🎵 The Jet Business // by Curren$y

8 ContributorsThe Jet Business Lyrics Jet misses don’t tell the Jet business. Curren$y is rapping over Beanie Sigel’s “It’s On” [Intro] Can't beat us join us, keep reefer on us Jet life Blow the smoke out in the club corner Watch the game with the team owners Yeah [Verse] Ever since you was a baby, I was the flow you looked up to The mobile over your crib, your playpen I'ma mogul, I can mold you into something, just say when Jets ain't fucking around, you can tell when the valet pull 'em toy- r-uses around Stashed a few dollars now the boy parking horses Stashed a few dollars it's affecting how I'm talking But not what I'm saying Okay man, scared the opposition: shitless at the weigh in When we showed up, pouring liquor for 'em, they already knew that they was dead men Spitta, Mr. Been-done-that, switched the style up, and let my mini-me's run that My money pile up, laughing at the homegirl, fell asleep counting up She a boss so she down with us Keep some bad bitches surrounding her, my homies be pounding 'em And that's cool, cause me and boo do the one-two every now and then But we gotta stay business, focus on grosses, never on these hoeses Jets up in motion, high rise, hideout looking down on the ocean, balcony back shots So good baby girl cried her eyes out, beautiful moments Want me to hold her when it's over, but I'm already going, that's what I told her She say my heart frozen, but bitch, you knew about the man before you chose him Big dog, Range-Rovin', roamin' Mob wives look the other way when daddy bring that dough in That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it Loose lips sink ships, pillow talk digs ditches for many niggas That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it (Jet misses don't tell the Jet business) (Jet Life til the—) Verde Terrace