[Chorus: Curren$y] We don't need nobody else There's only hustlers on this jet Ain't no love outside the set Ain't no love outside the set We don't need nobody else There's only hustlers on this jet Ain't no love outside the set Trust me, ain't no love outside the set
[Verse 1: Curren$y] Diamonds on my dial, how they like me now? Untraceable style, let the curtains down Umbrellas in my door, we not broke no more Came up from the floor, still hunt for more 'Cause it feel great reaching the keys Tell my family I bought 'em a new plate just to see the smiles on their face I feel the same way when I count up that cake A big slice out the pie, what the fuck am I gon' buy today? We never died, forever we be here to stay Corporation too fly, we high and we out the way
[Chorus: Curren$y] We don't need nobody else There's only hustlers on this jet Ain't no love outside the set My nigga, ain't no love outside the set We don't need nobody else There's only hustlers on this jet Ain't no love outside the set Trust me, ain't no love outside the set
[Verse 2: Black Cobain] Yeah we making movies but nigga I don't act Them bitches see them bottles, they don't know how to act I'm sending pictures through the JPEG to help the homie pass his time Might crack a smile today, it's a gangsta holiday Never switching, never looking for no hand outs We stacking days, getting money, we ain't chasing clout We off the liquor when I hit up, pull the track out Told Spitta that's my nigga, let's smoke a whole ounce Uh, if you really got some hustle with you You can make a couple millions Snuck the glizzy in the building, yeah Rep the jets all day Made a cool grand, bet it on a parlay What'd you say?
[Chorus: Curren$y] We don't need nobody else There's only hustlers on this jet Ain't no love outside the set My nigga, ain't no love outside the set We don't need nobody else There's only hustlers on this jet Ain't no love outside the set Trust me, ain't no love outside the set
[Verse 3: I'sis] Told 'em "We don't need nobody" She got hustlin' in her body Jet Life to the flyest, never need a co-pilot Them jets be landing in private From time to time I see 'em shining Party with the big boys, big wheels, know how we riding Hella cars, hella money, high fashion, get to stuntin' Full of jewelry and luxury, that's what the others be lusting Said you real and got busted, the East side gon' run it Fell in love with the comas, now I'm addicted to money More than a hundred on the dash, still got more up in the stash Plus I only talk paper, the prize come with some cash [?] lash I be stunting on these bitches like I do it as a task nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
