Jet 144

(Lil Veza on the track, run that shit back)
[Verse 1: LIL DOZY]
Nothin' about that, uh
Fuckin' that bih from the back, uh
Goin' to the club
Throwin' some racks
You know I'm countin' these stacks, yeah
I'm ballin' like Shaq
Goin' to the club
Yo bitch has a fat ass
You know I'm gonna attack
Wit the boys and the macs
You know I be wit my racks
You know that's a fact, yeah
I got my Gucci hat
My pockets, they are so fat
Throwin' shade, yeah
Bitch, I'm up to bat
Boy you ain't gettin' no cat
Yeah, that's a fact

[Chorus: LIL DOZY]
Jet one forty-four
Goin' to the store
Boy you so poor
You pullin' up in a Accord
Jet one forty-four
You startin' a war
Killin' you in the core
And yo bitch is gonna adore
Jet one forty-four
Goin' to the store
Boy you so poor
You pullin' up in a Accord
Jet one forty-four
You startin' a war
Killin' you in the core
And yo bitch is gonna adore

[Verse 2: Lil Veza]
These bitches really can't stop it
I got the profit, all in my pocket
I'm goin' up like a rocket
I got the optics, I got the eye, no socket
I'm playin' ball, boutta pop it
I got the top, boutta drop it
I'm boutta cop it
My beats are knockin'
I'm boutta lock it
I'm boutta chop it
I'm makin' pop hits

[Verse 3: LIL DOZY]
Spent like fourteen hundred for my shoes
Then I bought ten pair for my whole crew
When I get money
It really changes my mood
No steak upon my plate
I only eat that fish food
I'm on a mission to the loot
Who the fuck are you?
Every time I hit the folks
They gonna shoot
Steppin' on competition
Gotta change my shoes (Oo)
My music blows through the roof (Yeah)
You know I wear them boots, yeah
Wit Balenci and the Pradas at my shoes

[Chorus: LIL DOZY]
Jet one forty-four
Goin' to the store
Boy you so poor
You pullin' up in a Accord
Jet one forty-four
You startin' a war
Killin' you in the core
And yo bitch is gonna adore
Jet one forty-four
Goin' to the store
Boy you so poor
You pullin' up in a Accord
Jet one forty-four
You startin' a war
Killin' you in the core
And yo bitch is gonna adore