Don't miss this jet hoe. Don't miss this jet hoe. Don't miss this jet hoe. Don't miss this jet hoe. Talking jet life to the next life. Jet life to the next life.
I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear,. weed in my grinder, mine on a million. taylor gang on the planes, you know we over the building,.
Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we been yet?. Bitches, I taylor gang that. How fly. The backseat is for newborns. Homie, I'm grown. I'll hop in front.