[Verse 1]
I smoke papers, I spit razors
I drive race cars, I rock Bapestas
I know Lupe, we are lasers
I know groupies who do favours
I know true G's who do capers
I had neighbors who salad bake-up
Kilos, quakers, shake was paid for
Now it's the audio dope they beg for
Suckas, know I’m the originator
Unfadeable type of playa
And I got lowriders, run with outsiders
Two-sides of the track, this the wrong side
Do a bong rip, send me a money wire
Thirteen inch chrome on white-wall tires
Candy paint, you know a G driving
And the passenger got a sweet body
Yeah, she fly, yеah, we ride
Know wherе we reside, on the Eastside
She already talkin' bout she high
And I only hit the weed three times
Yeah, her sunglasses got peace signs
Vibed out and fucked three times
I got Bentleys, I got Benzes
I really do though, I'm not just sayin' it
[Chorus]
Jet Life, this that original playa shit
Money all over everywhere, bitch
Those who work for it, we gon' share with
Jet Life, this that original playa shit
Money all over everywhere, bitch
Those who work for it, we gon' share with

[Verse 2]
I smoke papers, I spit razors
I drive race cars, I rock Bapestas
I know Lupe, we are lasers
I know groupies who do favours
I know true G's who do capers
I had neighbors who salad bake-up
Kilos, quakers, shake was paid for
Now it's the audio dope they beg for
Suckas, know I’m the originator
Unfadeable type of playa
And I got lowriders, run with outsiders
Two-sides of the track, this the wrong side
Do a bong rip, send me a money wire
Thirteen inch chrome on white-wall tires
Candy paint, you know a G driving
And the passenger got a sweet body
Yeah, she fly, yeah, we ride
Know where we reside, on the Eastside
She already talkin' bout she high
And I only hit the weed three times
Yeah, her sunglasses got peace signs
Vibed out and fucked three times
I got Bentleys, I got Benzes
I really do though, I'm not just sayin' it
[Chorus]
Jet Life, this that original playa shit
Money all over everywhere, bitch
Those who work for it, we gon' share with
Jet Life, this that original playa shit
Money all over everywhere, bitch
Those who work for it, we gon' share with

[Verse 3]
I smoke papers, I spit razors
I drive race cars, I rock Bapestas
I know Lupe, we are lasers
I know groupies who do favours
I know true G's who do capers
I had neighbors who salad bake-up
Kilos, quakers, shake was paid for
Now it's the audio dope they beg for
Suckas, know I’m the originator
Unfadeable type of playa
And I got lowriders, run with outsiders
Two-sides of the track, this the wrong side
Do a bong rip, send me a money wire
Thirteen inch chrome on white-wall tires
Candy paint, you know a G driving
And the passenger got a sweet body
Yeah, she fly, yeah, we ride
Know where we reside, on the Eastside
She already talkin' bout she high
And I only hit the weed three times
Yeah, her sunglasses got peace signs
Vibed out and fucked three times
Yeah, I got Bentleys, I got Benzes
I really do though, I'm not just sayin' it