[Verse 1: Curren$y] Lately I been, thinking 'bout GT3's Chrome rims, South Beach in the middle of the street Not parked ain't trippin' I'll accept them lil' penalties when I get 'em If the papers wasn't so thick, I probably roll the joint in the middle of 'em Fool ain't know Spitta just inclined to go and get it We all like the new Benz, I just got mine a lil' bit quicker A glimpse into this Jet living as fast cars faster women I would've been mega-pimping, I ain't have the time to put in it Though I still mack official minus the stripes and the whistle That's cold game deliver Direct TV Sunday ticket Suckas can't be down so they just be mad with us We don't drink or smoke our hash with them ass kissers You gotta be your own man 'fore I ever call you mister They gon' have to call me billionaire Jet this year
[Hook: Curren$y x2] Still on my hustle, bitches still love him Big block Chevy motor running, you can hear him coming Yea focused on money, keep them numbers doubling If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing
[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger] I begin my day off with a half ounce Clocked in on that cash route, bust you in yo' damn mouth Million pounds of vegetation, semi-auto registration Built millions off being patient, clutch in, no hesitation I roll by, I shake the ground with my presence Bitches scream my name, you tell yo' nigga yea I said it Run and tell a message, motherfuckas keep up gossip You see more money more problems, you tell me how a nigga solve 'em (See I can't call it, I stay balling, never falling off You still a pussy ass nigga if your heart is soft) You pay the cost, point seen, money lost, taking off In that Jet Life, kill you quick and see you in the next life See I'm forever paid, rollie, Gazelle shades I got it made, cloud to smoke, you know a nigga dazed (See that's the motto that I live by Curren$y, you know that m-o-n-e-e-y)