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jet life - money gramz lyrics

[verse 1: trademark da skydiver]:
i’m back up, getting racked up
i’m stacking, you lacking
i came here for it all maine
i’m a real n-gga, no acting
i’m bout action, you know that?
hide up where the hoes at
money piles i blow that, n-gga flashy in my kodak
it’s got that 45 on me and i ain’t talking bout a throw back
come through with all that stunner, lay it down just like a door mat
i’m g’d up n-gga know that, come through sitting low like for flaps
setting fire to them loud packs, yeah b-tch i’m all that
all that and then some, that’s based upon my income
i been numb to these f-ck boys, take a f-ck on em cause they done
since day 1, they k!llin’ ’em with this rap sh-t
i’m a1, steak sauce, label sleeping on me f-ck it that’s they loss
i ain’t trippin’ no, i’m still getting the dough
like i’m flippin’ o’s of that k!ller c0ke
i’m just k!llin’ notes, a proficial smoke, paper up b-tch i’m bout to blow
f-ck you think i’m in it for, yes it’s been a minute foe
but i’m in it to win it, so i be getting in it in a minute, you know

[hook x2]
counting dough and rolling smoke, i swear to god that’s all i know
counting dough and rolling smoke, i swear to god that’s all i know
counting dough and rolling smoke, i swear to god that’s all i know
counting dough and rolling smoke, i swear to god that’s all i know
no love for these b-tches eithers, mob until the day i crawl

[verse 2: young roddy]
from sun down to that sun up, i’m platinum, man you know
one deep in my 2 door, big dog like kujo
blood 9 to be budrow, strapped down like usual
i kicks it, no judo, no black belt, it get crucial
i smash that then i’m audi 5 bro holler back i’m like uno
one love to my crew though, i push weight no sumo
hit a buck 50 for the lu cheese, while these broke n-ggas sit neutral
i got his girl in my tip toe, like soldiers slip i’m cutthroat
penny for thought like my intro
my charger whip is a benzo
got stain read my bio, n-gga better check my info
shout out to the no, hustle and i mo
i got the game from my 10 4
they don’t have a clue what i’ve been through
and i’ve been through h-ll and back maine
thank god for this rap game
told her to keep her heels on
and she told to keep my tims on
but i guess she knows what it’s hitting for
beat that p-ssy kembo
make bread, off 10 ways, roll up and get paid

[verse 3: curren$y]
god made me to push the bentley bug city
big said that, so i always play it back
when i’m leaning in the cotton corner shop
got em bleeding to death n-gga
hoes startler when them exotic motor starting
they thirsty and starving, my diamonds looking like 100 dollar bottle waters
you can sip something darling but no to go cups
that’s evidence proving that you know us
air type no crack covering them cracks won’t ambush this
i’m on my people miss my attack, of the stacks, i just
b-tches looking at us, know we good catchers
hoe from my p-sses, reminisces when they had us
love that was then, this is now
the b-tch i’m in says she all in, so you -ssed out
heading for a side, turbo drop top with the stash box
let’s go into these stars and leave out with the broads

- jet life lyrics

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