Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
We should-uh (Black Metaphor)
Watchin' the waves crash
Jammin' to my podna Ohgeesy, he make them slaps
Over by my LA woman, she got the gas, exotic turkey bags
She f*ck with me 'cause I dress good and I make her laugh
She ain't even know how good she had it until I smashed
I ain't been gone five minutes, she wanna know if I'm comin' back
Tryin' to lure me there with pictures of her wearin' somethin' skimpy
But I won't let her get me, only that money could tempt me
Gotta be about them Benji's, only millie's worth my energy
While my bro keep his eyes peeled for the enemies
Gray sweats, white Air Max, Penny's first edition
Vintage Magic satin Starter jacket go perfect with 'em
Pro ballin' regulation Spaldin', Wilson, y'all some Nerf niggas
You play that game 'round here, you might get hurt nigga
The south still got somethin' say, Jet Life all day
Self-made millionaire, I done that shit my own way
Life behind a mask, have the cars there when we land
Slidin' with my H-Town podna, we in the slab
Studio later on, that's millionaires in the lab
Watch costs a car, the car costs a house
Changin' lives off of rap but it's bigger than that
Recalibrate and then attack 'cause the game changed so fast
I think about my young homie, he be out on the ave
He's super talented but he so in love with the streets
I swear it make me sad
I tell him 'bout that shit like every chance I have
But I respect it, he a young boss and he in his bag
I hope the industry recognizes a superstar flashin' and he leave that life in the past
Put all his homies on so they don't crash
Invest that money smart and make it last
Roll somethin' fat, now watch his empire expand
(That's my man)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
We smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it
Hittin' switches on Chef Highway dippin'
Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round your niggas
That shit there hella suspicious
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Brin' me by my LA woman, she got the gas
Slidin' with my H-Town podna, we in a slab
By my Miami bitch, she got the fake ass
But she make real cash in a flash
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
We smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
Jet Life, Jet Life
Yeah, yeah Eastside, on mind, it's like every time
Several lowriders outside in a line
Tryin' to pick one to drive, can't decide
Roll a joint, get high, make up my mind
Yeah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
We should-uh (Black Metaphor)
Watchin' the waves crash
Jammin' to my podna Ohgeesy, he make them slaps
Over by my LA woman, she got the gas, exotic turkey bags
She f*ck with me 'cause I dress good and I make her laugh
She ain't even know how good she had it until I smashed
I ain't been gone five minutes, she wanna know if I'm comin' back
Tryin' to lure me there with pictures of her wearin' somethin' skimpy
But I won't let her get me, only that money could tempt me
Gotta be about them Benji's, only millie's worth my energy
While my bro keep his eyes peeled for the enemies
Gray sweats, white Air Max, Penny's first edition
Vintage Magic satin Starter jacket go perfect with 'em
Pro ballin' regulation Spaldin', Wilson, y'all some Nerf niggas
You play that game 'round here, you might get hurt nigga
The south still got somethin' say, Jet Life all day
Self-made millionaire, I done that shit my own way
Life behind a mask, have the cars there when we land
Slidin' with my H-Town podna, we in the slab
Studio later on, that's millionaires in the lab
Watch costs a car, the car costs a house
Changin' lives off of rap but it's bigger than that
Recalibrate and then attack 'cause the game changed so fast
I think about my young homie, he be out on the ave
He's super talented but he so in love with the streets
I swear it make me sad
I tell him 'bout that shit like every chance I have
But I respect it, he a young boss and he in his bag
I hope the industry recognizes a superstar flashin' and he leave that life in the past
Put all his homies on so they don't crash
Invest that money smart and make it last
Roll somethin' fat, now watch his empire expand
(That's my man)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
We smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it
Hittin' switches on Chef Highway dippin'
Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round your niggas
That shit there hella suspicious
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Brin' me by my LA woman, she got the gas
Slidin' with my H-Town podna, we in a slab
By my Miami bitch, she got the fake ass
But she make real cash in a flash
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
We smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
Jet Life, Jet Life
Yeah, yeah Eastside, on mind, it's like every time
Several lowriders outside in a line
Tryin' to pick one to drive, can't decide
Roll a joint, get high, make up my mind
Yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
We should-uh (Black Metaphor)
Watchin' the waves crash
Jammin' to my podna Ohgeesy, he make them slaps
Over by my LA woman, she got the gas, exotic turkey bags
She f*ck with me 'cause I dress good and I make her laugh
She ain't even know how good she had it until I smashed
I ain't been gone five minutes, she wanna know if I'm comin' back
Tryin' to lure me there with pictures of her wearin' somethin' skimpy
But I won't let her get me, only that money could tempt me
Gotta be about them Benji's, only millie's worth my energy
While my bro keep his eyes peeled for the enemies
Gray sweats, white Air Max, Penny's first edition
Vintage Magic satin Starter jacket go perfect with 'em
Pro ballin' regulation Spaldin', Wilson, y'all some Nerf niggas
You play that game 'round here, you might get hurt nigga
The south still got somethin' say, Jet Life all day
Self-made millionaire, I done that shit my own way
Life behind a mask, have the cars there when we land
Slidin' with my H-Town podna, we in the slab
Studio later on, that's millionaires in the lab
Watch costs a car, the car costs a house
Changin' lives off of rap but it's bigger than that
Recalibrate and then attack 'cause the game changed so fast
I think about my young homie, he be out on the ave
He's super talented but he so in love with the streets
I swear it make me sad
I tell him 'bout that shit like every chance I have
But I respect it, he a young boss and he in his bag
I hope the industry recognizes a superstar flashin' and he leave that life in the past
Put all his homies on so they don't crash
Invest that money smart and make it last
Roll somethin' fat, now watch his empire expand
(That's my man)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
We smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it
Hittin' switches on Chef Highway dippin'
Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round your niggas
That shit there hella suspicious
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Brin' me by my LA woman, she got the gas
Slidin' with my H-Town podna, we in a slab
By my Miami bitch, she got the fake ass
But she make real cash in a flash
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
We smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby
Jet Life, Jet Life
Yeah, yeah Eastside, on mind, it's like every time
Several lowriders outside in a line
Tryin' to pick one to drive, can't decide
Roll a joint, get high, make up my mind
Yeah
Writer: Shante Scott Franklin
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC