Rule Book lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy)
[Styles P:]
I just wanna live like a Huxtable
Blow a lil' kush, a nigger is gettin' comfortable
It's only my niggas that I'm bumpin' to
Prolly be a nigga in a circle that I dump into
It's big money deals or the lil' ones
If you ain't talkin' no money, niggas'll pull a lil' gun
And leave yo ass dead for a lil' somethin
That's why I always make a killin' somethin
You can save the fuck boy feedback
I be in ya bitch like the weed bag
I'm always askin' where the g's at
100%, authentic, you can believe that
Used to live in the welfare motels
Now I say farewell leavin' the hotels
A nigga live up in the five star
Money go around like the button on a ipod
[Hook:]
Jetlife
Flyin' high with my niggas and you know we live the best life
Block life
Gettin' guap with my niggas, sittin' pretty at the stop lights
Jetlife
Sex drugs and rock and roll until we hit the next life
Block life
Pick a dealer, call the work, I betchu I'm a cop right
[Spitta:]
That paper ain't makin' me no different
Just making my collections a lil bigger
The architecture in my cribs a lil' iller
Than it is where you live, but I ain't downin' you my nigga
I'm just tellin' you to go and get it
Cause when I find it, I ain't hidin' it on no bitch shit
I can't do it for you man, but I can help you hustle if you strugglin'
Jet life, I'm accustomed
To them luxury things
What this rap money brings
Houses with the elevators, cars with the wings
Bitches on the quest for them rings
That allows them to possess, garnishments at yo checks
So I protect my neck
Movin' on to the next
Swingin' in and out of lanes in that grand sport vette
My mind on my cash, my foot is on the gas
Gettin' high, keepin' my profile low as my tires
Ridin'
[Hook x2]
Jekell n Hyde lyrics - Curren$y
[Styles P:]
Monsta Beatz. nigga
Ay
What you know about go getters and JET setters?
Gun holdin' niggas that'll see what the TEC gets us
Pizz-ound, bid-irds nigga, play the cid-urb
You can get rich or die like you deserve
Me? I'm in the sun flyin' nigga, trying to swiz-erve
Money off the work or the nouns or the viz-erbs
If you got fire kush nigga, light the hit-erb
Puff that, pass that
Bitch coming through with an egg in her asscrack
Numbers like NASDAQ
The house and the condo look abstract
Every time I hit a blunt, I get a flashback
I'm that nigga, that nigga am I
Tell your bitch suck a dick, me and Spitta is fly
Said I'd quit selling bricks, but no quitter am I
Yeah, I'm in there, nigga, or I'm out there, nigga
Shot shit, sold work, I got clout there nigga
Yeah
[Curren$y:]
Whole code mafioso
How we come through the door, mafioso flow
Fuckin' bitches counting dough, mafioso
How we roll sittin' low, mafioso flow
Jekell and Hyde
When checks on the line you better know
Jekell and Hyde
When checks on the line you better know
How we flow mafioso, come through the door mafioso flow
When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark
Smokin' good with my bitches on the hood of my car
Plannin' to take it all
How many of them jars you got, dawg?
I need a dispensary on empty street
Niggas don't know if they're fans or they're enemies
All I know for sure is your girl sure diggin' me
Roll whole code mafioso
Roll with my D-Block homies
In the drop Chevy box with the gold D's on it
Riding low, highed up, stuntin' on them hoes
Laughin', countin' dough
Jekell and Hyde, when checks on the line
Dawg, you better know
Them niggas say, "Get off of the set," then you better go
'For you can't leave no mo', at least on your own
Treacherous crescent I roam
Hi, honey, I'm home
On my balcony, with a tray of Beignets, and my bong
Whole code mafioso
How we come through the door, mafioso flow
Fuckin' bitches counting dough, mafioso
How we roll sittin' low, mafioso flow
Jekell and Hyde
When checks on the line you better know
Jekell and Hyde
When checks on the line you better know
How we flow mafioso, come through the door mafioso flow
Lean lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy feat. Fiend)
[Chorus x2: Styles P & Fiend]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
[Styles P:]
I'm on the lean off of ramulin and earwax
Mad high getting stuck on fairfax
Now let me hit you with the clear facts
Got a bunch of sons but I didn't go bareback
Ghost Bars, Dead verses, to get a nigga high is the meds purpose
To bring a nigga down is the feds purpose
Like my insides white, but let me get a red surface
White walls, caddy flow
That boy so G that even ya mom and daddy know
Ghost be getting high on the patio
Hit you with the [?] tho right where you tatted tho
I'm buggin out, nah you buggin out
Them niggas on the lean so they went and pulled the bubbie out
It's a lot of blue shit and it's real bloody out
And it's real pretty but I bet it get real ugly out, yeah
[Chorus: x2]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
[Curren$y:]
Right when fools thought I was all music
Leaned on them flexed green on em and pinky ring on em
Never seen garments, Iceberg knits got Bart Simpson on em
Luxury sedans under car covers interior gravy, softer than butter
I got that from hard work, I got more coming
My fly, My style got your woman
My nigga Corner Boy P keep his cup muddy
I don't drink but I keep it in my fridge for him
Me I'm Champagne pouring
Pedal to the floor in something foreign vertical lifting door
Woke up this morning, and came up with a way
To settle the score on these ol' ho ass niggas
Run up the store, roll up the smoke stand on the throat on these ol' ho ass niggas
I be so mad with em, but I ain't stressing I'm chillin
Living off the land, leaning like a kick stand, yeah
[Chorus: x4]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
Go lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Daz)
The Ghost
Curren$y
Daz (Daz, Daz, Daz)
Get money (Get money)
Money over bitches (Bitches, bitches)
Get money (Get money)
Get money (Get money)
Get money (Get money)
Styles P (Styles P)
[Styles P:]
They say money can buy friendship
I get high and just listen to Jimi Hendrix
I kill you and your henchmen
Shot from your head to your fuckin' appendix
I know it's money over friendship
Brothers over money or everything is senseless
I do it for my niggas sentence
Left me speechless, couldn't say a sentence
Niggas relentless 'cause they rent-less
Still gonna move that weight, like the bench press
Catch me in N-O quarters, yeah, the French shit
That's where the hotel's at, I'm in the ward though
Catch me in the New York streets, I'm like the lord though
Not Christ like
Nigga trife like
I get'chu merc'd on the right night
Where your money at, what the dice like?
[Daz Dillinger:]
Don't you know?
It's money over bitches every time
I'ma get it, I'ma fill it
I'm gonna go, go, go!
Ay, I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' on that bomb ass shit
And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow!
If you ain't 'bout the money you better get it
On your marks, get set, better go, go, go!
And, yo, it's money over bitches every time
And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough
[Curren$y:]
Rolled up
Hopped out
Had something rolled up that I brung from my house
Where the best shit at? That reserve stock
Not for everybody, don't even pass it 'round
My eyes low, motherfucker, I know
Go stand somewhere over there, hoe!
All of that talkin', bitch I'm sparkin'
This OG have a nigga higher than a hawk in here
VIP couch, no, I don't wanna walk no where
Smoke signals, anywhere I went to
Real nigga smoke a whole pound in your venue
5-star restaurant, wreck the whole menu
New shit that my mans just sent through
Tranquilizer dank like the sandman hit you
Unravelin' your whole mental
Spitta make it right like a pencil
[Daz Dillinger:]
Don't you know?
It's money over bitches every time
I'ma get it, I'ma fill it
I'm gonna go, go, go!
Ay, I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' on that bomb ass shit
And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow!
If you ain't 'bout the money you better get it
On your marks, get set, better go, go, go!
And, yo, it's money over bitches every time
And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough
To the finish line
Gettin' this money, nigga, it's like a marathon
Money you protect, nigga, it's where you get buried on
Every day it go down
Nigga, the chopper like a mother fuckin' merry-go-round
Spin you backwards, screamin'
The gat'll flip you around
Stiff your ass on a mattress
Beats when I attack this
Comin' with the spirit that a ghost say
Who them niggas that they lovin' they hatin' they lovin' most
Notorious, explain the history of this
Money makin' is ours for the takin'
Bullseye, no mistaken
Audi like five G's, I'll Flava Flav you
[?] is a fucked up behavior
Savior
Comin' to redeem, shatter your dreams
With a scene of miss reality, scoop you out with the beam
I'll lay you flat out
They says that's what them crazy niggas is all about, no doubt
Don't you know?
It's money over bitches every time
I'ma get it, I'ma fill it
I'm gonna go, go, go!
Ay, I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' on that bomb ass shit
And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow!
If you ain't 'bout the money you better get it
On your marks, get set, better go, go, go!
And, yo, it's money over bitches every time
And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough
Billions lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy feat. Deelow)
[Curren$y:]
Uh billions in the bank account, all I thank about
I get it in there before they take me out
Niggas mumbling, the fuck is they talking bout?
Who had the illest cars in the parking lot?
Bottles popped birds flock tho why not
We the last live niggas left, money power respect
Keys to the jet, Jordan number 5 in my bathing ape sweats
Bulls 91 shoot around shirt, Mitchell and Ness
Bitch says call her cinnamon, I just say, say bitch
And she gettin in that, yes!
Squares get tangled in the game like a net
She will be going in her purse next
Hard on em cause I don't ever let em rest
Either get paid or, outta my way
Bet!
[Deelow:]
Billions and billions
We stackin
Billions and billions [x3]
[Styles P:]
I'm thinking of the billions and shit
Mad high off the weed Daz Dillinger lit
Every crime story I'm the villain in it
Ride around with dirty niggas that-ll deal in the whip
Work in the box
With something that-ll get a nigga murked in the box
And some purp in the box
Yeah you take the bub but you don't burp it alot
Fuck around with dirty niggas that-ll worship the glock
I'm dollar bill green and weed green
I ain't green with envy cause that ain't no g theme
You damn right I'm a G boy!
B boy
D boy
Body for the decoy
Everything I touch gone glow Bruce Leeroy
Creeping through the hood in the coupe like I'm peenoid
Mom cleared bubble like a [?]
Old school nigga throw a key on a ski-sort
[Deelow:]
Billions and billions
We stackin
Billions and billions [x3]
Soundbombin' lyrics - Curren$y
Tell the driver to pull my truck up
Me and this L.A. woman stumblin' out the club fucked up
The Jets my set I so love us
Call home to my bitch, I'll come back after I come up
If you got my back mama dont front
If my racks pop a collar, I'll fly you out in a month
Droppin' tops, bottle's pop
Planes still taxiin', Tarmac mackin'
Strawberry diesel rattin' on itself
From my carryon bag if you'd like to take a smell
Camouflage cargos, tube socks and gray Chucks
High all the time the OGs tell me to stay up
Being real is a pay cut, or so it was
Dipped that chronic light, gray purple L, crystal fuzz
Talkin' out her head, its obvious that Crystal's buzz
Clipped her out the rotation, no more weed for her
Snap out of it, coach you on how to ball
Spitta-time-ginavitch, where the wild things?
Muscle cars and where the marijuana is
To be half as fine as him is an accomplishment
N.O. Shit lyrics - Curren$y
It's not what you know, it's what you can prove
And I can so prove, that I'm better than you
Sweater, neck crew
Fuck your dress code, let the Jets through
Smelling like, medical
See it my way, life from a better view, loser
Living life, not making moves - vegetable
Might as well be dead
Redline in the old school
Classy, call that museum riding
Yeah, fuck you thought
I fell off? Nah, I fell back
Countach, put the doors up
Call the weed man and a couple hoes up
Shooting pool
Thinking 'bout when pops used to bring me to the barber shop
That was cool
Bumping smokey, '84 Grand National rolling
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
Jacked The Caribbean Queen from Billy Ocean
Bring her back before the nigga even notice
Smooth sails
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea
Smooth sails
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
Frosty lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, cut the beat on
The coolest nigga ever just walked in the room
Cut the heat on
Minutes after the car lot, remove factory socks
And put brand new sneaks on
Casper on these fools, Floating
I'm talking about the Caspian Sea, holmes
Casting lines
While penning vicious one's at the same time
Visuals, But you can hear 'em though, Yea
Spit shit you would think unimaginable
Then make it tangible
Travel mo', to it is a grab and go
Hustle hard homeboy, my family know
Rarely seen
They know I'm married to my dream
So in love with that green
That my bitch every day threatens to leave
The only thing that's left for me
Is to suggest that she do as she please
Cause on the nights that it's really cold
I know that money gonna hold me, yea
Razors & Chopsticks lyrics - Curren$y
Put the towel by the door, and cut the shower on
Turn this corner suite into a home
You can smell it
Taught my girl how to French Inhale it
Sip this, Think about the position
Presently, would you rather be with any other niggas?
Alzheimer's when you seen another this fly? You don't remember
Shit... Whoa buddy, temper-temper
You're searching for Red October
Wake me up at the end of December
First quarter crunch, No time to put my feet up
Them suckas thought they locked me out
But fuck that, Spitta got a dude that can key cut
I can't take a L a nigga way too G'd up
Six chicks in karate gees rolling my trees up
Jet Life, the shit that you only dream of
Yeah... yea, uh
And where haven't we been... yet
Fuck boys is wondering if they
Bitches know the planes... Got it
And you can't do a thing... About it
You, know!
Not So Much lyrics - Curren$y
Uh, Dual exhaust Tips
Windows cracked, my sunroof back
This is New Orleans, I'm on my own shit
They fucks wit that, that's love shown back
Lock the door behind ya homie
Roll that up, no skinnies baby all fats, Uh
I can tell you about it, make believe partners
Shade tree bitches, they smell cheap designer
Imposter's, I need distance, Fuck bitches
Living life on the wild angle like ace boogie's bookie
You already know as we though previously discussed it
Eyes low, spirit's high when I greet the public
Broke new ground I flew airplanes above it
Penmanship of a pilot, skywritings
Got that gift ripped, Flew pimpin mony-itis
Perfected my aim, a new improved Leonidas
300 Jets, endangered species
We the last fly niggas left, YES
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
But I do it all for fast cars
Faster women, strong drinks and stronger weed, Yeah
Bout It 2011 lyrics - Curren$y
I represent them jet planes, Young Roddy
Trademark, and Wiz do the same thang
Fly over the city where the hammers bang
Miracle to make it to this age in the physical
And not have fallen victim to violent crime
Living in these wildest times
Your assailant could be a partner of mine
Octogon signs can't stop a nigga when his mind on them digits
Did you figure I could take the day off how?
With tomorrow I'd be better than I am right now
Change clothes, change hoes, change in my ashtray
Pay the toll with a hundred I got the next 99 motherfuckas who coming
If I say that I done it, or doin it presently it's either that or I'm frontin
In Antlanta actings for suckers
Grape weed in the jar call it smuckers
Put it in the grinder while your up shut the blinds for me momma if you bout it
Is you bout it? Well say you bout it bout it
I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it
Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom
Would of told you but I got high and I forgot about it
Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it
Smoke one for C-Murder you are not forgotten
You lookin for spitta you find me where it's cloudy, cloudy
Yeah nigga I'm rollin thru, orange coup, candy suit, chrome shoes
Attention given to spitta your bitch is ignoring you
You a simp homie she ain't like the way you think
She like "poor me some of that" she can't pronounce what I drink
Aspiring models, showing groupie love to them niggas with 20 bottles in the corners of them clubs
And on the real I been so old g, before my time when I was 17
My main girl was 25
Ain't seen nothin like it in your life
Hot spitta space jammin livin flow so on ice, nigga
Is you bout it? Well say you bout it bout it
I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it
Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom
Would of told you but I got high I forgot about it
Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it
The Strangest Life lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Yea dog, you don't think that I should just do it again tho?
[McKenzie Eddie:]
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
[Curren$y:]
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
I wonder if... Me as a kid
Was proud of what I did
Now that I'm grown
10 Minutes from "ON"
And Lightyears from "OFF"
The once lowly employee, has wholly become a boss
Champagne with French names
French connection tees on wirey and sexy frames
Living like a nigga can't feel no pain
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
I wonder if... My parent's give me
Benefit of the doubt
Or do they think its more than it's weed I'm on
Living like a nigga can't feel no pain
Living like a nigga can't... feel
Yeah
Yea, That's it
Fly Out (Part Trois) lyrics - Curren$y
I think it's a chain
Now we can all win
Rather than complain or rather go Halloween
Rather holding close don't fall in, I got to have it
Living in the same city limits
It's a small world everybody in the business
Don't know if stayin welcome, I
15 minutes being quit
What is this? can somebody explain it
It's kind of like
Don't make sense to the ordinary nigga
We maintain
What's the world?
Yeah, suck ers act like
All the good music
Bitches in
But I'm still drippin'
Talking
Love street
Haters only hating cause the fact they love me
Niggas hold budget 'cause I'm hustling
Hold your breath to your death
Tell the
We say
For the machine
Make me sneeze
Hope make it
Before I leave because
Down stairs just chillin'
I don't like my outfit, I need two more minutes
From the magazine 'cause I
Into your bitch name until I search engine
And
Speed em
We keep on tell em babe
After that you give a
And everybody wonder what I've made
I make the dough dance, master of the ceremony
All of your program
So let the show proceed, bring on the suckers MC's
When it's time to feed, so tonight we feed
From my winners street
Is superstar nigga
The dope
So when I campaign guess who wanna vote for me
Finally come up the air
Chillin in the long chair
The girl with the long hair and I ain't even there
Fly out, fly out, fly out, fly out
Pay Attention lyrics - Curren$y
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
14 karat gold bathroom fixtures
Medusa faces on my pillow cases, this is living
Sucker niggas wanna see it ended
Last straw must have been when they heard about that Bentley
Damn dog, I was just chilling
Fools had loot before me, I ain't wanna kill them
Fuck wrong with going to get it?
Y'all got me twisted, I work hard for this shit
I got it, I ain't hiding it, riding 'round got my joint lit
A Vick of that OG in the Louie bag, I'm a boss, bitch
Them suckers ain't like us, they ain't jets, hardly
Not cool partially, they totally off key
You can call me Mr. Mo G's
Cause I stack them up like 10 stories
Applaud these moves I made that got me paid
I know what it is, the lights used to get turned off in my crib
Shook that shit off, destroy, rebuild, I'm a boss
And the Lifers gon' get high to this shit
Count a million in the vault, listen to the Jet laws
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
I peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Handling in that Porsche Carrera like it's fucking stolen
Told the man in the mirror, "You's a fucking cold blooded nigga"
Igloo, my whole crew a bunch of eskimos in here
Flow cold, I can make a polar bear shiver
Haters got the tight face, looking Joan Rivers
They all upset, no seats on the jet
Them hoes ain't walking home wit' ya
They only on you when you on nigga
That's game from a OG, these ain't songs
Nigga this Spitta, no country for quitters
My mind on a million, my hands on the wheel
I'm on the road to the riches
And I'm playing my mirrors
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
#CruiseLife lyrics - Curren$y
Ride 2 miles per hour so everybody
Get a glimpse of the real nigga who inside it
With my cousin G5 we highed up cloudy
Bitches getting stoned just from standing around us
Music turnt up but the smoke way louder
Must be amateur night, these motherfucking kids
Think they fucking with us, they fucking stupid
They talking shit just to hear themselves
But I ain't worrying about 'em
I got a life time subscription of that Car and Driver
California prescription, pounds of exotic
Riding to that old Hypnotize Mind shit
Stay in the flyest stitches, not even tryin bitches
You lying nigga, smoking that middle class grass
You ain't really high is ya
I would a put you down if you wasn't such a clown
But I figured I share it with my team, cause I came in here with 'em
Grab a plate, Thanksgiving
Word to Corner Boy P, I'm lane switchin', Chevy heavy
So is my chain nigga, Spitta Andretti
On a paper mission, Indy 500 driven
Addicted to this winning, this the victory lap
In front the club you wanna get in
I ain't even attending, just maintaining my engine
See I got too many cars
And it be 3 months before I got a chance to get in 'em
Take 'em out for a ride, make sure they doin' fine
Mo' money, mo problems, these problems I don't mind
Standing outside trying pick which one I'mma drive
Let my bitches decide, appreciating my high
What The Fuck lyrics - Curren$y
This thing of ours
Got me driving sports cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside of 5-star hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all wobbly
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how life get, when you pilot with the owners
The ones who set prices
Bringing that green sticky cactus to your cypher
I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners want the finer, things designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma
Put that on my momma, that's gonna look so good on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the saga
Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought they own, we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church homie gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we go colossal
Talking money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all niggas too childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds they playing
What da fuck
We pull V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop never been up here huh?
You can't come through alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes
Take it all in love, you around some grown men
The chosen know when the going get tough
The tough roll up and keep right the fuck going
Champagne pouring every morning, celebration god kept us we made it
He ain't let them haters take us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour after that paper
A tower where I lay up
Lil mama in that Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup
For wherever the day may take us
Skybox suite catered, Clippers versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a lil work a lil playing
I'm saying.....what the fuck
Livin' lyrics - Curren$y
Showroom Testarossa
Leather in here softer than your sofa
Who the livest crew that you know of?
Smelling like a pound when we show up, more getting rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, bring them bottles over
Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the ashtray of the Rover
That's my lil' homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded
I play the cut 'til the nigga either bored or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o'clock in the morning
This thing we've built, got my money stacks on stilts
Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her friends
Saturday night card game, still ain't nothing changed, that's moms
I love to see her having a good time
Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner
Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea it's still glowing
This bitch rubbing on my car seats, she fucking rolling
I do my thing and write about it in the morning
Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living
You niggas know we ride
Nigga, forever high
That is why we never die
Jet living
I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm sitting on keys
Pilot of the motherfucking J-E-T
Now if you wanna join the team, you know you must see me
But a sucker motherfucker's who you cannot be
Big drapes in my crib, hoes getting good sleep
Good rest, get up, go out, do they best
On behalf of the set, bring it back to the G's
I throw some to my bitch and spend the rest on weed
Way more than you need or could ever believe
In your lifetime your square eyes have ever see
Nigga, on point flow, so infrared beam
Choose sides 'fore we ride, nigga no in between
Set some fire to that Raw cone
Calling shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, plotting all in my sleep
Bumping Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my
Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living
You niggas know we ride
Nigga, forever high
That is why we never die
Jet living
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