Ordinary - T.Y.

Now all I want is paper, fuck the fame

The way these rappers act Imma bust one of they brain

I’m a hustle machine, I could make money out anything

And if you like me, then let me hear you repeat

We ain’t on that ordinary shit

No we ain’t on that ordinary shit

Its Jet Life til' the world end, nigga

And Jet Life make the world spin, nigga

One things for sure when them hoes see that ice

It ain’t no question 'bout it they fuckin' on sight

I’m a paid nigga baby, watch how you talk

I don’t give a fuck how good you look I’ll make you walk, for real

Niggas slowed down on selling that coke

'Cause the laws ain’t playing with they ass no mo'

You gotta have street smarts if you wanna be a young baller

Shop open I’m taking orders

I’m the Backwoods smokin' nigga

Sometimes promethazine sipper

Low key fell in love with strippers

Highly doubt you could fuck with me

What’s on my left wrist cost 50

Penthouse so high make me dizzy

A all time favorite in my city

Gotta stay alert 'cause shit get crazy in my city

Stick and move, it’s what I do

When I get full of that Hennessy I act a fool

Let you bitch slip up really think she won’t

Imma get that head out her and bring her back home

Nigga wrist full of stones, my Air Force 1s say VLONE

The unordinary shit I be on

Now all I want is paper, fuck the fame

The way these rappers act Imma bust one of they brain

I’m a hustle machine, I could make money out anything

And if you like me, then let me hear you repeat

We ain’t on that ordinary shit

No we ain’t on that ordinary shit

Its Jet Life til' the world end, nigga

And Jet Life make the world spin, nigga

I got the game on lock now, my name steady gettin' hot now

Me Calvin and jewelry some thots ma

Ran through all them hoes, that’s the reason why these niggas so drove

Yo' face show it and you can’t control it

Man thats fucked up

My daddy time gettin' short now niggas wan' rep

Where the fuck y’all was the first 4 years he left?

Huh, I’m just sayin'

Guess I just had to wait for Spitta plane to land

It’s own now, T.Y.

pull up on chrome now

I don’t need a nigga to feed me, 'cause Imma eat

Imma young go getter, finger on the trigger

Nothing like these average ass ordinary niggas

Now all I want is paper, fuck the fame

The way these rappers act Imma bust one of they brain

I’m a hustle machine, I could make money out anything

And if you like me, then let me hear you repeat

We ain’t on that ordinary shit

No we ain’t on that ordinary shit

Its Jet Life til' the world end, nigga

And Jet Life make the world spin, belee dat