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Yeah Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life, nigga, yeah This that Treadmill in front the window Lookin' out over the skyline while you get your morning jog in You know what I'm sayin'? Then smokin' a joint in a robe type shit, yeah, yeah, uh Look at these gold Bapes move at a hustler's pace My bitch got style and grace, match when we go on dates Out the country or in the States, stunt either way Never dream 'bout gettin' paid, wide awake and making plays All day, every day, tennis bracelets, sparkling water, Perrier Rapid fire, Russian K's, how quick I think of shit to say Like an instruction manual on how to increase your value You know a player stay dipped, drippin' 'isms all over the place Flows as vintage as the frames on my face Hold it together like stitches Don't fall apart front them critics They only watchin' you 'cause they waitin' for you to flop, bruh I show 'em different So much colder than 'em Tried to check my appearance and seen a frozen image in the mirror That ain't no filter, that's real icicles, my nigga Baby girl, you gotta level up 'fore I can kick it with you SongtexteWe could be friends forever if we make M's together, yeah We could be friends forever if we make M's together, yeah We could be friends forever if we make M's together, girl, yeah We could be friends forever if we make M's together, yeah We gon' have to send some of this shit to Statik Right when you pour you another mimosa This that feeling Oh Statik, I got somethin' you need to get with, G Aus Songtexte Mania