[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver] I stay on top of my game I'm sayin no time for playin Paper on my mind Doing business with whoever paying, the most Fast and slow I gotta get this dough Touched the few pieces of features but I still want more What the fuck you think I'm grinding for Tryin to upgrade my auto mo Stacking bills smoke and kill chilled out with my foreign ho First night with the villain resort life We're just burning O's Smashed at got my mind back to where the cash at You know how it go I'm out the door my mind focus on dough I'm so fixed on this digits But she swear a nigga out here fuckin around with this other bitches And I ain't' got no time for that tryin to get to this money love Pay me trust I'm only get my paper up Counting Francklin's, Jackson's, Grams's can't you tell from all these paper cuts On my hand I been on the straight plan to me Millions have the Grand's so All I ask is you keep it real and super Ville in J.E.T Life We trust Stay away from them lames They look the same but them niggas ain't us
[Hook: Curren$y] Put my hustle down got my money up All them bitches come around cause my niggas coming up now We put our hustle down got our money up All them bitches run the us cause they don't wanna run us up Put my hustle down got my money up All them bitches come around us because we coming up now We put done put our hustle down got our money up All them bitches run the us cause they don't wanna runs up
[Verse 2: Young Roddy] Nigga I go debo hard or I'll carry my ass home But I'll be damn if it's back to living up in that drug zone Shit and I know that's right But how they getting but I don't call that wrong And in the mist of it all nigga we stay G while we drop bombs Wait but hold on let me find something role up on They say it's now or never just hope now we don't take too long I'm on my paper chasing we chasin bread and it's marathon Yeah I love the pussy but plenty of nights I've slept alone I done it all my own just me myself and my microphone And til my next life it's your jet life til I'm dead and gone Stay high up when the loud pack it's that Cal strong Ain't no child play no need for that girl both us grown Frontin ain't paying nobody bills better keeps your hustle going Over these can't camp fire I tell my ghetto story I put my life in this bars but they still don't know me In this fast lane I'm on slowly I'm focused nigga
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[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] Mann... I been gettin it been gettin it that bad man that bad man The hoes be on me like tube socks Rang Rover no roof top Took two shots of that brown brown we down town We're kicking the like it's my birthday JET Set, Real Niggas, 1st Place Never Winnin if you're jealous of Another nigga don't be jealous of how well he does Just focus on your own team and make it help you up I'm young and rich a bunch of bitches blow the celly up And I can't even blame em Send me naked pictures I'm a frame em on the iPhone I'm rolling up a imstant-a-gram, pass-a-gram in one blunt Twenty for the point 5 It's like a brown bag lunch higher than the top bunk I'd still pop Rihanna I cannot front Barbequing putting vodka in the fruit punch So you better watch her what she mind man Ain't no ring on her finger like LeBron hand
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[Verse 4: Curren$y] Rolling up piles of them sky miles Coolin in the honey cut Listen to some Miles Davis yeah I'm rich But I'm still using my play station for DVD player Never gave up motherfuck Not in the business of saving sluts There's a auction on some retail space So I'm saving up and they sayin I'm a made man but I ain't made enough N