JLC lyrics - Curren$y

Through text message we plot the takeover

Can't talk out loud 'round these chauffeurs

Way on the outskirts we have slick meetings

Lookin' over our shoulders, mother fuckin' lip readers just wanna know what I told ya

What I rolled ya

Wake up and smell the Folgers, crystals on my doja

The bitches on your posters really comin' over

Feelin' that jet livin', dosin' off on suede sofas

Wakin' up to mimosas, joy rides and high-priced rollsters

My side, east life keep them trees rollin'

Hundred dollar bills foldin'

Fools countin' on me to fuck up

I'm countin' up that money as it's pourin' in

Jets nigga, you know it's them

Losin' to me for you would be a win

Jets nigga, you know it's them

Losin' to me for you would be a win I had to say that again

Jet life commandments

Jet life commandments

Mother fuckers better meet my demand list

Jet life commandments

Jet life commandments

First order of business is make the fam rich

Laid back chillin', posted

Livin' like a villain, mostly

Coast to Coast G

Rap hustlin', smokin'

Our places you not allowed to go in

The beats bitch niggas is scared of, I goes in, on

So King Kong go ahead with that Felicia ass cred

What he smokin' on, personal, this mine, it won't work for you

Your whole click in trouble, need a focus group

Learn you on how to earn but you uncoachable

What you want me to do

Fall back like the top, all that

And the half a joint pimpin' I'm high