Jetsons Lyrics

Turn me up

I'm in that Bentley truck

Yeah it feel like it's the Jetsons

I be flyin' way too reckless

come and kick it with me baby I could give you everything that you requested

I be counting up my money when I'm all alone I don't like flexing

Told you I don't like to flex

But I be counting up them checks

I be moving way too fast in a space coupe moving high tech

Outer space with my AP on a mission like its Star Trek

Feel like I'm a real star, I be rocking out like I'm Jeff Beck

Flying away on a rocket

I got money in my pocket

Bitch I'm a dog like I'm Astro

I'm in that mansion, I got it

Singing to you, I'm melodic

I make you sing like I'm Jet Scream you get with this laser you test me

You little niggas be zesty and you coming around you be pesky

Shorty said she wanna bless me everything that she do be the best thing

I'm kicking shit like I'm Messi with my brothers you know it's a blessing

The cops they tried to arrest me, but I'm flying away you can't catch me

Me and Harz been going too hard

Outer space, I'm living too far

Niggas cloning it's really bizarre

I'm too gone, like I hit the bar

Living legend like Kendrick Lamar

Yeah I really been doing it all

Rock a plain jane, had to turn that girl into my main thing

Niggas lame, talking bout the same thing

I'm too real I don't got time to play games

Got an image I'm trying to maintain

Tell these niggas stay up in they lane, lane

I know they trying to hurt me but I hope they know that I really don't feel pain

These niggas trying to be just like me and that shit is a real shame

Really I'm done

How I'm flying too high

This shit is fun

I be doin a lot

Doin' this shit, it ain't nun

Give it all that I got

You know I be putting em on yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Turn me up

I'm in that Bentley truck

Yeah it feel like it's the Jetsons

I be flyin' way too reckless

come and kick it with me baby I could give you everything that you requested

I be counting up my money when I'm all alone I don't like flexing

Ooh

I really be taking my time, no telling when I'ma be ready

You know that I stay with the sauce I'm not even talking spaghetti

I'm shooting, I'm scoring , I'm making them goals, I feel like I' messi

White fur on the balenci coat, I look like a yeti

I'm making these hits, without even trying I do this shit every day

This for all of you niggas if you don't make money, I can't even listen to what you say

I just be spending so much you would think I get shit on a layaway

I'm flying away on a rocket just so these lil niggas can stay away