1st Place

[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver] I stay on top of my game I’m sayin no time for playin Paper on my mind Doing business with whoever paying the most Fast or slow, I gotta get this dough Touched a few pieces off features but I still want more What the fuck you think I’m grinding for Tryin to upgrade my automo- Stacking bills, smoking kill, chilled out with my foreign ho First night with the villain resort life, we just burning O's Smashed at got my mind back to where the cash at, You know how it go I’m out the door my mind focus on dough, I’m so fixed on these digits But she swear a nigga out here fuckin around with this other bitches And I ain't got no time for that, tryin to get to this money love Homie trust, I’m only gettin my paper up Counting Franklins, Jacksons, Grants You can tell from all these paper cuts, on my hand I been on the straight plan to make millions out of grands so All I ask is you keep it real it's Super Ville in Jet Life we trust Stay away from them lames, they look the same but them niggas ain't us [Hook: Curren$y] x2 Put my hustle down got my money up All them bitches come around cause my niggas coming up now We put our hustle down got our money up All them bitches run to us cause they don’t want no runners up, clown [Verse 2: Young Roddy] Nigga I go Deebo hard or I'll carry my ass home But I’ll be damn if it's back to living up in that drug zone Shit and I know that’s right but how they getting but I don't call that wrong In the midst of it all nigga we stay G while we drop bombs Wait but hold on let me find something roll up on They say it’s now or never just hoping now it don’t take too long I’m on my paper chasing we chasin bread and it’s marathon Yeah I love pussy but plenty of nights I done slept alone I done it on my own just me myself and my microphone And til my next life I yell Jet life til I’m dead and gone Stay high up when the loud pack its that Cali strong Ain't no child play no need for that girl both us grown Frontin ain't paying nobody bills better keeps your hustle going Over these camp fire I tell my ghetto story I put my life in this bars but they still don’t know me In this fast lane I move slowly I’m focused nigga [Hook] [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] Mann.. I been gettin it been gettin it that bad man that bad man The hoes be on me like tube socks, Range Rover no roof top Took two shots of that brown brown we downtown We kicking the like it’s my birthday JET Set, real niggas, 1st Place You never winnin if you’re jealous of Another nigga don’t be jealous of how well he does Just focus on your own team and they can help you up I’m young and rich a bunch of bitches blow the celly up And I can’t even blame em Send me naked pictures I'mma frame em on the iPhone I’m rolling up a Instagram: that's a gram in one blunt Twenty for the point 5 Its like a brown bag lunch higher than the top bunk I'd still pop Rihanna I cannot front Barbequing putting vodka in the fruit punch So you better watch her or she mine man Ain't no ring on her finger like LeBron hand [Hook] [Verse 4: Curren$y] Rolling up piles of them sky miles Coolin in the honey cut Listening to some Miles Davis – yeah I’m rich But I’m still using my Playstation for a DVD player Never gave up motherfuck Not in the business of saving sluts Theres a auction on some retail space So I’m saving up and they sayin I’m a made man but I ain’t made enough No baker though i’m cakin up Take the game and told my niggas take their cut [Hook]