Now all I want is paper, fuck the fame
The way these rappers act Imma bust one of they brain
I’m a hustle machine, I could make money out anything
And if you like me, then let me hear you repeat
We ain’t on that ordinary shit
No we ain’t on that ordinary shit
Its Jet Life til' the world end, nigga
And Jet Life make the world spin, nigga
One things for sure when them hoes see that ice
It ain’t no question 'bout it they fuckin' on sight
I’m a paid nigga baby, watch how you talk
I don’t give a fuck how good you look I’ll make you walk, for real
Niggas slowed down on selling that coke
'Cause the laws ain’t playing with they ass no mo'
You gotta have street smarts if you wanna be a young baller
Shop open I’m taking orders
I’m the Backwoods smokin' nigga
Sometimes promethazine sipper
Low key fell in love with strippers
Highly doubt you could fuck with me What’s on my left wrist cost 50
Penthouse so high make me dizzy
A all time favorite in my city
Gotta stay alert 'cause shit get crazy in my city
Stick and move, it’s what I do When I get full of that Hennessy I act a fool
Let you bitch slip up really think she won’t
Imma get that head out her and bring her back home
Nigga wrist full of stones, my Air Force 1s say VLONE
The unordinary shit I be on
Now all I want is paper, fuck the fame
The way these rappers act Imma bust one of they brain
I’m a hustle machine, I could make money out anything
And if you like me, then let me hear you repeat
We ain’t on that ordinary shit
No we ain’t on that ordinary shit
Its Jet Life til' the world end, nigga
And Jet Life make the world spin, nigga
I got the game on lock now, my name steady gettin' hot now
Me Calvin and jewelry some thots ma Ran through all them hoes, that’s the reason why these niggas so drove
Yo' face show it and you can’t control it Man thats fucked up My daddy time gettin' short now niggas wan' rep
Where the fuck y’all was the first 4 years he left?
Huh, I’m just sayin'
Guess I just had to wait for Spitta plane to land
It’s own now, T.Y. pull up on chrome now
I don’t need a nigga to feed me, 'cause Imma eat
Imma young go getter, finger on the trigger
Nothing like these average ass ordinary niggas
Now all I want is paper, fuck the fame
The way these rappers act Imma bust one of they brain
I’m a hustle machine, I could make money out anything
And if you like me, then let me hear you repeat
We ain’t on that ordinary shit
No we ain’t on that ordinary shit
Its Jet Life til' the world end, nigga
And Jet Life make the world spin, belee dat