| This thing of ours | |
| Got me driving sports cars 200 miles per hour | |
| Parked outside a 5-star hotel lobbies | |
| Drunk models leaving the bar legs all wobbly | |
| ******* choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement | |
| This how life get, when you pilot with the owners, the one's who set prices | |
| Bringing that green sticky cactus to your cypher | |
| I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers | |
| Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners won't define her, jeans designer | |
| My best ******* get flights to | |
| London, ticket to | |
| Madonna I ain't even coming | |
| I'm 2012 Rolex | |
| Regatta, St. | |
| Thomas buying diamonds for my momma | |
| Put that on my momma, that's gonna look so good on my momma | |
| When I put that on my momma, and so continues the saga | |
| Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped bottles | |
| Them ******* bought their own way we ain't even have to buy 'em | |
| Andretti Corleone | |
| Jet Life Fly | |
| Mafia Smell my cologne | |
| I'm smelling like a big deal | |
| Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy | |
| I got it Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a helicopter | |
| Spit that ignorant *******t but | |
| I deliver it so proper | |
| You couldn't see me with binoculars, church homie gospel | |
| Impossible to do it bigger than me we **** colossal | |
| Talking money out here and | |
| I'm digging like | |
| I'm looking for fossil | |
| Triple OG some y'all *****s to childish, can't eat round me' | |
| Bring them little boys to | |
| McDonalds they playing | |
| What the ***** | |
| We pull V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance | |
| We in the building now, rooftop never been up here huh? | |
| You can't come through alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes | |
| Take it all in love, you around some grown men | |
| The chosen know when the going get tough, the tough roll up and keep right the ***** going | |
| Champagne pouring every morning, celebration god kept us we made it | |
| He ain't let them haters take us | |
| He gave us another 24 hours to scour after that paper | |
| A towel where | |
| I lay up Little momma in a | |
| Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup | |
| For wherever the day may take us | |
| Skybox suite catered, | |
| Clippers versus | |
| Lakers Los | |
| Angeles vacation, a little work a little of that playing | |
| I'm saying..... | |
| What the ***** |