Real Estates

[Intro: Curren$y] This is revenge Like when them Russians caught Alonzo at the red light No bullets, just pens No machine guns, just machine lipped rims Yeah, I let my fitted sit high Cause I am really on my... grind, fool [Verse 1: Curren$y] And as the game rotate, and my name grows bigger How many bitches want, not many bitches won't I know you think your bitches don't but I know What she did last summer, scream for me when I touched her Chevy man, though lately had my eyes on the Cutlass Fitna say fuck it, call Mousa, tell him cop it, give it to my brother Sticky trees I sit under, tryna stay cool Big city lights hotter than a mothafucka Tuesday I'm SoCal, Wednesday it's Calcutta Socks up, stock rising, Kief Catcher Spitta grinding Higher than my fitted riding And if I showed you where I live, you would think that I was hiding Can't call it a neighborhood, I ain't living by nobody Applying for statehood, make my footprint in geography Spreading my monopoly, and plus nobody I know got killed In New Orleans today, I got cash put away and some more on the way, yeah [Chorus: Curren$y] Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front This the life we want nigga you only live it once Uh, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my..grind Yeah, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my..grind [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] Uh, player shit, you niggas still cuffin If I wanted her back, nigga I'd be still fuckin Yeah, and I see niggas tryna rap like us Watch the video, then try to act like us I know we make this shit look easy Do a show out in Brooklyn, when I just left the Easy With my nigga Spit-Spitta, girls tryna get us Tell her I be comin back, you best be doin all them sit ups Don't take me to the airport cryin girl, get up She don't want me to leave when I'm wit her I tell her I'm the nigga that she need, not a needy ass nigga The game don't get any realer I just want the red outside, black stripes like Thriller I'm in Miami bumpin Trilla I got dope on the low, but im not a dope dealer The feds blockin like the Steelers I let my fitted sit high, cause I am really on my grind Katt Williams flow, bitch this pimpin all the time You singin ass rap niggas simpin all the time Fuckin up the game, niggas fuckin up my name You don't want no money, just fame They ask me how I'm doin, shit I really can't complain Sippin champagne, and tryin to get everything I want Yellin oceans in the back, Porsches in the front [Chorus: Dom Kennedy] Uh, uh, I'm yellin Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front Yeah, Yeah Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front Oceans in the back, Porsches in the... uh