"SoSo Jets" lyrics
Curren$y & Jermaine Dupri Lyrics
Funky
Y'all keep makin' all these hip-hop lists, excludin' me
Excludin' me?
This for all the cars out there and the brothers that like to front in they ride, uh
Uh, she was thirsty for it
Tryna walk me to my car, I've been working hard (Uh)
My diamonds lil' brighter than yours (Uh)
We up in the lab, pharmacist in the drug store (Uh)
What you want, we have, enough for you and a lot more (Y'all know what this is)
Don't sleep by the stairs, but I keep somethin' by my broad
That's my homegirl, she do hair with a safe in the floor
Millionaires created daily, the fuck is you waitin' for? (Yeah)
Opportunity got high with us and said fuck knockin' at your door (Uh)
Slept on my latest move, y'all was asking for more (Uh)
I took that personally like number twenty-three and ran up the score (Uh)
They keep making these hip-hop lists and excludin' me (Yeah, excludin' me, nigga)
I'm still bringing millions in, so dog, it's cool with me (Uh)
Underground, I represent
Real niggas who the industry could not bend (Yeah, yeah)
They couldn't change me, my nigga, 'cause I'm not them (Not them)
I got my chains, now them niggas want partnerships, suits wanna invite us in, but we don't dress like them (Nah)
Sweatpants, money knots making rubber bands stretch (You see it), I hope they don't pop
Fifty thousand dollar less
My girl gotta bring a mop to the closet when I get dressed (Uh, uh)
Motherfucker, uh, so, so def, fully loaded on a jet (Yeah)
Landed to a check and hit the bank in a 'Vette (Uh-huh, uh)
Cash for me to stunt, a lil' cash to invest (Yeah)
Cash for my son and children I ain't had yet (Haha)
Nigga, so, so def, fully loaded on a jet (Yeah)
Landed to a check, to the bank in a 'Vette (Uh-huh)
Cash for me to stunt and some cash to invest (Oh)
Cash for my son and children I ain't had yet (Now let's bop)
East side all time (Uh, uh)
Low riders outside in a line (Uh)
Smokin' one, gettin' high (Lift that bitch up), tryna decide
Which one I'ma get inside, I'm in the five (Uh)
I left the keys in the crib (Woo), what I did (Uh)
I got the fuck up out that bitch, made another bid (Uh)
Now I'm in the '66 (Uh, uh)
I hit the switch for the front and the back ends, then I hit the strip (Uh), yeah
Oh my God, it's funky
For all the cars out there and all the brothers that like to front in they ride
Yeah
Y'all keep makin' all these hip-hop lists, excludin' me
Excludin' me?
This for all the cars out there and the brothers that like to front in they ride, uh
Uh, she was thirsty for it
Tryna walk me to my car, I've been working hard (Uh)
My diamonds lil' brighter than yours (Uh)
We up in the lab, pharmacist in the drug store (Uh)
What you want, we have, enough for you and a lot more (Y'all know what this is)
Don't sleep by the stairs, but I keep somethin' by my broad
That's my homegirl, she do hair with a safe in the floor
Millionaires created daily, the fuck is you waitin' for? (Yeah)
Opportunity got high with us and said fuck knockin' at your door (Uh)
Slept on my latest move, y'all was asking for more (Uh)
I took that personally like number twenty-three and ran up the score (Uh)
They keep making these hip-hop lists and excludin' me (Yeah, excludin' me, nigga)
I'm still bringing millions in, so dog, it's cool with me (Uh)
Underground, I represent
Real niggas who the industry could not bend (Yeah, yeah)
They couldn't change me, my nigga, 'cause I'm not them (Not them)
I got my chains, now them niggas want partnerships, suits wanna invite us in, but we don't dress like them (Nah)
Sweatpants, money knots making rubber bands stretch (You see it), I hope they don't pop
Fifty thousand dollar less
My girl gotta bring a mop to the closet when I get dressed (Uh, uh)
Motherfucker, uh, so, so def, fully loaded on a jet (Yeah)
Landed to a check and hit the bank in a 'Vette (Uh-huh, uh)
Cash for me to stunt, a lil' cash to invest (Yeah)
Cash for my son and children I ain't had yet (Haha)
Nigga, so, so def, fully loaded on a jet (Yeah)
Landed to a check, to the bank in a 'Vette (Uh-huh)
Cash for me to stunt and some cash to invest (Oh)
Cash for my son and children I ain't had yet (Now let's bop)
East side all time (Uh, uh)
Low riders outside in a line (Uh)
Smokin' one, gettin' high (Lift that bitch up), tryna decide
Which one I'ma get inside, I'm in the five (Uh)
I left the keys in the crib (Woo), what I did (Uh)
I got the fuck up out that bitch, made another bid (Uh)
Now I'm in the '66 (Uh, uh)
I hit the switch for the front and the back ends, then I hit the strip (Uh), yeah
Oh my God, it's funky
For all the cars out there and all the brothers that like to front in they ride
Yeah
