Artist: Curren$y
Album:  Weekend at Burnie's (Mixtape)
Song:   JLC
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

Through text message we plot to take over
Can't talk out loud round these chauffeurs
Way on the outskirts we have slick meetings
Looking over our shoulders
Motherfuckin lip readers just wanna know what I told ya
What I rolled ya
Wake up and smell the Folgers
Crystals on my dolger
The bitches on your posters
Really coming over
Feelin that jet livin
Dozin off on suede sofas
Waking up to mimosas
Joy rides at high price rollsters
Ma side, east life, keep them trees rolling
Hundred dollar bills folding
Fools counting on me to fuck up
I'm counting up that money as it's pouring in
Jets nigga
You know it's them
Losing to me for you would be a win
Jets nigga
You know it's them
Losing to me for you would be a win
I had to say that again

Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
Mother fuckers better meet my demand list
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
First start of the business get the fam rich

I'm laid back chillin, posted
Living like a villain mostly
Coast to coast G
Rap hustlin, smokin
Allowed places you not allowed to go in
The beats bitch niggas is scared of
I goes in
So King Kong
Go head with that Felicia ass crack
What he smokin on
Personal
This mine, it won't work for you
Yo whole clique in trouble need a focus group
Learn you on how to earn
But you uncoachable
What you want me to do
Fall back like the top on that
And a half a joint pimpin I'm high

Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
Niggas better meet my demand list