Curren$y - Jet Muzik lyrics

Uh How do you stop Fly Society? There ain't no mother f**ing answers I did it on my own, ain't nobody did it for him No disrespect to Richard Pryor But I could set myself on fire (?) dancer Street racers in their Mitsubishi Lancers Chevy riders bump inside their Caprice cla**ics Flight club, display their shoes wrapped in plastic I get one of everything that I don't think is whack sh** In the back of the chaffeured Cadillac truck We pack rows of b**hes Limited edition 'til the cargo area filled up Get back to the telly Smoke a W, Beverly Hills up Tripping off these bad girls stripping eating pills up b**h want me to choke her and f** er I don't want to f** around and k** her My brother says the top don't drop (?) I say let the sky be your ceiling Yeah This that Jet music n***a Burn and ounce, stay fresh n***a Got your b**hes like damn Why can't you be more like him This that Jet music n***a Burn and ounce, stay fresh n***a Got your b**hes like damn Why can't you be more like him This that Jet music n***a Burn and ounce, stay fresh n***a Got your b**hes like damn Why can't you be more like him This that Jet music n***a Lamborghini, Ferrari, Porsche, Corvette music n***a Got your b**hes like Haha yah Oooh that's, that's That's him That's exactly him right there