What It Look Like

We blessed to be here It's a blessing for you to be here with us MMG shit, Jet Life, BOA, fuck y'all What it look like My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah For the occasion, paper planes Look, what it look like My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life Yeah! Look, now roll my J tight You know what they like Yeah! Yeah! Paris SB's make these niggas catch seizures Foam game shitting on Irish Springs and Lever Ha! I'm more cleaver, clever Weather any weather, nobody doing it better Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket I'm Gilligan Ain't no Skipper but all my bitches is Ginger hair My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds Double M G forever though Money got me pulling strings, I got that Geppetto dough Always in them better clothes, I be with them better ho's No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose Meaning aroused, I'm sorry I'm not too good with vowels I got a thousand bitches, I'm not too good with vows We in Spitta Ferrari, brand new Tiffanys on me Don't fuck with PBS, but man, I'm addicted to Barney's That's G shit, I be bumping Fiend shit And I'm on a roll, you would think they giving me a X Wordplay like a muhfucker I'm Durant at the Rucker, your woman's a perfect jumper Wetter than a swish and I never miss Get her out her delicates and I ain't gotta tell her shit Put it on whatever bitch, me and Spitta high as shit Rex Ryan on these hoes, Jet Life forever bitch Look, what it look like My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life Yeah! Look, now roll my J tight What they like Yeah! Yeah! The engine in back of my car I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog Mainstream cheese but I ain't acting like y'all Rapping that garbage, attracting maggots I'm in Dulles waiting on luggage luxury baggage Four door carriage with the V8 S badges I'm in the mirror of the Panamera Looking at them haters crammed in the Dodge Stratus Can't keep up, get your liters in order 4.8, interior custom, leather suede borders Not mine, I'm with Wale, I'm just a tourist on the set Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex I get mine and I bounce like a bad check You smell the ounce, I ain't even in ya house yet We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out After your hoes leave the Jets' hangout Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out But I'm in every real nigga Cutlass in the parking lot of the Wing Stop bumping So fuck it, I'm platinum in the streets I never gave a fuck and that's what they love She just wanna fuck, homie just wanna hug Rapping roulette, this life is a drug And baby girl can't get enough - fill her up Look, what it look like My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life Yeah! Look, now roll my J tight What they like Yeah! Yeah! Look, what it look like My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life Yeah! Look, now roll my J tight What they like Yeah! Yeah!