[Hook x2: Curren$y] And my niggas, and my bitches I'm on my shit right now, how is ya? A nigga dressed like we finna take pictures Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin' Yea, I got my mind on that take over Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin' Yea, Because that money ain't gonna wait for us Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] And I'm loc'ing Pretty bitch on the passenger side ridin' sun roof open Shes supplying what I'm smokin' Wanna fuck with us, keep them tree crumbled up Walk up in the club, make them lames one cuff Champ on chill, E-Z widers, double stuffed Trust And believe that it ain't about the youngin' if don't involve his motherfuckin' cheese I ain't bring no ends to spin Never kept a knot up in my pocket Better clock a couple thousand 'fore I get up in the win These niggas is losing in need of wins Yo bitches is choosin' in need of friends I'm livin' this movie so clean the lens Runnin through loads of weed and gin cause niggas know what I'm bout Flyin' out
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[Verse 2: Curren$y] Chicks who sound funny when they speak English Still recognize the bomb when they hear it She so ain't on them other niggas Margarine bars, them shits ain't buttered nigga Higher them a mug Ain't nothing what up with us Paper planes mane We don't allow blunts in the cut Tell the valet to pull up my truck Exit stage right the last thing they seen was the tail lights I'm gettin' toasted high Gettin' my bread right Rap, hustlin', stackin' Fucking some of the baddest bitches and travelin' Niggas used to think I was crazy Now they see my new whip and be like dawg that shit crazy Get off my shit leave the room for the flyest The jets and this bitch leave the room with yo wife Yuh!