Jet Speed lyrics

by

Money Man


[Chorus]
Police, they tryna arrest me (CorMill)
Baby she tryna caress me
Whippin' this Charger with jet speed
My money tall just like Leslie, Lisa
I get them racks off a Visa
I put her on game, I'm a teacher
I'm selling these bags out a CPN home
Talking to plug on a blockchain phone
Come f*ck me now, bae, it's been too long
Love it when you got no makeup on
Drum on that AR, that b*tch hold sixty
Citibank card, I just made a whole fifty
Feelin' on her ass, I hope she ain't offended
Never tellin' on my dogs or co-defendants

[Verse]
Never trust a n*gga who be lyin' a lot
AR-9 came with the red dot
I got fifty growers in a headlock
Before I made this song, I mailed some strains out
Firearms in every room in the crib
Lemon cherry, GDP inside the fridge
Stayin' low, you know I'm living off the grid
One thing I could never do is tell a fib
Oh, wow
Keep it real, is you down?
We don't even f*ck around
Glocks layin' all around
We'll gun a n*gga down
We'll walk a n*gga down
You ain't gotta count me down
Havin' ammo, havin' rounds
Shorty got a n*gga aroused
Yeah, paranoid at the house, yeah
Blicked up while I'm at Sprouts, yeah
Clutchin' while I'm on the couch, yeah
Baby, come and use your mouth on me
Police really got it out for me
I don't even know why
n*gga try, he gon' die
I ain't tellin' no lies
[Chorus]
Police, they tryna arrest me
Baby she tryna caress me
Whippin' this Charger with jet speed
My money tall just like Leslie, Lisa
I get them racks off a Visa
I put her on game, I'm a teacher
I'm selling these bags out a CPN home
Talking to plug on a blockchain phone
Come f*ck me now, bae, it's been too long
Love it when you got no makeup on
Drum on that AR, that b*tch hold sixty
Citibank card, I just made a whole fifty
Feelin' on her ass, I hope she ain't offended
Never tellin' on my dogs or co-defendants
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