Garage Bands

[Intro]

Turn this fuckin' mic on

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]

Had to move up out of Hollywood, get a new spot

Niggas treat you on how many followers you got

My problem is, uh, I'll never stop

Cookin' good beats in that fuckin' gumbo pot (Come on)

New Orleans like I play for the Saints

I'm rollin' up and they can't, the old-school with the paint

Ooh-wee like it's tailor-made and it fit, mama

I'm rollin' up the money, middle name fuckin' commas

Uh, Tokyo, Curren$y, yeah, that's yen, brother

Not one, okay, I need ten, brother

She want a photo, eatin' at Coco's

Hype Domo, no promo, bookin' Soho

Schemin' in this Polo, double-R-L

Cream like Carvel, OG Kush, new car smell

[Bridge: Curren$y]

Uh, keep the E in it, Chevys on switchеs (You know what I mean?)

Say we smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your picturеs

You could keep a secret, we could always (Turn this fuckin' mic on)

Huh

[Verse 2: Curren$y & MadeinTYO]

This my afternoon car, I switched this up before dark

I rode this one to the park, my '58 didn't start

So I can't wait 'til tomorrow, have the homeboy order parts (Tokyo, come on)

This one crazier than before, dog, what the fuck they gon' do?

Plus we cookin' up another one, drop 'fore summer be through

This murder one in the booth, I swerve on purpose the coupe

I'm on porch with the crew, then law enforcement to swoop (Tokyo)

Though they came up with no proof, had to pull off lookin' stu'

Man, that's enough for me, fool

Back in my rag '62, finna take it to home base

I'm finna smash me a plate, roll up some joints of that grape

Draw us up another play, how to get in and get away

We did that shit broad day, specialist flew in private plane (You know what I mean?)

He could up a safe, Ocean's Eleven paved the way

This is Ocean's Twenty-Eight

I wore that leather tracksuit to the ball

Made Cinderella faint, swear she was ready to risk it all

And I ain't even want the broad, she tried to stunt on my dog

And she fronted on the homie, I guess I fucked her for y'all (Eastside)

[Outro: Curren$y]

Yeah, that noise indicates we're takin' our, uh, wait

We're takin' our final shots, hold on

Ah, woo, well

It's our initial descent

We finna sit this motherfucker down, so

Fold your tray tables up

Uh, the ladies'll be walkin' the aisles and pickin' up your cups and shit

Y'all need to be throwin' away y'all's own shit, but it's alright