[Intro]
I don’t know what these niggas talkin about
Apparently somebody been misleading you
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
Heard they're tryna stop it, but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL, tryna stop the paper, but oh—
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Skyline, condo high rise
Roof top pool, let them birds swan dive
Disrespect the apple of your eye
Thinking she was a prize, she a pie—everybody get a slice
Cut, slumped in the 240 SX
And they ain't even know it was us
Surprised by the time, they realize you was dealin' with the deal
Fuckin' with the muhfukers
Homie this is real, Michael Mann, camera pan
Glimpse into the life that I live, it's just rap
But it's looking like that king pin shit, so they set traps
Tell 'em throw that salt back on the spice rack
Bosses take and give careers back
Orphans looking for their real dads
Oh how many rap sons I have
Laughing as I hit the gas, then I lit the gas
[Chorus: Curren$y]
560 SL
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they're tryna stop us, but oh well
560 SL
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they're tryna stop us, but so
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
560 SL, seventy-dollars, pump one at the Shell
Who else could it possible be?
Done so well you know it had to be me
Capital G, T-tops on the Grand Mational
At the business conference via satellite
Couldn't make it in cause I had a wild night
Fill me in on what I missed, get them cheques right
The streets gon' love with what I do with mine on site
Super sport, parked on the black tops in the cut
Ballin' out, holding that smoke in
As the world go round, the prices go up
As the tiops go down, they duplicate
We innovate sounds
That's why I never play my new shit round them clowns
King shit, Rolex crowns, we chopping paper in here
Don't know what you talking bout right now, we sittin' in this
[Chorus: Curren$y]
560 SL
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they're tryna stop us, but oh well
560 SL
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they're tryna stop us, but so
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm finished answering question on personal shit
I'm tired of niggas running up on me asking for verses and shit
Been too many places where they act like we ain't supposed to be there
They don't respect us, still we start cursing and shit
I might need a hearse for my 'fit
My verses so tight that I have to write them cursive and spit
I might need a nurse I'm that sick
I might need a girl who don't care about purses and shit
I might be the best of my time, my team record perfect
Can't achieve 'less you workin'
I done came a long way, came a long way
These boys ain't never seen it, or heard it
That's why they show me love and respect when they see me in person
Show you how to be a boss instead of being a burden
Spread love, that's the player way
Got your main bitch in my Mercedes rollin' up
Thought I told you I'ma shine fool
Pocket full of money, keep them pistols in the tuck, in my
[Chorus: Curren$y]
560 SL
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they're tryna stop us, but oh well
560 SL
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they're tryna stop us, but so
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