Cookin Soul - Jet Set lyrics

Trademark Another day another dolla Wake up bake up hop in hop outta da shower Get fresh then I spark up the sour Call roddy told him its time to get ours I'm out for mine, on the grind every hour Lame n***as dont wanna se us with the power Fake friends, I'm better off without 'em And these hoes ain't sh** so I ain't trying to be bothered I got 99 problems and a b**h ain't one Talking dollas how I'm gonna get me some At the end of the day we only live life once I keep my head in the clouds and my mind high up I gotta get all whats mine before times up I'm trying to eat jacksons for breakfast, franklins for lunch Money stacks like snacks (something) for brunch By any means for the green in god we trust Chorus Im slightly woozie off the doobie My jet life is like a movie, stay heated like jacuzzis In the wind like a cool breeze Flying high invincible jet ain't nothing that can do me (2x) Young Roddy We lit but momma still twistin When (chaz)? gave me the game homie I paid attention I never let a broad knock me off my mission Cuz I be trying to save it she be tryin to spend it Lil n***a so what I'm big business Jet set (something) me, f** around make my hit list Now when I speak they all listen in this whack world I remain authentic And as far as lames I kept my distance Ask my n***a spitta if roddy spit vicious My city will turn lil girls to women Real quick turn a lil n***a into a menace I'm no meech I think I'm trademark I'm a villain Cuz when that money get low I start illin Back to having d boy visions All for the love of drug dealing Chorus (2x) Curren$y Spitta n***a in your beat I get on I get off into my zone Thinking we got 7 grams left of that zone Bout to call my girl and tell her bring another one from home I get it on like the power bu*ton on the television remote So ho roll with us or you'll choke on the jet smoke n***as know the jet smoke the best from both coasts I got plugs like an extension cord cuz Spitta n***a bring it back like you f**ed up my order at the drive thru Can a n***a really rap homie your the devils from do blue Ride up the block b**hes try to jump in thru the sun roof Thats so true And I ain't got no feathers in my seat but thats your chicken in my coup Yeah