The Jet-Sons lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Bet you never met a n*gga like me
Spitta came for the Nike's, these checks written off
Payed to the order of, he who resides in the high-rises
Above the city of crime, our music changin' their minds
Opening eyes, you witness history
I am the epitome, of a n*gga doin' what he please and getting cheese simultaneously
Their flows ain't as craze as these
I got a million of 'em, bet you out there, get the crowd moving with any of them
Got them going, got 'em coming
Spitta revolving. don't go around, merry-go
Suckas marry hoes, and try to turn them into housewives
After the show, she into telling with us, she's surprised

[Hook: Jean LePhare & Dee-Low]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-nig-n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-nig-n*gga get your swag right

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Gorilla in the mist, still on my Bape sh*t
Play with hoes in my Playcloths, shout out to the Clipse
Stroll through the mall, stop for some chicks, took a couple pics
Asked what's the same ole' sh*t
Oh so, play them old whips, you know how I roll
Chevy so fast, shawty's scared, ridin shotgun with her eyes closed
n*ggas know I buy O's, like I'm on the Wheel of Fortune
Hope you get it, won't be too surprised if you didn't
Have to take a second listen, be my guest I ain't trippin
Women tell me you ain't like the other rappers, you different
Cause I don't put on a front, I put on for my city
I put my n*ggas on, and I put them on some bad b*tches, yeah!
[Hook: Jean LePhare & Dee-Low]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-nig-n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-nig-n*gga get your swag right

[Verse 3: Dee-Low]
You know how it go down when I come in this b*tch, ya heard me
Walk like a pimp, n*gga talk real dirty
Ladies love my boy like I'ma prince or something
So I just chill back and play with their tits or somethin'
They don't mind, they be like "Go, Dee-Low!"
After the show, they like "Can we come, Dee-Low?"
Nah give me your digits and I'll give you a call
You know I'm all booked up, sorry ho
What do you expect, I'ma pimp, a balla' ho
You see the crew, you see the bong, you see the plane color floor
J-j-just watch us, I glow
If you Dee to the Low, me and Spitta bout to take a trip to Tokyo

[Hook: Jean LePhare & Dee-Low]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-nig-n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, n*gga-nig-n*gga get your swag right