"Rrari Twins" lyrics
Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y Lyrics
Jet Life
What?
TGOD, Taylors in the chat
I got a collection outside (Uh)
Closet full of nice watches like we supervised (Yeah), super fried (Uh)
Money piled so high up, you could dive in (Yep)
More suits to style in
More dinners with beach views and violins (Damn)
More jet skis and islands (Tahahaha)
More scenarios where the good guys win (Yep)
On my balcony chillin', flickin' another ash
In my studio stoned, cookin' another classic
Sick and tired of the rest, she want them stoner raps (Uh)
My newest watch ain't got no diamonds in it (Nope)
I looked at it and said, "It's time to get it" (Yeah)
Car service on the runway when we visit (Hahahahahaha)
Do a show and get it back soon as we spend it
When we pullin' up, big business
Pile the money up, it's endless
Not enough, need more
I drive my 'Rari, you drive yours
What's mine is yours
I drive my 'Rari, you drive yours
What's mine is yours
I drive my 'Rari, you drive yours
This is a Hyundai, this is a Ferrari
Which one y'all want, nigga?
A Carrari
Huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A quarter-million dollar car with the peace sign
But it's a war goin' on on the eastside
It's a war goin' on overseas, I
See it all through the fog, burnin' trees down
No arson, we just ballin'
We gon' smoke it all, then we gon' re-up tomorrow
I reflect on the time when a nigga had to borrow
From a hustler that I knew who lived way larger
He pulled me out the jam, helped me revise my plan, now I hustle smarter
I tried to pay him back, he told me pay it forward
That's why I drop jewels from these ink pens
I'm a author, I'm a artist, I'm a jeweler, I'm a movin' target
I'm a student of the game, bitch, I'm a shot-caller (Chu-chu-chu-chu)
I'm a Taylor, I'm a jet plane, we all bosses (Chu-chu)
Family over bullshit offers
Just put some new furniture in my office (Yeah, yeah)
When we pullin' up, big business (Yeah, yeah)
Pile the money up, it's endless
Not enough, need more
I drive my 'Rari, you drive yours (Nyoom)
What's mine is yours
I drive my 'Rari, you drive yours
What's mine is yours
I drive my 'Rari, you drive yours
Get me one of them phones, you know, with a, with a scrambler
A scrambler
And a radio with, uh, scanners
To pick out flying saucers, stuff like that
What?
TGOD, Taylors in the chat
I got a collection outside (Uh)
Closet full of nice watches like we supervised (Yeah), super fried (Uh)
Money piled so high up, you could dive in (Yep)
More suits to style in
More dinners with beach views and violins (Damn)
More jet skis and islands (Tahahaha)
More scenarios where the good guys win (Yep)
On my balcony chillin', flickin' another ash
In my studio stoned, cookin' another classic
Sick and tired of the rest, she want them stoner raps (Uh)
My newest watch ain't got no diamonds in it (Nope)
I looked at it and said, "It's time to get it" (Yeah)
Car service on the runway when we visit (Hahahahahaha)
Do a show and get it back soon as we spend it
When we pullin' up, big business
Pile the money up, it's endless
Not enough, need more
I drive my 'Rari, you drive yours
What's mine is yours
I drive my 'Rari, you drive yours
What's mine is yours
I drive my 'Rari, you drive yours
This is a Hyundai, this is a Ferrari
Which one y'all want, nigga?
A Carrari
Huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A quarter-million dollar car with the peace sign
But it's a war goin' on on the eastside
It's a war goin' on overseas, I
See it all through the fog, burnin' trees down
No arson, we just ballin'
We gon' smoke it all, then we gon' re-up tomorrow
I reflect on the time when a nigga had to borrow
From a hustler that I knew who lived way larger
He pulled me out the jam, helped me revise my plan, now I hustle smarter
I tried to pay him back, he told me pay it forward
That's why I drop jewels from these ink pens
I'm a author, I'm a artist, I'm a jeweler, I'm a movin' target
I'm a student of the game, bitch, I'm a shot-caller (Chu-chu-chu-chu)
I'm a Taylor, I'm a jet plane, we all bosses (Chu-chu)
Family over bullshit offers
Just put some new furniture in my office (Yeah, yeah)
When we pullin' up, big business (Yeah, yeah)
Pile the money up, it's endless
Not enough, need more
I drive my 'Rari, you drive yours (Nyoom)
What's mine is yours
I drive my 'Rari, you drive yours
What's mine is yours
I drive my 'Rari, you drive yours
Get me one of them phones, you know, with a, with a scrambler
A scrambler
And a radio with, uh, scanners
To pick out flying saucers, stuff like that
