[Intro: Curren$y]

Yeah, Jets, put a 'X' in the middle

Ruby Hornet, dot com

Everything I drop is the bomb, yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Found my morning in the bottom of a bottle of Don Perignon and

Weed and toothpaste on her breath as she stretch and yawnin

My Polo pillowcase has got her eyeliner on it

I'm high at the moment and everyone came before it

I know a pretty LA girl who licensed to grow it

Sent to me from a dispensary

Jets in the club, fool, it ain't a mystery

Middle of July, Spitta lighting up Christmas tree

Supervillain style, disappearin in a smokescreen

Really a good guy, you'll see if you get close to me

We so slanted eyed, people thinkin we both Chinese

Probably woulda never said nothin, glad that she came and spoke to me

Woulda missed out on somethin that was good so appropritaely

Destination the moon, that's if you tryna go wit me

You a fly girl, so I'll put you where you supposed to be

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Yeah, now where we goin, baby?

Got my windows down, sun roof open, baby

I ain't stingy with my trees, you can keep on rolling, baby

This that rapper weed though, be careful how you smoke it, baby, yeah

I told ya, now ya chokin' baby

Got it from my partner he stay out there in East Oakland, baby

I ain't stingy with my trees, you can keep on rolling, baby

This that rapper weed though, be careful how ya smoke it, baby

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Purple hazed and confused

The girls like Spitta, he always in the mood

Pothead, might be too high to come and scoop

But if you get a ride to my place, a second I will not waste

Put my hands on yo waist, though yo face pretty

We gon have to put it in a pillow for me to get busy

Hurt for a minute, deal wit it, you’ll like it

I’ll roll that pain killer medicinal, when we finished we’ll light it

Call ya girlfriend, tell her in bed, I'm a animal

MacGyver smoker, I build a bong out a cantelope

Bose system playin' Copa Cabana by Barry Manilow

The captain of the Jets, bitch where can’t I go?

Burn it down til it ain’t no mo

Unlimited stock so that stoppin ain’t gon happen no

Roll another one and letcha keep it, smoke and reminisce

About the bomb ass rapper, and his bomb ass reefer

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Yeah, now where we goin baby?

Got my windows down, sun roof open, baby

I ain't stingy with my trees, you can keep on rolling, baby

This that rapper weed though, be careful how you smoke it, baby

Yeah, I told ya, now ya choking, baby

Got it from my partner he stay out there in East Oakland, baby

I ain't stingy with my trees, you can keep on rolling, baby

This that rapper weed though, be careful how ya smoke it, baby

[Outro: Curren$y]

Jets, nigga, now where haven’t we

They look up to the Jets, nigga, now where haven’t we

They look up to the Jets, nigga, now where haven’t we

Fuck boys wondering if they bitch next

And she is