Money Machine

Tony said Frank wouldn't last

Left Frank woman upstairs packing bags

Survival of the fittest

A sponsor no longer living

Play to these

Kept as bitches, when the dreams all ended

And the bar slammed, casket closed

Welcome to the school of hard knocks

You ain't know you was enrolled?

Cold I know

What's colder is these streets

When your name no longer hot, you feel me?

Seen **** and bitches go through a dope game

And the music lifestyle hard to attain

But it's easy to get used to it

Try to maintain

Under pressure, only few do it

And that's what inspires you to try

The gleam in your eye

Manifested in your mind

Then you start your climb

Remembering whoever you step on, to come up

You may me them another time, fuck 'em though

If the foot was in the other shoe

Them **** would stand on you

To get a better view

Telling you the truth

While taking them to school

Fools don't think how I think

Can't see these lines

Like I'm scribbling invisible ink in these tablets

Jet life commandments

Thou shall not rest until I make my whole fam rich

Fuck you take me for?

One of them sucker **** who forget to set when he blow?

Never that

JLR will have this whole world changed by tomorrow

Lighters and ozium in my car

In no way am I playing with y'all

When I say I'm so high if I was to trip and fall

I'd land on Mars

But don't mistake my kindness for blindness

Given me them fake smiles

I know what's behind them

I swim with the sharks everyday

You backstroking with the guppies

Supposedly big dogs get chopped

Down to puppy size, utterly euthanized

By these flows I been crafting

Secretly in my labyrinth

Sleeping on a charred mattress

Night so hot, get that girl to the pool before she pass out

Living in a limo

New Ferrari underneath the carport, my land show

Invite me to your party, reserve me somewhere to park

I'm not sure what you thought

Fuck pulling off onto my lot

Got twenty minutes free

How about a fast brunch?

Pitch me whatever proposals you want

No promises, though, I got a lot on my plate

No ham omelettes

I'm on my conglomerate

Word to the kid, Willie the fly

Always on top of shit

Really?

Ayo

Jet life, jet life

Write my way to a million, looking out the plane's windows

(Write my way to a million, looking out the plane's windows)

Write my way to a million, looking out the plane's windows

(Write my way to a million, looking out)

Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper

Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper

Talking calculating some digits

With my skydiving the cut