The Jet-Sons lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Bet you never met a n*gga like me
Spitta came for the Nikes, checks written out
Payed to the order of, he who resides in the high-rise
Above the city of crime, our music changin' their minds
Opening eyes, you witness history
I am the epitome, of a n*gga doin' what he please
And getting cheese simultaneously, their flows ain't as craze as these
I got a million of 'em, bet you I could get the crowd—
Moving with any of them, got 'em going, got 'em coming
Still a revolving door, goin' 'round, merry-go
Suckas marry hoes, and try to turn them into housewives
After the show, she in the telly with us, she's surprised

[Chorus: Jean LePhare & Dee-Low]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, n*gga, get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-nig-n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-nig-n*gga get your swag right

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Gorilla in the mist, still on my Bape sh*t
Play with hoes in my Playcloths, shout out to the Clipse
Stroll through the mall, stop for some chicks, took a couple flicks
S-O-S, the same ole' sh*t
Old soul, play them old whips, you know how I roll
Chevy so fast, shawty scared, riding shotgun with her eyes closed
n*ggas know I buy O's, like I'm on the Wheel of Fortune
Hope you get it, won't be too surprised if you didn't
Have to take a second listen, be my guest, I ain't trippin'
Women tell me, you ain't like the other rappers, you different
Cause I don't put on a front, I put on for my city
I put my n*ggas on, and I put them on some bad b*tches, yeah
[Hook: Jean LePhare & Dee-Low]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-nig-n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-nig-n*gga get your swag right

[Verse 3: Dee-Low]
You know how it go down when I come in this b*tch, ya heard me
Walk like a pimp, n*gga talk real dirty
Ladies lovin' the boy, like I'ma Prince or somethin'
So I just chill back, and play with their tits or somethin'
They don't mind, they be like "Go, Dee-Low!"
After the show, they like "Can we come, Dee-Low?"
Nah give me your digits, and I'll give you a call
You know I'm all booked up, sorry ho
What you expect, I'ma pimp, a baller, ho
You see the crew, you see the car, you see the bling colorful
J-j-just watch how it glow, it be Dee to the Low
Me and Spitta 'bout to take a trip to Tokyo

[Chorus: Jean LePhare & Dee-Low]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-nig-n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-nig-n*gga get your swag right