JLC Curren$y

[Verse 1]
Through text message we plot the takeover
Can't talk out loud 'round these chauffeurs
Way on the outskirts we have slick meetings
Lookin' over our shoulders, mother fuckin' lip readers just wanna know what I told ya
What I rolled ya
Wake up and smell the Folgers, crystals on my doja
The bitches on your posters really comin' over
Feelin' that jet livin', dosin' off on suede sofas
Wakin' up to mimosas, joy rides and high-priced rollsters
My side, east life keep them trees rollin'
Hundred dollar bills foldin'
Fools countin' on me to fuck up
I'm countin' up that money as it's pourin' in
Jets nigga, you know it's them
Losin' to me for you would be a win
Jets nigga, you know it's them
Losin' to me for you would be a win I had to say that again

[Chorus]
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
Mother fuckers better meet my demand list
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments