Now, where haven't we been? Yeah, ugh Jet Life, Jet Life, Je, Life Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life (Jets, nigga, now where haven't we been yet?) You should be rollin' up by now (Jets, nigga, now where haven't we been yet?) Bitches, they know the planes Go get your lighters, nigga White carpet in my Scarface house No undergarments on my Scarface spouse My Elvira twisting that reefer and delivering that dough To the front door like a pizza Carryin her own weight financially, she don't need me She just in love with a real nigga, continuously weeded At my undisclosed location My gross basis reading up on V-12 engines And the greatest strains this season And I grind for that very reason The toxic air that I'm breathing leave the average man weakened Watermarks still on the houses as I drive by 'em Crack the sunroof, let a cloud out it, trill shit Next time I vacate, I'm bringing all my cars on the plane with me Lord say the same We gon' make it, show our folks how to make them millions Grappling hooks, scaling the building Rap with no hooks, I'm high, how is you feelin? Captain Hook whilin' and sailin' Though no stealin', that shit hurt, I know the feeling These niggas'll borrow your style like you wasn't about to do nothing with it That's why I only kick it with real niggas like Dom Kennedy And people I ain't got to name 'cause they was probably here, gettin' high with me If y'all don't know where to put it at, then don't ride with it (Ugh) 'Cause they’ll try to lose you in the system for some weed in my city (Yeah) In the heart, ain't no love or no pity Looking for charity? That dog don't hunt, don't come in the woods with it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life (Yeah) You ain't gon' do a thing about it These bitches, they know the planes