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[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Like, lumber jack vest and some Bape sweats

89 Vette still rock the tape deck

Suckas ain't livin' they just wasting breath

Summers pedal to the metal chasing debt

Off track placing bets collecting checks

Draggin' that motherfuckin' money net

On to the next score and we ain't finish counting yet

Fuck it, store it in the floor conceal it in the ceiling

Park them cars behind my girl house I tell her she ain't see shit

Nigga, we movin' like new apartment units

I'm just doin' my thing and hoes drawn to it

Bomb fluent in that money talk

Glass slippers before she can walk

Silver spoons fill her food for thought

Cinderella's prissy sisters woulda pissed their pants to kiss her

Break it off on sight she been gone all night, but she came back right

Tip toeing in the room, tryna not to wake me

Slipped 10 grand beneath my pillow and whispered I love you, baby

Shit crazy but it make perfect sense

Payin me to play her but I shan't say I'mma pimp

Just a prolific playa with a gift

It's in my nature to put that pressure on simps

Come off that paper, you don't know what to do with that shit

I can show ya I can grow ya into something much colder

We the highed-up title holders, behold us


[Break: Curren$y (and Freddie Gibbs)]

Behold us

These hoes know us

It's like the game chose us

(That Nicky Tarantino flow)

(You know what I'm sayin'?)


[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

Yeah, dirty needle to the mainline

You play kissy face with yo bitches nigga I tame mine

Strap her down with two bricks and straight put that bitch on that train ride

If she ain't about that cheddar I give these heffers no hang time

Like Billy Hoyle, tryna re-up on them pills and blow

Cleaner than Sidney Deane, that white gon jump this shit at [midea before?]

Like I ain't come thru on the Lexus GSs and Benz on twenty inch rims before

I sellin them nothing but killa I feel like P. Miller in Cartier lenses ho

You surely gon' die, have you lived before?

Blew dope smoke on suede roofs

Through Rolex on wood wheel

Two hoes next that group deal

Nigga cruise through to a cool mill

Staying in the streets not indicted

C to the E-O my shit drop when I feel like it

Just call me Freddie Gordy on them 40s

I chamber block that ch-ch-ch-chopper thank the lordy

Gotta strip these niggas bare cause Bare Escentuals, couldn't afford it

Fuck an album title, call my shit the coldest shit recorded

Shoot it smoke it or snort it

Rollin dragon now everybody chasing

This Gary in the 1980s bitch everybody basing

Dinner time and shorty can't eat no books, he flippin' yay now

They gave him 100 years cause he Nino Brown of the playground

I swear to God my momma always told me it'd be days

Like smokin' dope and pourin Henny on my nigga grave site

And wonderin' who gonna raise my child if I get sprayed

Light your boss up like your poppy and get paid

Yung Freddy Caine, nigga

Ya, fa sho man, Freddie Soprano


[Verse 3: Curren$y]

Spitta and Gibbs that pistol to your ribs

That box Chevy them 373 gears

Chokes out the concrete, shit spinnin around me

Hit that weed, deliver a profound speech


[Verse 4: Freddie Gibbs]

Spoke with profound speech, speaking prolifically

Smoking on blueberry like Halle had an epiphany

Bout to boomerang her like Eddie, I Billy Bob if she let me

Right on my living room floor

'Cause these monster balls are so heavy


[Verse 5: Curren$y]

Under the living room floor there lies trunk full of gold

If shit should ever go low then we will never go broke

Liquify the assets, audio dopeboy magic

Keep the Bentley console full of weed ashes


[Verse 6: Freddie Gibbs]

G Classes, glass feet leather under my ass cheeks

Talkin 'bout muscle cars, got a driveway full of athletes

Rappin like half the time I got twenty bands for the half-book

Keep it 100 solid, They straight shook they half crooks, nigga

(That fettuccini what's up) 

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