Nothin New (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Haile Supreme)

Statik Selektah
 I like when they say that
 I like the beat when we put that drop on
 Coasting through that shit, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Eastside, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Just like like every time, Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
 Scribble scratch records
 Andretti, Statik Selektah (Yeah)
 I want solid gold bathroom fixtures
 And saltwater fish tanks in the ceiling
 Before I spent one night in here
 Smoking and staring at a affinity mirror
 See myself living with these never ending riches
 (Never ending riches)
 Twisting joints like swollen, broken fingers (Broken fingers)
 Smoking with R&B singers who dressing room at arenas
 You probably seen us
 And ain't realized you witnessing such genius
 'Til we fled the scene in seven Lamborghinis (Nyoom)
 Never lenient on them losers (Yeah)
 I take it to 'em, we won't hurt 'em if they stop moving (Stop moving)
 Shit'll go smoothly, just like the movies
 But there's no re-shooting, what's done is done
 Tip your hat to the ones who won
 Jet Life, we got a whole town to run (Jet Life)
 All them niggas just my sons
 Shit they doing, I've already done (I've already done)
 There's nothing new under the sun (Under the sun, nigga)
 Nobody said it'd be easy
 To make it up to the throne
 Nobody ever believed me
 I guess I told you so
 Yeah, yup
 Palm trees and bomb weed, super model top's all I need
 We get the funds and proceed
 Too many cars to park on one street
 Cop some Jordans for my son's feet
 The game in my veins, it runs deep
 My bars hard as concrete, make it hard to compete
 Never fold, y'all crease
 And now we do a couple shows a week out the country
 So the money increase
 On the road, the company, I'm sitting with a 100 mill', in front of me
 Monopolizing, I done brought every watch money could buy
 Miami, getting my steak butterflied
 Another day, another flight, another million made before the night
 We spend it all 'cause we can really afford it
 Private planes really get boarded
 Foreign car, get it imported
 Know it's real if a nigga record it
 Count it up 'til it get boring
 And do the same shit in the morning
 That's on gang
 Yeah, yup
 Gang life
 Taylor Jets, counting checks on the same flight
 Nobody said it'd be easy
 To make it up to the throne
 Nobody ever believed me
 I guess I told you so
 There's only so much time left in this crazy world
 I'm just crumbling 'erb, I'm just crumbling 'erb
 Niggas killing niggas they don't understand
 I'm just crumblin' 'erb, I'm just crumblin' 'erb
 I've been working for a while
 Tryna make it through the fire