[Intro: Curren$y]
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Know I got a lighter 'round here somewhere
(Yeah)
(Jets at Life) And it's still
Jets at your motherfuckin'—
Homie, come up out it, that's—
Ask yo girl who she rep, she say—, yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
About to land jets on some suckas houses
Homie, come up out it, that's our shit, you call your girl crib
In the background, she bumping my shit, you mad
I'm at the crib cutting open vacuum bags
Pouring some of that potent for the true smokers, shit my homie had—
Last time I was in Cali, told him he had to send me that
Ship it to the city, so I could bend some corners with lil mama
Tell her hit some of this sticky with me
Just being 'round me make her slippery
Sexy pyjamas, when she visit me, her friends fall through
With all of that over talking, baller stalkin', searchin' for eye contact
So they could double back, and that's G
When I have some time free, but honestly
Building this empire taking a lot of me
It will be worth it though, shit good right now
You find my lighter, and my grinder, it'll be perfect, hoe
And it's still
And it's still
Jets at your motherfuckin'
[Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
As I stand here, G'd up from the feet up
Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up
Baby smoke it all, I ain’t tripping, I just re-up
She thought real n***as was dead, I made her a believer
Now see us, we a different breed, come planted–
From a different seed, since young, bred to keep it M-O-B
My life is like a movie but I’m living out the scenes
I'm pulling acts for the racks I’m all about the cream
By any means I hustle and scheme to fulfill my dreams
Of better living, fatter pockets, prettier women
Super sticky weed, I'm puffing, layed up in the villa
South beach suite, Metropole, smokin' and chillin'
Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer
Hit her with the D, now she in love with the villain
But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach
Can I get a witness to this G shit that I’m spitting
At will, it's still
It's still
Jets at your motherfuckin'—
Already, uh

[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
Ok, girl, where shall I begin?
I told her about my lifestyle, she said, I'm all in
She say most n***as change, you ain't nothin' like them
So I got her high as hell, I'm talkin' above the rim
But I never cared, mama, blow it in the wind
Ain't too much changed since back then
But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends
They wouldn't last a minute if they live where I live
They couldn't walk a mile in these Jordans number tens
And I got that shit off, like thank you, come again
Such a scary risk, but that risk got me rich
So neat with my cash, boy,that’s word to Money Mitch
I swear I'm bound to break that bed when I get it in
Haters know the set that I rep to the end
It's crazy, I keep hearing voices in my ear
Telling me to get paid, my reply, bet I will
And it's still
And It's still
Jets at your motherfuckin'—