Curren$y - Light Snacks lyrics

[Verse 1] A lime to a lemon my Jetset women Say she only feel alive when she wit em Jet Life tryna show she ride or die even if it k** her I guess thats why I dig her She throwin up the set in all her pictures I come get her - smoke dilla through the cracked windows Heavy conversation light dinner Destination and into the navigation A GPS we kept from an out-of-state rental Underneath the moon and stars riding to that Krizzle You like that sound, that's my n***a he from Mississippi I be on tour with him you should come along with us Champagne, flutes, cheese, crepes, and fruit f** you know, Four Seasons drunk Rolling a joint hitting buffet tables the f** up Get you back to your man's 'fore he knows whats what Your friends hating on you saying you lucked up A lime to a lemon my Jetset women They allow me to get in where ever I fit in I stop by we be chillin' and I get high wit em She caught three nuts but she never catch feelings And b**h with that disposition we can count millions I see that in ya got that 420 vision '98 livin' these iceberg sweats got 20 racks in em Light Snax, Andretti