[Intro: Curren$y]
They catch feelings, we catch flights
JET Life
Yeah
Flyer than delta, I can help ya
Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah
Flyer than delta, I can help ya
Get your weight up, ho's reaching for the wings, we don't save 'em no
Flyer than delta, I can help ya
Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah
I can help ya, ho's reaching for the wings but we don't
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Not do I love them ho's, hell no
Now soak that G game, lace it up like some shell toes
Of all in a laws bumping Jym Crow
Baby's Mama drama featuring Too Short, in a super sport
All sorts of bitches have payed sky boxes
Just witness my weed stash, I'm sitting on grass like a picnic
And I'm not stingy with it bitch, this that rapper weed though, with caution you should hit it
JETS nigga multiply, like midnight snacking gremlins
Or hundred spoke chrome wide spinning
That gives my baby the high way of play pen
Ride past the spot where its popping but ain't no stopping
As my popularity gain, more haters go to plotting
They watching I dont worry, I see the trap they set for me
20 20 no chinky and sour diesel blurry
Vodka in my Hawaiian punch, yeah that's the fist of fury
Murder the track and play it back for the jury, hell
They catch feelings, we catch flights
JET Life
Yeah
Flyer than delta, I can help ya
Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah
Flyer than delta, I can help ya
Get your weight up, ho's reaching for the wings, we don't save 'em no
Flyer than delta, I can help ya
Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah
I can help ya, ho's reaching for the wings but we don't
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Not do I love them ho's, hell no
Now soak that G game, lace it up like some shell toes
Of all in a laws bumping Jym Crow
Baby's Mama drama featuring Too Short, in a super sport
All sorts of bitches have payed sky boxes
Just witness my weed stash, I'm sitting on grass like a picnic
And I'm not stingy with it bitch, this that rapper weed though, with caution you should hit it
JETS nigga multiply, like midnight snacking gremlins
Or hundred spoke chrome wide spinning
That gives my baby the high way of play pen
Ride past the spot where its popping but ain't no stopping
As my popularity gain, more haters go to plotting
They watching I dont worry, I see the trap they set for me
20 20 no chinky and sour diesel blurry
Vodka in my Hawaiian punch, yeah that's the fist of fury
Murder the track and play it back for the jury, hell
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