Contacts

"You want a blow? "

"Are you going to leave? "

"Yup... I got to make a pick-up"

"Will you be back soon? Are you coming back soon Priest?"

Meeting of the Five families, brung a little jewelry through

Them niggas bring their hoes with em, they be staring at me

Baby that fool that you with don't compare him to me

We in the same business but them boys ain't up on they business

I'm a busy man and I own a couple businesses

Might could loan a business to my homie if he want it

But we all bosses and he got his own shit

Weed so strong you need a weight belt to hit it

I take that bitch mind like the hypnotist

Fuck her brains out she hit the mall and buy me shit

High as fuck, 'bout it, 'bout it

Brung her 'round some other girls, I got her tryin shit

The shy shell, she came right out of it

After we all came, I was counting again

Back at the money mountain, praying and plotting

On ways to get it all without them trying to stop it

No time for these bitches and they know that

Dollar signs in my eyes the money contacts

You could catch a contact high bitch how bomb am I?

Like the weed hit the music this how them G's ride... JET LIFE

Like the weed hit the music this how them G's ride... JET LIFE

You know how the game go, I be highed up up on the same ol'

Trademark AKA Flamingo

I still don't fuck with no lame hoes, make change when I change flows

Which hoes like I change clothes, I got dough but I want more

Same youngin from the corner store, tryna get it on the low

Jet life to the next life, that's the only thing I'm living for

Money over bitches, that's all this young nigga know

Slamming coupe doors, rolling on them 24s

Outfit was four G's, but I ain't stuntin whore please

Nothing flyer than the SV this JLR

And my SB's read FB, say no more

I been hustling, got 200 racks in the floor

With a hundred more in the armoire past the corridor

I'm stackin, when it comes to racks I tell em pour it on

All I see is dollars, it's only thing I'm focused on

Only mils can save me, I done reached a point of no return

Life

Niggas strong like a hundred proof liquor, an onion is a zipper

Ask around town we the niggas, the nigga nigga

Motivated by money you know the streets be dummy

Bet nobody gon' run me, don't end the permanent gumby

Paper still rap from the mud 'cause we've been dug it up

Buttons still spin on these cars, oh we just crushing her

Latest of the latest, you in the presence of greatness

For pussy he got pages, me I'm usually one they chasing

Break bread like white Jesus, on methadone, she need this

It was pounds of weed before your features

Ballies on my feet for the night's that it was all for the cheese

Impala on D's, Harbor Mall spending G's

By any means Fiend sheesh

Tree look purpish, gold links Turkish

We ain't at the Dart girl, but this babe know how to twerk it

And that thing with her tongue, she could probably join the circus

Dice hand, super swag, can't bitches serve it