[Verse 1] Yellow paper, legal pad Blueprinting these criminal plans So simple in the right hands sh**'ll go cool as a fan Long as we keep it in the fam Grinding with outsiders will only provide us Providers with more problems Cops want see me locked in Bars, concrete but only palm trees around me My rollie heavy, my shirt light Let me roll back my sleeves Let my diamonds breathe, serenade the night Sung that b**h to sleep Woke up next to me And figured she was still up in the dream Dirty money, keep them whips clean Coupes for the whole team Lyrics is on a triple beam Another tape, another key A frozen eskimo ain't cold as me n***a, (cold as me) [Hook] Still at it, Jet Set mathematics In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers Still at it, Jet Set mathematics In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers Still at it, Jet Set mathematics Still at it, Jet Set mathematics [Verse 2] Still in traffic, sports cars doing magic My doors open backwards My homegirl an actress Silver screen bad b**h She brought her homegirls through We call that batting practice I'm in the matte black six 100 Benz mashing Interior filled with gases And b**h, I'm never pa**ing Music is the crack, It's Moving like packs, If I put 2 in You best believe I'm bringing 4 Bad b**h huh [Hook] Still at it, Jet Set mathematics In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers Still at it, Jet Set mathematics You mad they just looking at us Still at it, Jet Set mathematics In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers Still at it, Jet Set mathematics You mad they just looking at us