JLC

Through text message we plot the takeover Can't talk out loud 'round these chauffeurs Way on the outskirts we have slick meetings Lookin' over our shoulders, mother fuckin' lip readers just wanna know what I told ya What I rolled ya Wake up and smell the Folgers, crystals on my doja The bitches on your posters really comin' over Feelin' that jet livin', dosin' off on suede sofas Wakin' up to mimosas, joy rides and high-priced rollsters My side, east life keep them trees rollin' Hundred dollar bills foldin' Fools countin' on me to fuck up I'm countin' up that money as it's pourin' in Jets nigga, you know it's them Losin' to me for you would be a win Jets nigga, you know it's them Losin' to me for you would be a win I had to say that again Jet life commandments Jet life commandments Mother fuckers better meet my demand list Jet life commandments Jet life commandments First order of business is make the fam rich Laid back chillin', posted Livin' like a villain, mostly Coast to Coast G Rap hustlin', smokin' Our places you not allowed to go in The beats bitch niggas is scared of, I goes in, on So King Kong go ahead with that Felicia ass cred What he smokin' on, personal, this mine, it won't work for you Your whole click in trouble, need a focus group Learn you on how to earn but you uncoachable What you want me to do Fall back like the top, all that And the half a joint pimpin' I'm high