Curren$y - #Jestgo lyrics

Yea, yea, yea Ain't nothing to the next life Fool ain't nothing changed Roll something up mama We f**ed up Make sure of it Uh Never will it stop Crate motors with triple digit blocks You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks Blow the doors off, break the mothaf**in' locks n***a you know my Steez' Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed Minus the busing, Keano Reeves Twistin' them Fern-gully trees, b**h breathe Your man smokin' good, I'm smoking great T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari But I still got them Lamborghini dreams Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor The JETS step through the door issue them awards Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their draws You mad Upset, me and your girl just up on the set Playin' Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store Rockin' Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps Love don't f** my rims up Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Team Official But Jet Misses never tell a Jet business That's how we do it big enough, for us to live in it Them other fools playing wit' it, Blind Rhyming saying they did it Shame on them n***as, you come through the set, But never bring 'em withcha [Chorus] Yea though, the vet flow, best smoke, Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code And the trill know the jet code, we jets though Snatch your b**hes, bring' em everywhere you cant go Yea doe pound sign jets go n***a, Yea doe pound sign jets go b**h, Yea Ddoe pound sign jets go Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code