| Jet Life…
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| Roll one up for them haters
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| I’m just counting my paper
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| Jets count millions
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| Write my way to a million
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| Looking out the plane windows
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| Yeah — Tony said Frank wouldn’t last
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| Now Frank’s woman upstairs packing bags
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| Survival of the fittest
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| A sponsor no longer living
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| Plight to these kept ass bitches
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| When the dreams all ended
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| And then the bars slam, casket closed
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| Welcome to the school of hard knocks
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| You ain’t know you was enrolled?
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| Cold, I know
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| What’s colder is these streets
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| When your name no longer hot, you feel me?
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| Seen niggas and bitches go through
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| Dope game and the music
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| Lifestyle hard to attain
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| But it’s easy to get used to it
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| Try to maintain, under pressure
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| Only few do it, and that’s what inspires you to try
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| The gleam in your eye
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| Manifested in your mind
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| Then you start your climb
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| Remembering whoever you step on to come up
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| You may meet them another time
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| Fuck 'em, doe
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| Cause if the foot was in the other shoe
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| Them niggas would stand on you to get a better view
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| Telling you the truth, while taking them to school
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| Fools don’t think how I think
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| Can’t see these lines like I scribbled
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| In invisible ink in these tablets
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| Jet Life Commandments
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| Thou shall not rest until I make my whole fam rich
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| Fuck you take me for?
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| One of them sucka niggas
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| Who forget the set when he blow?
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| Never that, JLR
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| We’ll have his whole world changed by tomorrow
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| Lighters and Ozium in my car
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| In no way am I playing with y’all
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| When I say I’m so high, if I was to trip and fall, I’d land on Mars
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| But don’t mistake my highness for blindness
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| Giving me them fake smiles
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| I know what’s behind them
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| I swim with the sharks everyday
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| You back stroking with the guppies
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| Supposedly big dogs get
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| Chopped down to puppy size
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| Utterly euthanized by these flows
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| I’ve been crafted, secretly in my labyrinth
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| Sleeping on a charred mattress
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| Nights so hot, get that girl to the pool before she pass out
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| Livin in a landmark
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| New Ferrari underneath the car port, pull my landshark
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| Invite me to your party
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| Reserve me somewhere to park
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| I’m not sure what you thought
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| Fuck pullin off onto my lot
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| You got twenty minutes free?
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| How bout a fast brunch
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| Pitch me whatever proposals you want
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| But no promises though
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| I got a lot on my plate
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| No ham omelets, I’m on my conglomerate
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| Word to the kid, Willie the fly, always on top of shit, really…
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| Yeahh
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| Roll one up for them haters
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| I’m just counting my paper |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Machine, artist - Curren$y. Album song Weekend At Burnie's, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп