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Jets In It

 

Jets In It

(альбом: Weed & Instrumentals - 2016)


[Curren$y:]
Vaulted ceilings
Counting up what we made from this rap drug dealing
Shooters weapons concealed 'em
But it's nothing to peel 'em
If they get to feelin
The block hot I'm chilling top drop
Ya boy sitting front the spot
Honeycomb wax wrapped around that OG anthrax
My mind blown, open up to new things
With that large money bring cars from yo' dreams
Mash that pedal, make that coupe sing
Performance cone
Serenate us all the way home
When I get there my chair will be a golden throne
Wrapped in the rarest fabrics, that only the royals own
The soil of New Orleans
I grew up and started balling
Homes just ate
I still scramble like I was starving
What is you niggas wantin
Push buttons starting turn my car on
Keys open doors
Escape tunnels in the floor
All I ever did was serve it to em' raw, yet they want more

[Fiend:]
I was up in my brother's Stag
Was just 14 years old!
And no I ain't a murderer!
I'm outchea makin a killing hoe
Jets in the motherfucker
J-J-Jets in the motherfucker
Counting money never ever get boring
Soon as I light this we touring

[Mr. Marcelo:]
When I say I want it all, I want it all or nothin
I tend to stay high so I don't fall for nothin
Every day I'm hustling
Turnin nothin to something
My youngest OG is a socket because I plug him
Far as the streets, they love me because I flood em
Big dawg give it to em raw I don't cut em
3-6-9 I tend to roll with a dozen
Ex-drug dealer my car's clean as my money
Probably smell like a onion
In my own zone
The only time I'm runnin is if it's behind the money
You name it I done it
I be runnin the options
So anything I did I came away with a profit
Banked it, spent it, gave some to my partners
My hustle gotta nigga money growin like cotton
I was pitching work like I pitched for the pirates
CEO money I ain't even go to college

[Fiend:]
I was up in my brother's Stag
Was just 14 years old!
And no I ain't a murderer!
I'm outchea makin a killing hoe
Jets in the motherfucker
J-J-Jets in the motherfucker
Counting money never ever get boring
Soon as I light this we touring

I was up in my brother's Stag
Was just 14 years old!
And no I ain't a murderer!
I'm outchea makin a killing hoe
Jets in the motherfucker
J-J-Jets in the motherfucker
Counting money never ever get boring
Soon as I light this we touring

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