Jlc Lyrics - Weekend At Burnies - Curren$y

Through text message we plot the takeover 

Can't talk out loud 'round these chauffeurs 

Way on the outskirts we have slick meetings 

Lookin' over our shoulders, mother fuckin' lip readers just wanna know what I told ya 

What I rolled ya 

Wake up and smell the Folgers, crystals on my doja 

The bitches on your posters really comin' over 

Feelin' that jet livin', dosin' off on suede sofas 

Wakin' up to mimosas, joy rides and high-priced rollsters 

My side, east life keep them trees rollin' 

Hundred dollar bills foldin' 

Fools countin' on me to fuck up 

I'm countin' up that money as it's pourin' in 

Jets nigga, you know it's them 

Losin' to me for you would be a win 

Jets nigga, you know it's them 

Losin' to me for you would be a win I had to say that again 

Jet life commandments 

Jet life commandments 

Mother fuckers better meet my demand list 

Jet life commandments 

Jet life commandments 

First order of business is make the fam rich 

Laid back chillin', posted 

Livin' like a villain, mostly 

Rap hustlin', smokin' 

Our places you not allowed to go in 

The beats bitch niggas is scared of, I goes in, on 

So King Kong go ahead with that Felicia ass cred 

What he smokin' on, personal, this mine, it won't work for you 

Your whole click in trouble, need a focus group 

Learn you on how to earn but you uncoachable 

What you want me to do 

Fall back like the top, all that 

And the half a joint pimpin' I'm high 

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