[Intro]
(No other)
(Jet Life worldwide hustlers)
Yeh, la-da-da-da
(Jet Life worldwide hustlers)

[Verse]
Goyards and Celines, bitch been on them things
Carried herself like the queen, who could support a king
Or very well run the castle by her damn self
With a little more then you'll be perfect, let these hands help
That stashed wealth got me moving with a sense of sureness
Women are allured to this, like a swordfish
Swimming in this gorgeous mist, in the middle of November
Five in the morning, parked in the lot at the Staples Center
Hidden in plain sight, she dome me out while I was on the phone
Wrapping up some business, booking a flight
That type you put on your wish list
Them bitches you scared to get with
‘Cause you know she come up with hustlers, pockets deeper than your shit
Bro, n***a like me, she been waiting for
Aware I got paper, she just tryna make me mo’
We in Soho at the Bape store, I'm like lace me, hoe, everything I wanted
Even snatched me a couple of hoodies for my homies, that's how we do
I catch a bus, I put my dogs on it
We ride until the wheels fall off it,m
Till her heels break, give her some roller skates
Go get it babe, I'm perfecting my fade away
Pulling of in that Porsche as I light the J
If it's 'bout games, man please not today, I got a lot to do
Can't bullshit with you, that ain't gone get me paid
We tryna eat and wrap up take-home plates
Leave the fuckin’ streets smokin’ like a ashtray, n***a
[Outro]
(La-da-da-da)
(Jet Life worldwide hustlers)