[Intro]
Life, (Rack 'em up)
Life (Type shit we been doin')
(Ten stacks I drop the eight-ball, one shot)

[Verse 1]
This thing of ours
Got me driving sports cars two-hundred miles per hour
Parked outside of five-star hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar, legs all wobbly
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how life get, when you pilot with the owners
The ones who set prices
Bringing that green sticky cactus to your cypher, I won't pass it
Don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, Chevy riders, front liners want the finer, things designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna
I ain't even coming, I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta
St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma, put that on my momma
That's gonna look so good on my momma, when I put that on my momma
And so continues the saga, another day, another dollar
Another club night, another forty popped bottles
Them bitches bought they own, we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone, Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit, but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church homie, gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me, we go colossal
Talking money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG, some y'all n***as too childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds, they playing
What da fuck
[Verse 2]
We pull V12 engines into private parking lots
By way a secret entrance, we in the building now
Rooftop never been up here, huh, you can't come through alone
Without somebody from my set to vouch for you, homes
Take it all in love, you around some grown men
The chosen know when the going get tough
The tough roll up, and keep right the fuck going
Champagne pouring every morning, celebration
God kept us we made it, he ain't let them haters take us
He gave us another twenty-four hours to scour after that paper
A tower where I lay up
Lil mama in that Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup
For wherever the day may take us, skybox suite catered
Clippers versus Lakers, Los Angeles vacation
A lil work and a lil play, I'm saying
What the fuck