[Verse]
A lime to a lemon, my Jet-set women
Say she only feel alive when she wid 'em, Jet Life
Tryna show she ride or die, even if it kill her
I guess thats why I dig her, she throwin' up the set in all her pictures
I come get her, smoke dilla through the cracked windows
Heavy conversation light dinner
Destination entered into the navigation
A GPS we kept from an out-of-state rental
Underneath the moon and stars riding to that Krizza
You like that song, that's my n***a, he from Mississippi
I be on tour with him, you should come along with us
Champagne, flutes, cheese trays, and fruit
Fuck you know, Four Seasons brunch
Rolling a joint, hitting buffet tables the fuck up
Get you back to your man's 'fore he knows whats what
Your friends hating on you, and saying you lucked up

[Chorus]
A lime to a lemon, my Jet-set women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin’, I get high wid 'em
She caught three nuts, but she never catch feelings
And bitch with that disposition, we can count millions
I see that in ya, got that four-twenty vision
’98 livin’, these Iceberg sweats got twenty racks in em
Light snacks, Andretti
A lime to a lemon, my Jet-set women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin’, I get high wid 'em
She caught three nuts, but she didn't catch feelings
And bitch with that disposition, we can count millions
I see that in ya, got that four-twenty vision
A lime to a lemon, my Jetset women

A lime to a lemon, my Jet-set women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin’, I get high wid 'em

These Iceberg sweats got got twenty racks in 'em
A lime to a lemon, my Jetset women
She caught three nuts, but she didn't catch feelings
A lime to a lemon, my Jetset women

I stop by we be chillin’, I get high wid 'em

These Iceberg sweats got got twenty racks in 'em
Light snacks, Andretti