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[Intro]
Yeah
You can let it run through the break too
After the verse, Sean
Uh
Jets n*gga where haven't we—
Jets n*gga where haven't we—
Uh

[Verse]
We don't care if your club full of b*tches
We will not be in it, unless we smoking weed in it
And this is not a secret, what you see is what you get
Would have told you before, but the sativa made me forget
I just got a lump sum, what I'm 'bout to go get
Maybe a couple Porshces
Big ass crib with the front and the rear porches
n*ggas act like their hands glued to the torches
Don't want to pass it
Gotta grab it 'fore someone let you have it
Dammit, the vibes are global domination, plan quick
Kill off n*ggas who can't spit, rely on ghost writers
Invisible lines remind me of my Stan Smiths
Burbank airport just landed
Seconds later scooped up by a bad b*tch
The carry-on don didn't check baggage
I carry on strong for the Jets, I'm a captain
n*ggas can't fly with the fake boarding passes
Thirsty ass b*tches shaking asses
Looking for them millionaires, like trying to find her Louis glasses
b*tch please, twist the trees
Get high, give the pus*y up, then leave
Yeah
[Outro]
Yeah
That's all love
But don't stop recording
Cause I think
This would be a good time to tell them
Since Rome wanted me to tell ya'll, this the last tape
Findot dot dot
Yup
Download me aight