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Forever

Curren$y
Yeah...
La-da-da...
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life...
Jet Life, nigga, yeah
This that
Treadmill in front the window
Lookin' out over the skyline while you get your morning jog in
You know what I'm sayin'? (La-da-da...)
Then smokin' a joint in a robe type shit, yeah, yeah, uh

Look at these gold Bapes move at a hustler's pace
My bitch got style and grace, match when we go on dates
Out the country or in the States, stunt either way
Never dream 'bout gettin' paid, wide awake and making plays
All day, every day, tennis bracelets, sparkling water, Perrier
Rapid fire, Russian K's, how quick I think of shit to say
Like an instruction manual on how to increase your value
You know a player stay dipped, drippin' 'isms all over the place
Flows as vintage as the frames on my face
Hold it together like stitches
Don't fall apart front them critics
They only watchin' you 'cause they waitin' for you to flop, bruh
I show 'em different
So much colder than 'em
Tried to check my appearance and seen a frozen image in the mirror
That ain't no filter, that's real icicles in that picture, my nigga
Baby girl, you gotta level up 'fore I can kick it with you
We could be friends forever if we make M's together, yeah
We could be friends forever if we make M's together, yeah
We could be friends forever if we make M's together, girl, yeah
We could be friends forever if we make M's together, yeah

We gon' have to send some of this shit to Statik
Right when you pour you another mimosa
This that feeling
Oh Statik, I got somethin' you need to get with, G
La-da-da...