Izaya Tiji - ​jet lag lyrics

Ooh, ooh ha

Yeah, why money make them so mad? (yeah)
Say, flex up in that Jag'
Yeah, I hope this Perc' gon' last
Yeah, money came in so fast,  yeah (O oh)
At first they say, "Oh damn" yeah
And nigga, come get your chain, yeah
And nigga,  come get your bitch, yeah

You kill that boy, don't diss
I said money come in, good riddance
Ballin', let's get rich, yeah
A couple bands for a feat, yeah
But that's not none of your business

They start hating when you get a bankroll
Okay, let's give that lil' boy a halo
Just shut the fuck up, boy, you runnin' slow
Okay, burner, burn him like a stove, uh huh
Bet you ain't hit for a pack, okay
The do you like that, okay
Thousand like a bitch, uh huh, DJ Phat
Uh huh these thots, so I can't, uh huh
Come step on that jet, uh huh
Ha, I'm just a lil jit, uh huh