[Intro: Curren$y]
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Shit like attack attack of the clones
They came to borrow styles, 'cause they don't have they own
First ones to the gym
Last ones to leave
When they talkin' 'bout the MVP's
(Yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Curren$y]
They breakin', paper chasin', under the moonlight
Them n***as hatin', but we the team they need to move like
Fuck them boys though, 'cause they ain't off this side
When I look around me, I don't see nothin' but Jet Life
They breakin', paper chasin', under the moonlight
(Moonlight, under the moonlight, n***a, yeah)
Them n***as hatin', but we the team they need to move like
When I look around me, I don't see nothin' but Jet Life

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Attack of the clones
They came to borrow styles, 'cause they don't have they own
I'm rollin up at home, trading stocks on my phone
Businessman in motion, bitch, I'm a rolling stone
Often I been rollin' stoned, my eyes low, but trust, I know the road
I can make it back to the pad with my eyes closed
Day-date, yellow gold, time froze
I like Bathing Ape on my main hoes, shape mould 'em like Play-doh
They do as I say so, and we make dough, fa sho'
On top of the game, solidifying our name
And for fortune, motherfuck that fame
Fuck is you lil' n***as in it for, my Bentley four-door a straight centrefold
[Chorus: Curren$y]
They breakin', paper chasin', under the moonlight
Them n***as hatin', but we the team they need to move like
Fuck them boys though, 'cause they ain't off this side
When I look around me, I don't see nothin' but Jet Life
They breakin', paper chasin', under the moonlight
(Moonlight, under the moonlight, n***a, yeah)
Them n***as hatin', but we the team they need to move like
When I look around me, I don't see nothin' but Jet Life

[Verse 2: Fendi P]
Members only, no pretenders, fakes or phonies
You lookin' real unfamiliar 'round my la familia
My n***as steal ya, it's grand theft life, if I send 'em near ya
Don't come around us, we don't feel ya
Another check, another plane to catch, nother bitch
I never take 'em back, once you fake, it ain't no coming back
Condone no sucka shit, not for a check
I put this on my set, and these chains round my neck
A n***a flighting almost every night, my game tight
And my money right, my paint wet, and my motor right
Like hell yeah, n***a, sure your right
That plane land, just make sure my rider right, feel me

[Chorus: Curren$y]
They breakin', paper chasin', under the moonlight
Them n***as hatin', but we the team they need to move like
Fuck them boys though, 'cause they ain't off this side
When I look around me, I don't see nothin' but Jet Life
They breakin', paper chasin', under the moonlight
(Moonlight, under the moonlight, n***a, yeah)
Them n***as hatin', but we the team they need to move like
When I look around me, I don't see nothin' but Jet Life
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
Keep the car smellin’ like Mary J
I sell yola, like every day
Run for the money, like andale
Faded like I'm Penny Hardaway
They not on my level, they under me
Money call, I'm like, I’m on the way
Momma said watch my company
Misery sure do love company
In a couple minutes, made a couple G's
Thirsty bitches ain't my cup of tea
Walk in that bitch, like a hundred deep
[?], move a hundred keys
Wrap up a brick like it's Christmas Eve
Talk a model bitch up out her jeans
Got a bitch who from the Philippines
Middle finger to my enemies
Empty the clip on them fuck n***as
Wonder why n***as don't fuck witcha
I do this shit for me and my n***as
Shoutout to all of my Chi n***as
Winners circle, fuck a loss, n***a
Got the cost to be a boss, n***a
Runnin' that [?], n***a
Ridin' dirty, don't get caught, n***a
Shoot up the track, call the task force
Baby, don't step on these Air Forces
Flip it, flip it, get the cash for it
[?], boy
You touch it, you buy it, you payin' for it
Talkin' that talk that they can't afford
Countin' that money like Tom Ford
Countin' that money like, yeah