Lyrics:

We blessed to be here
It's a blessing for you to be here with us
MMG shit, Jet Life, BOA, fuck y'all
What it look like?
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah
For the occasion, paper planes
Uh, look, what it look like?
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uh

Look, now roll my J tight, ha
You know what they like, yeah
Yeah, uh
Paris SBs make these niggas catch seizures
Foam game shittin' on Irish Springs and Lever
Ha, I'm more cleaver, clever
Weather any weather, nobody doin' it better, ha
Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket, I'm Gilligan
Ain't no Skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair
My real estate sweet, yeah, gingerbread
Probably seen me and her boss, probably in the feds
Double MG forever though
Money got me pullin' strings, I got that Geppetto dough
Always in them better clothes, I be with them better hoes
No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose
Meanin' aroused, I'm sorry, I'm not too good with vowels
I got a thousand bitches, I'm not too good with vowels
Me and Spitta Ferrari, brand new Tiffanys on me
Done fucked with PBS but man I'm addicted to Barneys
That's G shit, I be bumpin' fiend shit
And I'm on a roll, you would think they givin' me a X, huh
Wordplay like a motherfucker
I'm Durant at the Rucker, your woman's a perfect jumper
Wetter than a swish and I never miss
Get her out her delicates and I ain't gotta tell her shit
Put it on whatever bitch, me and Spitta highest shit
Rex Ryan on these hoes, Jet Life forever, bitch
Look, what it look like?
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uh

Look, now roll my J tight, ha
You know what they like, yeah
(Let me find my lighter)
Yeah, uh (Young Rob, skydiver)
Uh, the engine in back of my car
I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dawg
Mainstream cheese but I ain't actin' like y'all
Rappin' that garbage, attractin' maggots
I'm in Dulles waitin' on luggage, luxury baggage
Four door carriage with the V8 S badges
I'm in the mirror of the Panamera
Lookin' at them haters crammed in the Dodge Stratus
Can't keep up, get your liters in order
4.8, Interior custom, leather suede borders
Not mine, I'm with Wale, I'm just a tourist on the set
Lookin' for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
I get mine and I bounce like a bad check
You smell an ounce, I ain't even in your house yet
We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out
After your hoes leave the Jets hangout
Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out
But I'm in every real nigga Cutlass
In the parking lot of the Wingstop bumpin'
So fuck it, I'm platinum in the streets
I never gave a fuck and that's what they love
She just wan' fuck, homie just wan' hug
Rappin' roulette, this life is a drug
And baby girl can't get enough, fill her up
Look, what it look like?
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uh

Look, now roll my J tight, ha
You know what they like, yeah
Yeah, uh
Look, what it look like?
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uh

Look, now roll my J tight, ha
You know what they like, yeah
Yeah, uh