Jet Life
Paris SB’s make these n*ggas catch seizures
Foam game sh*tting on Irish Springs and Lever
Ha! I’m more cleaver, clever
Weather any weather, nobody doing it better
Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket I’m Gilligan
Ain’t no Skipper but all my bitches is Ginger hair
My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds
Double M G forever though
Money got me pulling strings, I got that Geppetto dough
Always in them better clothes, I be with them better hoes
No bullsh*t, every shy b*tch can get a rose
Meaning aroused, I’m sorry I’m not too good with vowels
I got a thousand bitches, I’m not too good with vows
We in Spitta Ferrari, brand new Tiffanys on me
The fuck what PBS premiering, I’m addicted to Barney’s
That’s G shit, I be bumping fiend sh*t
And I’m on a roll, you would think they giving me a X
Wordplay like a muf*cker
I’m Durant at the Rucker, your woman’s a perfect jumper
Wetter than a swish and I never miss
Get her at her delicates and I ain’t gotta tell her sh*t
Put it on whatever b*tch, me and Spitta high as sh*t
Rex Ryan on these hoes, Jet Life forever b*tch
