[Intro: Curren$y]
Ugh, yeah
Roll something up, lil' mama, we can smoke in here (Yeah)
Yeah
Lames catch feelings, we catch flights, fool (Ugh)
Ugh, where haven't we been... yet?
Ugh, lames catch feelings, we catch flights
Ugh, yeah (Down South)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Now, some of these n***as is so deceptive
Usin' my style, pimpin', you foul
Want be the top gun son, though Spitta don't have a child
Ninety-six Impala digit dash read a hundred miles and—
Runnin' straight rhyme, butta layin' the lace
Sweet revenge, funnel cakes, watch the bulls and pony race
Lamborghini Ferrari shoot-out, at the grand prix
V-12 screamin' like a banshee
Pokemon, try to catch 'em all, before them hoes get out the parking lot
Bitches who tryna move up be quick to choose us
Shorty say she dig my music, but sometime, I lose her
Open up her mind, pass that rapper weed over to her
Free game, you should sponge it up, mama—loofah
Loser, used her, sent her back to you a lil' bit looser
Roofless coupes is vicious, shit ruthless
Two triple-black C-5s, double homicide, yeah
[Hook: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ugh)
Jet life to the next life, all right
N.O. to H-Town, ride and smoke all night
Igloo fool, keep it cool, on ice, ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Jet life to the next life, alirght

[Verse 2: Killa Kyleon]
Ridin' first-class, Killa, cut the check, hand me my boarding pass
They look up to the Jets; we lookin' down at them all, loaded as
Walk it like I talk it, like I bought it out of politics
Benjamin, Jackson, Hamilton: Bitch, I'm into politics
Republicans and Democrats, but sorry, I'm not into that
Direct me to them paper planes—now, where them pretty women at?
White cups, got 'em double-stacked, my SS like a hovercraft (Yeah)
Soarin' through them kush clouds, yeah, that's where I hover at
I'm lovin' that, Jet life to the next life
I elope with that money (Yeah); broke is my ex-wife (Wife, hey)
Killa spill her, pass her like a doobie, and let Spitta hit her (Yeah)
Share or split her—I can even get her if her n***a with her (Haha)
Pimpin' on my Priest shit, Dynamite Willie
Heart cold—when it comes to TLC, I'm chilly, ugh (Yeah)
Lookin' for a sucker? Well, you got the wrong rapper (You got the wrong rapper)
That ain't my lifestyle, you took off the wrong wrapper—
I'm a Magnum!
[Hook: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ugh)
Jet life to the next life, all right
N.O. to H-Town, ride and smoke all night
Igloo fool, keep it cool, on ice, ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Jet life to the next life, all right (Haha)