Money Machine

Jet life jet life Roll one up for the haters I'm just counting my paper Tony said Frank wouldn't last Now Frank warmin' upstairs packin' bags Survival of the fittest A sponsor no longer living Plight of these kept ass bitches When the dreams all ended and the bars slam Cast your clothes Welcome to the school of hard knocks You ain't know you was enrolled? Cold I know What's colder is these streets when your name no longer hot You feel me Seen niggas and bitches go through a dope game And the music lifestyle hard to attain But it's easy to get used to it Try to maintain Under pressure only few do it And that's what inspires you to try The gleam in your eye Manifested in your mind Then you start your climb Rememberin' whoever you step onto to come up You may meet them another time Fuck 'em, no If the foot was in the other shoe Them niggas would stand on you To get a better view, tellin' you the truth While takin' them to school Fools don't think how I think Can't see these lines Like I'm scribblin' invisible ink in these tablets Jet life commandments Though shall not rest until I make my whole fam rich f******u take me for? One of them sucker niggas Who forget to set when he blow Never that JLR we'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow Lighters and opium in my cars And no way am I playin' with y'all When I say I'm so high if I was to trip and fall I'd land on Mars But don't mistake my highness for blindness Giving me them fake smiles I know whats behind them I swim with the sharks everyday You backstroking with the guppies Supposedly big dawgs get chopped down to puppy size Utterly euthanized by these flows I been craftin' Secretly in my labyrinth Sleepin' on a charred mattress Night so hot Get that girl to the pool before she pass out Livin' in a lambo New Ferrari underneath the car put my land show If I'm into your part of reserve me some weather park I'm not sure what you thought Fuck pullin' off onto my lot Got twenty minutes free How bout a fast brunch Pitch me whatever proposals you want No promises though I got a lot on my plate No ham omelets I'm on my conglomerate Word to the kid willing to fly Always on top of shit really Jet life jet life Write my way to a million looking out the planes windows Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper Talking captivating the digits When my skydiving the cut --- Money Machine - Curren$y