"JetLife Got The Power" lyrics
(feat. Fendi P)
[Curren$y:]
Turn me up, Kino
Huh
Bitches talk shit, money talk louder
Jet Life niggas got the power
Fly as Delta, nigga higher than the Eiffel Tower
Smoke it all, I lit the whole bouquet of flowers
My Rolex Day-Date, diamonds by the fuckin' hours
Chocolate face dial, yeah, that bitch Godiva
Ridin' in the Wraith to get som burger sliders
The Phantom clean, but I ain't feel like callin' drivers
I'm in the Red Light, Amsterdam lookin' for fire
Somehow I ran across some old school Sour
I lit that shit up, and then I started smilin'
Happy to be high and still alive with all this money piling
So many cars in front my house ain't got time to...
I ain't have to say that rhyme, y'all niggas know my problem
So much cash comin' in, we be stashin' it
So much more money on my mind, I need a aspirin
[Fendi:]
So many bitches on my line, ain't got time to...
Ain't even gotta say the rest, this [?] just a headrest
I'm Louie to the loafers, ho, as mink season soon approach
Hop out in some shit'll have PETA at my front door
The fuck I gotta front for? It's Porsches in my arsenal
Hundred miles and runnin', these Pirellis still got more to go
Burnin' one and rollin' one, gotta smoke before I smoke
Only natural stones in this two-tone yellow rose
Money still the mission, and remainin' real while ya gettin' it
Gotta let it pile before ya spend it
If I said I'ma do it, on these white G-Nikes, I did it
I go hard on a ho, go coupe-for-coupe with my nigga
Huh, Jet Life
[Curren$y:]
Bitches talk shit, money talk louder
Jet Life niggas got the power
Fly as Delta, nigga higher than the Eiffel Tower
Smoke it all, I lit the whole bouquet of flowers
My Rolex Day-Date, diamonds by the fuckin' hours
Chocolate face dial, yeah, that bitch Godiva
Ridin' in the Wraith to get som burger sliders
The Phantom clean, but I ain't feel like callin' drivers
Turn me up, Kino
Huh
Bitches talk shit, money talk louder
Jet Life niggas got the power
Fly as Delta, nigga higher than the Eiffel Tower
Smoke it all, I lit the whole bouquet of flowers
My Rolex Day-Date, diamonds by the fuckin' hours
Chocolate face dial, yeah, that bitch Godiva
Ridin' in the Wraith to get som burger sliders
The Phantom clean, but I ain't feel like callin' drivers
I'm in the Red Light, Amsterdam lookin' for fire
Somehow I ran across some old school Sour
I lit that shit up, and then I started smilin'
Happy to be high and still alive with all this money piling
So many cars in front my house ain't got time to...
I ain't have to say that rhyme, y'all niggas know my problem
So much cash comin' in, we be stashin' it
So much more money on my mind, I need a aspirin
[Fendi:]
So many bitches on my line, ain't got time to...
Ain't even gotta say the rest, this [?] just a headrest
I'm Louie to the loafers, ho, as mink season soon approach
Hop out in some shit'll have PETA at my front door
The fuck I gotta front for? It's Porsches in my arsenal
Hundred miles and runnin', these Pirellis still got more to go
Burnin' one and rollin' one, gotta smoke before I smoke
Only natural stones in this two-tone yellow rose
Money still the mission, and remainin' real while ya gettin' it
Gotta let it pile before ya spend it
If I said I'ma do it, on these white G-Nikes, I did it
I go hard on a ho, go coupe-for-coupe with my nigga
Huh, Jet Life
[Curren$y:]
Bitches talk shit, money talk louder
Jet Life niggas got the power
Fly as Delta, nigga higher than the Eiffel Tower
Smoke it all, I lit the whole bouquet of flowers
My Rolex Day-Date, diamonds by the fuckin' hours
Chocolate face dial, yeah, that bitch Godiva
Ridin' in the Wraith to get som burger sliders
The Phantom clean, but I ain't feel like callin' drivers
