[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, fool
Yeah, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life (Yeah)
Not yet, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Yeah, uhh

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Let the lil' homie kick it in the auto shop with us
Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut
Same way I came up, all my triple-O's was hood famous
Nice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous
That’s where I gained this cool
Walk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make twos
All you do is make fools of yourselves
Underground jewels, Chester Copperpot, waddling in the wishing well
Evidence n***as done failed tryna get close to the Jet code
But it will never be deciphered by a rookie pilot
That’s why I sit opposite the driver, '63 Impala
Bad bitch, chain steering wheel, guidance
I’m out the window sky-watching
Plotting as usual—that’s what I’m doing when I quiet
Can’t remember shorty name but she had that loud pack
That other night in Tallahassee, and I thank her for that
Fine, freaky, sending snaps with her legs behind her back
In the wee hours of the morning, picture-mailing that she horny
But love, I'm tryna fuck with this money
[Interlude: Curren$y]
Yeah, get this money
Jet Life, I'm tryna get this money
Uhh, uhh

[Hook: Curren$y & Prodigy]
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people that don’t bury the axe, hold up
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals (Uh-huh)
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats (Yeah)
We the type of people that don’t bury the axe, hold up (Uh-uh)
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals

[Break: Curren$y & Prodigy]
That don't bury the axe (Yeah, say what, say what?)
We the type of people that don’t bury the
(We bust raps like them boys bust gats, shit)
We the type of people that don’t bury the
(We bust raps like B-boys bust gats, yeah)
We the type of people that don’t bury the axe, hold that (Yeah)
Like B-boys bust gats (Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals)
We the type of people that don’t bury the axe, hold up (Uhh)
(Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals, we the type of people that don’t)
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals
[Interlude: Prodigy]
(Yeah, that's what I'm talking 'bout)
Yeah, ayo, Curren$y, let me hold it down real quick, son
(That's right, yeah, that's right)
Ayo, Al, check this out right here, man, like this
(Pour me a cup, pour me another cup, son)
(You never heard no shit like this before, man)
I say...

[Hook: Prodigy]
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people that don’t bury the hatch, hold up
We bust raps like we bust these gats (Pow)
We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs too
We bust raps like we bust these gats (Right now)
We the type of people that don’t bury the hatch, hold up (My n***a)
We bust raps like we bust these Gats (You gotta go in right now)
We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs too (Get these n***as, son, get these n***as)
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Fuck it, it's the life of a shooting star, gotta move smart
Can’t get caught slipping, they all wanna see me fall
Take my punches like a trooper, take my losses like a man
It come with the territory, take the good with the bad
Throw the dice, watch them tumble, where they land—so be it
E'erything is not strategic; sometimes we risk our life
Sometimes we risk our love, our money, and our freedom
That bullshit, we feed it, to see if you gonna eat it
In New York, we manipulate naïve dummies
We beat you on the head, it's just game we be running sometime
But most of the time, we don’t play
They can’t figure us out—we like it that way (We like it that way)
The road to the riches so long our feet catch blisters
All these crabs in the bucket, pull you down tryna get up
Every man for theyself, every woman want bags and shoes
We the type of people that’ll find you (Find you)
[Interlude: Prodigy]
Yeah, know that
Stop fronting, you doing a lot of fronting right now
You know what I'm saying?
Make me come to your fucking crib, n***a
Right at your doosrtep, like, "Good morning!"

[Hook: Curren$y & Prodigy]
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people that don’t bury the axe, hold up
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people that don’t bury the hatch, hold up
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs too