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[Intro] Yeah, Jet life Jet set nothing less [Verse 1: Trademark] I'm talking oceans in the back, front reserved for Porsche's Highed up focused on my fortunes A real G I'm tryna ball, I want it all f*ck a portion Money in my pocket, more stacks than a fortress Up early every day I'm trying to flip I need more of it Gotta get it now will I see tomorrow I ain't sure of it Overdue it's 'bout that time I deserve a lick I'm trying to see something slick I really came from nothing though Still I stand tall pockets thick, fitted sitting low Twisting with my chick out the manor in front it gettin' gold She ain't a gold digger but love how daddy get this dough Real n*gga hear it in my words plus my actions show Nothing less I'm a Jet so I'm sending threats To these suckers hating on my name cause I'm next Protected by the planes, JLR family crest Mama fall back from them lames and fly with the best [Hook] Yeah, get paid, get paid, my n*gga get paid Paid, get paid, get paid, my n*gga get paid Paid, get paid, get paid, my n*gga get paid Paid, get paid, get paid, my n*gga [Verse 2: Curren$y] Never under estimate the other guys greed Game given from a snake indeed, I still take heat Keep the force what you stuck adhesive F*ck with the real n*ggas see how we do it Baby girl them your people Well lose them dudes your home girl and them cool We makin' moves like when throwback rap albums had interludes We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie To bring them instrumentals through Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars I did it partner Too much of a scholar to ever live in squalor Scissors beats paper unless we talking 'bout them paper dollars I'm in there like I live there What took you so long baby girl I been here, tryna leave your man He a square huh, I don't even know if it's fair ma F*ck it though you living in the same world I'm in, dirty but that money make it spin [Hook] Yeah, get paid, get paid, my n*gga get paid Paid, get paid, get paid, my n*gga get paid Paid, get paid, get paid, my n*gga get paid Paid, get paid, get paid, my n*gga [Verse 3: Young Roddy] I hustle hard 'til I'm dead or locked behind bars I'm a Jet member way about a different set of laws Roddy trap hard ain't no time for f*cking off It's a scary game but am I scared not at all I'm hoping that this high don't ever come down and fall Cause them days with no weed way tougher than them all Still spitting these trill bars free of charge And them n*ggas don't give a f*ck, they cold hearted That's cold blooded especially in New Orleans Just trying to make it out this maze that I been lost in I rep my set from the stage to the coffin School of hard knock I learned to read between the margins But real sh*t so many problems I deal with And I thank God for Mary Jane, that good piff Bet I won't quit stacking my bread flipping my chips I double count my paper then I dip, Jets fool, I bet I do [Hook] Yeah, get paid, get paid, my n*gga get paid Paid, get paid, get paid, my n*gga get paid Paid, get paid, get paid, my n*gga get paid Paid, get paid, get paid, my n*gga |