Fuck around and lay around
Yeah
I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too
You guys know who I'm talkin' to
Those
Yeah
I'm talkin' to
Take this opportunity to roll up
Get your grinders
Yeah, yeah
Fuck around and lay around
Locate your lighters
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me tell you something
Uh
Laced David Robinson's, Wally moccasins
Matte black paint, polished rims
The fuck you said? I ain't hear it clear
Too much money talking in my ear
The end result of two albums in one year
Blood, sweat, and gears, life in between the racing stripes
We break day every night
Alternative lifestyle, I ain't looking for a pussy, boy
This trill jet shit, just enjoy
That's yo wifey but she's still a Jet miss (Fuck around and lay around)
Give her directions to the telly and a checklist
Arriving shortly with the items I requested (I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too)
Reinforced the frame with that jive nigga repellant (You guys know who I'm talkin' to)
My new plane, maintain the smoke
Let you take a couple grams home if you my folk
Eyeball you a lil' something, I ain't the weed man though
But if you give me fifteen minutes, I'll call my folks, he'll be at the door
Connectin' four marine batteries on one side of the trunk
To go with them other four batteries that's powering the pumps (Fuck around and lay around)
It's the juice in them cylinders that make the Chevy jump
You already know, I ain't gotta tell you 'bout it, partner
Your bitch stay talkin' and you steady eavesdroppin' (Let me tell you something)
Rolling trees [?] do something for you
No matter what you be goin' through
Uh, ayy
Execution flow, ten thousand grams of potassium
Streets, I roam, mama praying like the Vatican
My life feels like treadin' water in the ocean, who's panickin'?
I'm dope, sudden move is drug traffickin' (Fuck around and lay around)
Tell I'm gettin' dough, I'm getting fat again
What I'd do to hear my loved ones laugh again
Say, love, go and give me your math again
Got a movie later on you'll be actin' in (Let me tell you something)
Life is like free throws, some things you gon' miss, some things you make
Don't rush, don't wait
I call pape' time travel machine
It can get you there faster, but it can't wake a permanent sleep
I'd never compromise my fresh
Smoke kush, not sess
Why cry? I'm blessed
I'll lend you the bail out
The ones I call my Tank Dogs in the jail house
Jets smoking in the club on tour (Fuck around and lay around)
Born in New Orleans, all new friends, bonjour
I'm je m'appelle International Jones
And Louis scarf down the west smoking one with the homies
Walls full of vinyl, all bars are final
Life of Richie Rich, first name not Lionel
International Jones
Curren$y the Spitta
Alchemist my nigga
Italian life, go figure (Fuck around and lay around)
