[Intro]
Yeah, my n***a Fuse from 808 Mafia
8-8-808 Mafia, hahahaaa

[Verse 1]
My hotel room got a basketball court in it
It's easy to tell who gettin’ money and who isn't
The flow exquisite, you ain't know it, hoe, I been the shizzit
What’s up with it, ask yo' girl, she done been here before
And I done changed her whole world, she still in love with it
Though I've long cleared my roster, all that weed I'm smokin', I forgot her
At the bottom, improving our product so that we top them…
Records we set the last time that we dropped somethin'
I'm in the car lot, drop top huntin', I think I spotted one
The doors uplifted, V12 humming as fine as my woman
Told the dealer keep the duffel, and the three-hundred large I used for stuffin’, ’cause it's nothin’
My hotel room got a basketball court in it
It's easy to tell who gettin' money and who isn't
(La-da-da, da-da, da-da)
(Jet Life, n***a yeah)
Drivin’ a Rolls-Royce with the solar system in the ceiling
VVS's in the pendant, all my neighbours think I'm dealin'
(All my neighbors think I'm dealin')
Only real billionaires know the feelin', we in here

[Interlude]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches, n***a)
Eastside (Smokin' weed in it, laughing in our pictures)
(Couldn't talk about it if n***as didn't—) Uh
[Verse 2]
Envious enemies crawlin' like centipedes
Infiltrate the infrastructure with jealousy and greed
This only impedes the process, we'll never succeed
Until we all on the same page in them streets
The code of the G's, a book some they'll never read
Because the symbols we communicate are one's they've never seen
Like hieroglyphics, we get high and kick it
Through creative prolifics, street educated and gifted
Don't get it twisted, get the issue clear as crystal
Top soft as tissue, convertible coupes in front the venue
And we were just at the steakhouse, ballin' out, feastin' off a secret menu
Godfather Four, and so the saga continues
We go harder than them other fools who sold they souls for views
Always come through with everything new
Unless it's old on purpose, know I keep them Chevies swervin', fool
Every loss was a blessin', yes, a lesson that I learned from
Observed the amount of power in them words I slung
Looseleaf paper makin' origami birds, that's my word, son

[Reprise]
My hotel room got a basketball court in it
It's easy to tell who gettin' money and who isn't

[Outro]
The E it, Chevy's on switches, n***a (Yeah)
Smokin' weed in it, laughin' in our pictures
Wouldn't talk about it if n***as didn't live it
If you need to see it, then you can come and visit
If you don't believe me, then ask ask one of ya bitches
If she bad, she probably kicked it
And she so glad she did it
And it's hurting you to admit it
Can't do nothin' wid it
Crying ‘bout it to yo' n***as
Haha, yeah