[Background Ad-Libs] Yea. yea..yea Ain't nothing... to the next life Fool ain't nothing changed Roll something up mama We fucked up Make sure of it .. [
This that go BBS flow plastic nike air tags on your original 4's niggas is z'ed on your mans and I'm rollin a O leave em sleep I don't need them suckers
[Intro:] Haha, Yeauh Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life, Fool Turn it Up Some Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life, Yeauh, Eauh
So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistant with the fact that most did it prolific not shakin or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
(Talking) Shoutout to Fam-Lay ughhhhhh (Hook) when you think of boss niggas think of me cause if theres a stressin aint no question at his side (spitta
y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up! This Jet Life ain't for everybody, This shit is reserved for us Yeah lil homie y'all can get down,
Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy Uh, Raps I buss em Problems with my life dont discuss em Coups and leer jets I lust them Can
Me & my girl both highed up In the stip club at the bar lining shots up When this one bitch walk past us Me & her eyes touched, hers & mine In such a
I done seen niggas battle, Knew the dirt and neva tattled, OG's know I'm solid, Imma concrete statue, Never got an earring, gold teeth, nor a tattoo, Wolf in sheeps clothes, Curren$y
Yea. Yea yea yea Yea yea yea Uhh Yea yea yea Yea yea yea Uhh Yea yea yea Yea yea yea Uhh Fool Spitta get this whole shit jumpin like Kangaroo pouch Louis
I'm in that 77 glasshouse Kelly greenin rims with the nice lips angelinas Jolie roll me anotha sticky steama got them bitches pressed like I brung em
You should be rolling up by now Shelter from the rain in a parked car Chopping game, modifying my slangs Fog lights in the grill, in the grill whipping
toast from coast to coast But it don't even matter whose the highest Cause if it ain't dope Their ain't no hope They ain't gone buy it [Curren$y:] Yeeeaaa
[Intro:] L L L L L L L L Jet life Jet life jet life Where havnt we been... and you can tell... from bitches tryna... boy I'm still... and you could tell
Yeah [x5] (Uh) (you nervous, now?) Awh nah, here your man go with his same old songs 'Bout Chevys and getting stoned Meeting bitches in clubs and bringing
Jet life, that's all playa Fresh weed in a glass jar playa Not the body, vampire slaya Pull her string like a guitar playa, John Mayor Body shakin, body
And you could tell From distance tryna figure The reals say I?m But I?m still And you could tell Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive [2X] Ain?t
Watchin boardwalk empire feelin inspired you can take it all over if you just tried it So I tried it liked it got addicted to the square footages and
