Curren$y - Ventilation Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeh, Yeh, Yeh
YEAH!
Jet life, Jet Lifee, Jet Lifeee
Jet life, Jet Lifee, Jet Lifeee
You should be rolling up by now
Yeah, Jets nigga, where haven't we been yet?
Jet Life, Them bitches know the planes got it
Locate Your Lighters

[Verse: Curren$y]
Uh!
White carpet in my Scarface house
No undergarments on my Scarface spouse
My Elvira twisting reefer
And delivering that dough
To the front door
Like a pizza; carrying her own weight financially
She don't need me
She just in love with a real nigga;
Continuously weeding
At my undisclosed location
My gross space is reading up on vintage v12 engines,
And the greatest strains this season
And I grind for that very reason
The toxic air that I'm breathing
Will leave an 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
Lor' say the same
We gon' make it and show our folks how to make them millions
Grapplin' hooks
Scaling the building
Rap with no hooks
I'm high
How is you feeling?
Captain Hook
Wild'n and sailin
Though no stealing
That shit hurt; I know the feeling
These niggas will borrow yo style
Like you wasn't about to go 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 you don't know where to put it at
Then Don't ride With It
Cause they'll try to lose you in the system
For some weed in my city
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
Yeahhh...
Jet life, Jet Lifee, Jet Lifeee
Jet life, Jet Lifee, Jet Lifeee
Jet life, Jet Lifee, Jet Lifeee
Them bitches know the planes got it
Them bitches know the planes got it