Curren$y - Jets At Ya Neck lyrics

Jet life jet life jet life jet life. Curren$y: G'r then youv'e ever been and everywhere you never went, a decorated veteran my b**hes keep it very trill say they swagga jackin daddy i say f** it baby girl we gone let him live to much money not enough time to get it and want power before they drop the ball brand new socks and long jon draws i want it all my young n***a told yall its getting cold out here dog bundle up motha f** being around the up 4 n***as deep the number one is us text homie and tell him his number up you services are no longer needed rocka bye baby word to kesha broad day jets and monsta beats k** n***as on tape many a track has met his fate at the hands of spitta andretti them n***as is half way shook and all the way not ready. Chorus: And im gon keep on driving and smoking long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and pa**ing em over to me i done it how my triple o showed me smile when i ride by they proud of a grown me the climb was lonely got to the top and i stood there on my own feet 2 trill n***as form the best crew now its jets at ya motha fukn neck foo. Trademark: Sharvees on my feet cacky lrg jets fitted trees sticky just riding around the city smoking O's like fiftys mind on a milli eyes on a rearview cause these haters out to get me f** em, i just duck em like the b**h that was just with me simply im on a level where these lames cant gain no entry yeah i stay high i dont fly on empty fill my lungs up with blueberry sour and piffy life of a jet bad b**hes and good weed fast cars and gla** jars of sour d uhh tms d the sv hover over land lovers like a g3 jets n***a from the net to the tv we came up quick and made this sh** look easy yeah, now they go in cop my cd put em in they deck and ride around with them on repeat. Chorus Young roddy: and its jets over everything i put that on everything we been doing are thing anyway n***a slash anywhere first let me twist this up ima tell my driver take me there secondly and back to back in and out i came prepared flashback dejavu coulda swore i saw this sh** right here marley told me k** this sh** just dont forget your n***as here bet i wont i done see blood sweat so many tears bet i blow thats a fact point blank period break her off bust her up spread them legs up in the air slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on drilling it show your right i keep it real something im fimilar with money coming money going man i keep on peeling it my jet set camp but really tho whats really good she know im dealing sh** she smell me dog she dig my style gangsta and gentelmen im good like my jet insureance keep me with benefits. Chours. Street wizzy money hoes and check cloths blowing on that fruity pebble sh** that will have your throat chockin we aint tripin in this section full of cloud 9 flotas is a crush im up in my zone you already know see my grind its all up in my mind i come up with designs that will attack a n***a mental now they keeping off my rhyme it aint nothing less cause i dont waste time steaddy zippin in the city money gettin im fly if you look up in the air you will not see me im so high b**h im perfect when i glide its like a nerf up in the sky twisting turning ya holdin p**y sh** for my land acrobat blink a eye and miss a act stacking stacks up in the leather sack