[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Like, lumber jack vest and some bape sweats
89 vets still rock the tape deck
Suckas ain't livin' they just wasting breathe
Summers pedal to the metal chasing debt
Off track placing bets collectin' checks
Draggin' that motherfuckin' money net
On to the next score and we ain't finish countin' yet
Fuck it, store it in the floor conceal it in the ceiling
Park them cars behind my girls house tell her she ain't see shit
Nigga, we movin' like new apartment units
I'm just doin' my thing and hoes drawn to it
Bomb fluent in that money talk
Glass slippers before she can walk
Silver spoons fill her food for thought
Cinderella's prissy sisters woulda pissed their pants to kiss her
Break it off on sight She been gone all night, but she came back right
Tip toeing in the room, tryna not to wake me
Slipped 10 grand beneath my pillow and whispered I love you, baby
Shit crazy but it makes perfect sense payin me to play her
But I shan't say I'mma pimp, just a prolific playa with a gift
Its in my nature to put that pressure on simps
Come off that paper, you don't know what to do with that shit
I can show ya I can grow ya Into something much colder
We the highed-up title holders. Behold us
[Break: Curren$y (Freddie gibbs)]
Behold us
There's hoes know us
It's ike the game show us
(That nigga, Tarantino flow)
(You know what I'm sayin'?)
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, dirty needle to the mainline
You can play kissy face with them bitches nigga I tame mine
Strap her down with two bricks and straight put that bitch on a train ride
If she ain't about that cheddar I give these heffers no hang time
Like billy ho, tryna reup on them pills and blow
Cleaner than sydney dean and spike gon jump this shit midea before (?)
Like i didn't come thru on the lexus vs and the benz on 20 inch rims before
I sellin them nothin but killa I'm feelin like pete villa 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 room deal
Nigga cruise through to a cool meal
Stay in the streets not indicted
C-E- to the 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 essentials couldn't afford it
Fuck an album title, call my shit the coldest shit recorded
Shoot it smoke it snort it
Rollin dragin now everybody chasin
Gary in the 1980s everybody basin
Its dinner time and shorty can't eat no books, He flippin' yay now
Gave him 100 years cause he Nino Brown of the playground
I swear to god my momma always told me there'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, fa sho man, freddie soprano)
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Spitta and gibbs that That pistol to your ribs
That box chevy them 373 gears
Chokes out the concrete, shit spinnin around me
Hit that weed and deliver a profound speech
[Verse 4: Freddie Gibbs]
Spoke with profound speech Speakin prolific
Smokin on blueberry like Halle head in the piffy
Bout to boomerang her eddie, I Billy Bob if she let me
Right on my living room floor
Cuz these monster balls are soo heavy
[Verse 5: Curren$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 feat leather under my ass cheeks
Talkin bout muscle cars Got a driveway full of athletes
Rappin like 1/2 the time I got 20 bands for the half-book
Keep it 100 solid, They straight shook they half crooks
(That fettuchini whats up)
