[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Rolled up in a Rolls with a few rolled up, hoes eyes know
Real gold, so they chose us, fa sho sluts that go nuts for bucks
But I only cop them hoes donuts, sun rose up
Last night that chapter closed one, a new ep has just begun
Life was repped just until it's done
Though I never, Corporation reign forever
Did your car come with the umbrella?
You can ask your bitch how soft is my leather
She seen it she couldn't believe it
She touched it she wanted to fuck it
Infatuated with niggas that's hustling
Always stunting I got a whole lot of shit started with nothin
Now they all know when I'm coming
They roll out the carpets and they playing trumpets
Keys to the city, keys to the Bentley, keys to a grand piano playing symphony
Killing these niggas no sympathy
Stepping on they necks with my SB Tiffanys
Say she the one like Billie Jean
But bitch I don't love these hoes is you kidding me
How could I take you seriously
Would've fucked any nigga that wasn't a VIP
Oh you did that just to get with me
You bullshitting me, hoe, I don't roll with security
Got a few friends rolled in with me
Will somebody please come get this freak
Completely out my vicinity, for really G, I really be
Where the money go be it land air, nigga, rain, snow, out of space
Mahfuckin grind mode, Rolex presidential time code, time froze
Though it wait for no man, got sixty grand in my mini hand
Im a whole mahfuckin business man in the Velour suit, and a headband
Like yeah, man
[Outro]
Yeah
Wrist, chill
Pinky rings, chill
Sorry for the Wraith, for real
Weed and Instrumentals, JLR
Jet Life Recordings
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