nothing Jet speed jet motors like it ain't nothing Cash money young money Blowing burning hundreds She like the money with the power Flyer than ever the rose pedal with the flower Walking
An' then we'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land We'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll
t care Step up in this motherfucker just a swangin' my hair Bitch quit talkin', crip walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr.
got slapped and didn't scrap 'Cuz you know what motherfuckers like you do wit' nigga's on the set Finish fuckin' face and leave ya clean cut shirt wet, and jet
in the basement like a cellar Well uh, pipe down like draino Just roll into a ball like kano Cause they know, I'll die on these tracks chasing perfection like a rainbow Walking
Hate) [Soulja Boy] I'm in the Limbo White wit the doors up (Ah) Chain full of snow yeah that bitch froze up (Damn) Sitting in a vet (Vet) Gucci bandana (dana) G4 jet (Jet
will please ya And I'll never let your belly get empty Even when your belly's full you're still sexy We can ride speed boats, we can ride jet skis I
Montage chillin, life on a jet-ski Haters left I like Leslie N-gga ball hard, never been to the SB's But now you walk alone, no holding hands Just wishing
her mom in Bank America I'm wit my son cashin' the check So I asked outta respect Would she like to explore the world or buy ? We can fly in my jet
' bun's Plus I'm do' low at a table, I'm with this chick With a phat body and the ring up in her navel Dances around, she struts with the walk Touches
round here, f***in' up the game Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain You playin', I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn' Rob a store 'fore you walk
'em down open up shop shit Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they could cop shit First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit Star-bound, money now, for jet
than me boy I can't complain boy don't say my name boy I'm like a run away slave I'm off the chain boy I'm bout' to jet boy straight flex boy I'm about
my dick an' make it bigger As I walk into the party, I grab my goatin' ass You see him an' you love him, here you go, hoe, hug him Walkin' around here
more money than Latrell, who else? They don't know you, think they know you too well, you jell Like Flubber, I hover above the city in a private jet,
shit like little children When I ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building 'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores Jet-skiin
I called his bluff And as the battle began, his rhymes got weaker You couldn't even hear his voice come out the speaker And as he started to get ignored The party people turned and walked
