Ordinary

Lyrics

[Chorus] Now all I want is paper, fuck the fame The way these rappers act Imma bust one of they brain I'm a hustle machine, I could make money out anything And if you like me, then let me hear you repeat We ain't on that ordinary shit No we ain't on that ordinary shit Its Jet Life til' the world end, nigga And Jet Life make the world spin, nigga [Verse 1] One things for sure when them hoes see that ice It ain't no question 'bout it they fuckin' on sight I'm a paid nigga baby, watch how you talk I don't give a fuck how good you look I'll make you walk, for real Niggas slowed down on selling that coke 'Cause the laws ain't playing with they ass no mo' You gotta have street smarts if you wanna be a young baller Shop open I'm taking orders I'm the Backwoods smokin' nigga Sometimes promethazine sipper Low key fell in love with strippers Highly doubt you could fuck with me What's on my left wrist cost 50 Penthouse so high make me dizzy A all time favorite in my city Gotta stay alert 'cause shit get crazy in my city Stick and move, it's what I do When I get full of that Hennessy I act a fool Let you bitch slip up really think she won't Imma get that head out her and bring her back home Nigga wrist full of stones, my Air Force 1s say VLONE The unordinary shit I be on [Chorus] Now all I want is paper, fuck the fame The way these rappers act Imma bust one of they brain I'm a hustle machine, I could make money out anything And if you like me, then let me hear you repeat We ain't on that ordinary shit No we ain't on that ordinary shit Its Jet Life til' the world end, nigga And Jet Life make the world spin, nigga [Verse 2] I got the game on lock now, my name steady gettin' hot now Me Calvin and jewelry some thots ma Ran through all them hoes, that's the reason why these niggas so drove Yo' face show it and you can't control it Man thats fucked up My daddy time gettin' short now niggas wan' rep Where the fuck y'all was the first 4 years he left? Huh, I'm just sayin' Guess I just had to wait for Spitta plane to land It's own now, T.Y. pull up on chrome now I don't need a nigga to feed me, 'cause Imma eat Imma young go getter, finger on the trigger Nothing like these average ass ordinary niggas [Chorus] Now all I want is paper, fuck the fame The way these rappers act Imma bust one of they brain I'm a hustle machine, I could make money out anything And if you like me, then let me hear you repeat We ain't on that ordinary shit No we ain't on that ordinary shit Its Jet Life til' the world end, nigga And Jet Life make the world spin, belee dat