[Verse 1 - Currensy] Poolside, too high, with three bitches With four lives, I'm finna deal Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of
(Background Ad-Libs) Yea. yea..yea Aint nothing... to the next life Fool aint nothing changed Roll something up mama We fucked up Make sure of it .. (
I'm gettin' hella mail from jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches Shinobi, how I kick it, "American
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
Take this opportunity to roll up Locate your lighters [Verse 1: Curren$y] Laced, David Robinson's ? moccasins Matt black paint polished rims Fuck you
Me & my girl both highed up In the stip club at the bar lining shots up When this one bitch walk past us Me & her eyes touched, hers & mine In such a
[Intro] Looking for someone down the line But no one will be there to see ya through Fuck all y'all [Verse] Shelter from the rain in a parked car Chopping
Okay as we get ready to take off, please be sure to check that your seat belts are fashioned, that your tray tables are up, and that your electronics
's all good It's already i Yeah, it's already understood Ain't nothin Still the same old, that's all Ain't nothin change fool {Verse one} [Curren$y]
Uh yea fool and you cant do a thing about it bitches know the planes got it yea you want to live in a house don't want grass to grow your homeboys
Yeah And Where.. Haven't.. We.. Been yet Uh They look up the Jets You can't stop the planes Nigga you can't do a thang Verse: Uh machete sharp My dream
Yeah, cut the beat on, the coolest nxgga ever just walked in the room Cut the heat on, minutes after the call, I remove factory socks, and put brand
Uhh. Yeahh. Rest In Peace Pimp C Fool Yeah, Uh Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up but all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get
Verse: Ugh, I call my brother sun cause he shine like, noon time, Alaska on the turn pipe. Maneuvering mine GT5, my nerves is ice. I wouldn't change none
Hey yo, oh A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch I've been a man and I am still stainless Haters called vapor, inhaling the anguish Kill these
[And you could tell From distance trynna figure The reals say I'm But I'm still And you could tell] [Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive (3X)]
Yeahh... Jets Fool, Pilot Talk Nigga, Everybody around this bitch got money, We ain't never gon run outta weed, yeah, look up [VERSE 1] Hollow a mountain
Jet Life thats all playa, Fresh weed in a glass jar playa, Not the body Vampire Slayer, Pull up strings like a Guitar player, Dying Man, Body shaking,
