[Intro: Wale]
We blessed to be here
It's a blessing for you to be here with us

MMG %#@!, Jet Life, BOA, $#&@ y'all
What it look like
My ^!$$%s fly ^!$$%s, this is Jet Life

For the occasion, paper planes

[Hook: Wale]

Look, what it look like
My ^!$$%s fly ^!$$%s, this is Jet Life
Yea!


Look, now roll my J tight
...what they like

Yea! Yea!

[Verse 1: Wale]

Paris SB's make these ^!$$%s catch seizures
Foam game %#@!ting on Irish Springs and Lever
Ha! I'm more cleaver, clever

Weather any weather, nobody doing it better
Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket I'm Gilligan
Ain't no Skipper but all my (*##$es is Ginger hair

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
? meaner bars probably in the feds
Double M G forever though

Money got me pulling strings, I got that Geppetto dough
Always in them better clothes, I be with them better hoes
No bull%#@!, every shy (*##$ can get a rose

Meaning aroused, I'm sorry I'm not too good with vowels
I got a thousand (*##$es, I'm not too good with vows
We in Spitta Ferrari, brand new Tiffanys on me

The $#&@ what PBS premiering, I'm addicted to Barney's
That's G %#@!, I be bumping fiend %#@!
And I'm on a roll, you would think they giving me a X

Wordplay like a mu$#&@er
I'm Durant at the Rucker, your woman's a perfect jumper
Wetter than a swish and I never miss

Get her at her delicates and I ain't gotta tell her %#@!
Put it on whatever (*##$, me and Spitta high as %#@!
Rex Ryan on these hoes, Jet Life forever (*##$


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Curren$y]
The engine in back of my car
I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

Mainstream cheese but I ain't acting like y'all
Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots
I'm in Douglas waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Four door carriage with the V8 S badges
I'm in the mirror of the Panamera
Looking 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

Looking for dangerously hot (*##$es and safe sex
I get mine and I bounce like a bad check
You smell the ounce, I ain't even in ya 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 ^!$$% Cutlass in the parking lot of the Wing Stop bumping
So $#&@ it, I'm platinum in the streets
I never gave a $#&@ and that's what they love

She just wanna $#&@, homie just want her
Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
And baby girl can't get enough - fill her up


[Hook x2]