[Intro]
(Jets, n***a, where haven't)
(They look up to the Jets, n***a, where haven't)
(They look up to the Jets, n***a, where haven't)
(Fuck boys wonderin')
(Bitches know the planes got it)
(Bitches know the planes got it)
(Bitches know the planes got it)

[Verse 1]
Incinerate the streets
The moment that my size seven Bapes graze concrete
Every step I take bring me closer to the roadster in the villa
Wakin up to chilled mimosas
I do it how a real n***a supposed to
I obligated myself in '02
When I seen Soulja Slim bring that Lac' truck through
I'm the truth these n***as is Daffy—
Duck ass n***as keep quackin', but I can't hear ya
I got a sound proof cabin
Roll down my window just to pitch out yo wack ass album
I got you hot on the street, literally
I'm like yo promo team my lolo green
Ten switches in the button for James Bond smoke screen
Im a hard act to follow
N***as need luck, better rub that log at The Apollo
[Chorus]
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
And you can't do a thang about it
Bitches know the planes go it
Bitches know the planes go it
And that ain't gone change, I'm sorry

[Verse 2]
I'm so sick with it
One listen might have n***as coughing and sniffling
My pockets is fatter than Peter Griffin
Green in 'em, like my rollin papers
Had a couple n***as round me that I know was haters
Gave em enough rope to hang themselves, that's how I played em
Broke they own necks, you see they body swayin
From the ceilings n they mental prisons
Closed minds wasn't open to the fly living
Soon they'll understand that they never stand over my n***as
Tabulate the statistics, congratulate the victors
We leave lames as air strike victims
I'm on my shit, these karate carbon copy jockin my kicks
I'm at work in my Play Cloths
Louis luggage on the racks of the Range Rove'
Murder on the beat, cased closed
[Chorus]
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
And you can't do a thang about it
Bitches know the planes go it
Bitches know the planes go it
And that ain't gone change, I'm sorry

[Outro]
Jets in the house
Fresher than anybody else in the house
Jets in the house
Fresher than anybody else in the house
Take all the hoes, ain't nobody left in ya house