Never stop, 'til we pick up loot on every block The roof on the crib got that helicop Coupe move with new shoes and socks Not to mention the masterpiece watch Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings Material things, wasteful, I know But I just use it as a way to keep score
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Shit bigger than a 6 plus, this is us The crew who you hide your bitches from Jet Life homie, you trying to get rich or what? Closed this deal in a restaurant, power lunch I had the veal with the parmesan Bed of angel hair pasta it was resting on Two mimosa’s, a to-go cup with Coca-Cola Now I'm smokin', rollin', gas in my motor, sippin' my soda We use the pro tools to break down boulders My girl pull her own weight, with her sexy lil shoulders In the strapless Vera Wang, Alexander or whoever made it I just know she paid it, it cost me Nathan Sexy, cool, crazy My baby like one of them hot 70’s ladies Under disco lights with her hips swaying To the music playin' While I'm making major moves with the boss playas Win or lose I was there, beginning to end I paid dues so I'm included and you never knew it Until you saw we did it you was still tryna do it Lookin' at us lookin' like stars, and we lookin' at you stupid Sucks to be you kid Drugs In the music
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[Verse 2: Styles P] Boss playa I'll ask what it cost later Throw it in the cut like fuck it I’ll floss later In the mix like a cross fader No DJ, givin' em' no leeway We be everywhere from the mansion to the PJ's Crown on the wrist, pound of the piff Get around in the 6, ask in town I'm the shit But who’s the niggas I’m shittin' on? Come to money, you gettin' off or gettin' on? You see that fly shit Spitta on You see that fly shit Ghost on The money and the weed, the guns and the Nikes In the cars with the ice just might form Voltron Or should I transform on 'em, they was goin ham on 'em I was blowin' grams on 'em They was showin' swag I was blowin' bags full of strains that niggas didn't ever know they had It's Jet Life, I except life It’s knot life until you come through livin' block life Carbon fiber stock pipes I’m talkin' marble on the kitchen counter You gon' smell like reserve if you sit around us Should I keep goin' or quiet up? If you got fire, then fire it up
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