Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Jet Life, nigga, yeah)
Yeah

Traveled the world and the seven seas
Louis Trunk full of (la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da)
Turn it up a little bit for me
(La música de Harry Fraud)

Uh, traveled the world and the Seven Seas
Louis Trunk full of drip, couple pounds of weed
Get me through a few weeks
Met this one freak in a sports bar
Her uniform, booty shorts and a sports bra
Soon as she clocked out she hopped in my sports car
You lookin' for her she with me
We like ten floors above ya'll (ten floors above you)
All time, penthouse
Lyrics so descriptive
Views vivid 'cause you know I'd never spit it 'less I lived it, dig it?
I'm sittin' in that Chevy on a mission just dippin'
I seent a bad bitch I hit the switch now she gigglin'
But I can't stop gotta hit the lab and scrape the pots
Got it on open air market like "The Wire" so we get it on
All the fiends is bangin' it through their earphones
The closed minded need their art spoon fed to 'em
Bitch original and classy so she get flew in
Driveway full of classics pick one we could take a spin

Eastside
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Dig?

Said, I quit smokin' with haters
Let me try that again
Right quick

Uh, yeah
I quit smokin' with haters long time ago
New Mercedes with a ribbon on it for my mama though
Actually I been cold, bro, you just didn't know
Blindfold while I was on the rise without the local radio
Fuck it, I didn't need they support, the city showed up
I threw concerts and every ticket was bought
Champagne was uncorked
British luxury cars
I parked the R large beneath the carport
Baby hit the weed and dozed off
In a dream within a dream, she woke up still with a boss
Believe me I never hear them peasants 'cause their too far beneath me
Makin' it to this level, it wasn't easy
Dancin' with the devil to a disco beat
Long range game nigga, Pistol Pete
I can stop it right there and just let the beat breathe

Yeah
Yeah
Chevy's on switches, baby
We smokin' weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
Keep the E in it
Chevy's on switches, baby
We smokin' weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
But we can always kick it

(La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin