[Intro]
(808 my crew)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Getting it, spending it, living it, dipping in dividends
Limitless, ship it to the crib
Took some pictures in it, did a burnout in it (Skrrt)
Turned out bitches, sold out tickets
Off the tour, I made millions
Castle doors, cathedral ceilings
This is real, can't ignore the feeling
I just closed a deal, I hear them Franklins peelin'
Shouldn't rush, it's a must
In the clutch, who you trust?
In the love, in the lust with the diamonds in the dust
Rolled up and I'm focused
They gon' try to catch me slipping, dog, I know it
I hear their footsteps approaching (Yeah)
But before they reach my front porch, they'll be roasted
That's word to bro, that's for sure
In the scope 'cause they always know that one day these niggas will play the fool
He had to come through like the big homies do
I wouldn't wish my lifestyle on you
But I can't deny that this ice is cool
Chicks will be nice to you and they think you holding on to that loot
Now everybody watching you, so you gotta watch how you move
And the homies that say they looking out for you, but that shit ain't true
[Interlude: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, nigga
Banks
That southside Jet Life shit (808 Mafia)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, live my life relentless, wild
Witness slim did the trial
Gangstas out, kids inside
Shit get hard, Crips divide
Grimy ways intensified
Opps out, tints to slide
Switching sides get you fried
Both palms itching, I got a feeling I'ma touch some millions
Put my dealings in another building
Moving on, now it's only family ties
Those so-called soldiers barely ride
We're nothing alike, compare me, why?
You die, we won't be teary-eyed
My weed clouds up Miami skies
New princess cuts canary size
Extendos round, how did we hide?
I'm ten toes down, no scary vibes
They don't see your path, then you walk alone
Big talking, don't do that on the phone
Me, I might smile to keep your eyes off of the scars
Through these tracks, I'm Capone
Use these raps for cologne
Groupies scratched up the throne
Threw me back off Patrón
Boobie traps at my home
Movie straps, I'm Stalone
No more loans, I decline
I can get y'all combined
Talkin' live by the grind
Popping trips out Dubai, shopping skips out Milan, mine
Murder shit by design
Bourbon Crips, I'll be fine
These words'll give sight to blind
Curving shit like a don
[Outro]
Get out, get out
Go, adiós
(See you soon, David)
Yeah, yeah, we'll have shrimp
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
(I'll see you in fucking hell)
Then we'll have barbecued jumbo shrimp, you motherfucker
Get back in the fucking car, David
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