On A Jet Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
Top

[Chorus]
Million dollars flying in on a jet, huh
When it land, gotta put it in the bag
Young man, I done made it out the set
I done walked out the cell, I’m the man
Bad b!tches coming in, having s*x
Got a brand-new collar on my toe, no tag
Bae, I ain’t coming in, no rest
Gotta make the money back ’cause I spend it real fast

[Post-Chorus]
Trapping, this business is real incorporated
Chasing, I get it and I just jumped up out a cab
And I’m ready to blow it like I’m a b0mb, tick, tick
I’m ahead of my business, so I ain’t worried ’bout a tab
I ain’t worried ’bout none of these petty bums, I’m rich
Do whatever I want in this b!tch, I paid off the staff
I been thanking the Lord because I come from the bricks
I been cooking and whipping this s*it, I’m staying in the lab

[Verse]
Top, tell me, who is you, baby?
Travel ’round the world with a rag on the strap, woah
Two twenty-five
Brand-new ride, it got noon on the dash (Okay)
Gone for a while now, you see
I done came out a cell and I’m real, real mad, woah
Real big spill on the scene
Take advantage of the time, time to fill up the bag in there (Oh-woah)
Got a problem with lil’ shawty tryna see me, yeah
I been seeing real clear up in 3D, yeah
I been trapping out the back of the building
Should understand if you with me, they was tryna get rid of me
High, holding on the yeah in the B (In the B)

Make a hater do a flip, don’t trip (I’ma send it)
I just gotta get my head out the streets
Big boss, n!gga, you’ll catch me in the VIP (Hmm)
MVP, I’m VIP
B-I-G, n!gga, BOP
Big ol’ player with these diamonds up in layers (Hmm)
Real far from phony, know she want me, I can tell
Stand on top the business, I just came from a cell
N!gga, I’m a pack, I’m a real big sale
Hit her from the back, I’m a bad b!tch slayer
Run up, get whacked, now the n!gga can’t tell
They ain’t gotta give a chance, I’ma take it this time
Pu*sy n!gga get splashed, I’m a real big slime
I ain’t worried ’bout her flirting ’cause the baby ain’t mine
I was winning real early, I’m just getting in my prime
I just ran up a thirty with a thirty on the 9
Bro just flew another million on a jet in the sky
In a hurry, he get back, put the thirty on his mind
Ain’t no playing with the 5, we gon’ hit him with the fire
Velveeta, who is I?
B!tch, I’m Slimeto and I look like Vito
Don’t play with me, knock the cheese out your Cheeto
I want that money real fast, finito
And plus my big brother just beat him a RICO
Now find me a bad b!tch in hay just like needle
Diamonds gon’ hit like they come from the sky
Loving this ho, now we finna have a child

[Chorus]
Million dollars flying in on a jet
When it land, gotta put it in the bag
Young man, I done made it out the set
I just walked out the cell, I’m the man
Bad b!tches coming in, having s*x
Got a brand-new collar on my toe, no tag
Bae, I ain’t coming in, no rest
Gotta make the money back ’cause I spend it real fast

[Post-Chorus]
Trapping, this business is real incorporated
Chasing, I get it and I just jumped up out a cab
And I’m ready to blow it like I’m a b0mb, tick, tick
I’m ahead of my business, so I ain’t worried ’bout a tab
I ain’t worried ’bout none of these petty bums, I’m rich
Do whatever I want in this b!tch, I paid off the staff
I been thanking the Lord because I come from the bricks
I been cooking and whipping this s*it, I’m staying in the lab