[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, ayy
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
The Corvette roof evaporated
Pushed a button, it regenerated, stupid crazy
I'm super smart with paper
Niggas hating, imitate it
That's just human nature, I don't blame 'em
I just keep away 'em
My bro got a ray gunner
Motherfucker play, bet he won't make summer
I put your bitch on a wave runner
I was on a yacht deck, wavin' from it
I bought these trunks in London
I bought this hoodie on Fairfax, I'm all over hundred
Like traces of that cocaine, I'm all over money
Eastsidе, ayy
[Verse 2: Killer Mike & Kaash Paige]
In a spaceship blowin' my face off (Yeah)
I don't takе no days off (Yeah)
Too many y'all niggas laid up (Yeah)
And that's why y'all niggas laid off (Yeah)
Nigga did me dirty when I fell off (Yeah)
But I ain't write no tell-all (Yeah)
My book givin' you game, nigga (Yeah)
I ain't gotta write about lame niggas (Yeah)
And if you love that lame nigga
I'm still talkin' 'bout the same nigga (Yeah)
What you know about college educated and still had to sell cocaine, nigga? (Yeah)
What you know about before the fame, me and Steve still blowin' in the flame, nigga? (Yeah)
Son of Atlanta, I am a (Yeah)
Product of grandma and grandpa (Yeah)
The drunker I get and the slummer I get and you hear that real westside Atlanta (Yeah)
Yeah, I went to Doug, I know the plug
I know the preachers and I know the thug
Don't give a damn, don't give a fuck
Rollin' in a '72 Cutlass (Yeah)
Polo tee with the bucket
Attitude still on, "Fuck it"
I refrain from that fuck shit
I'm all about big bucks, bitch
Niggas wanna move like rap niggas, me, I wanna move like Rob Smith
Fuck that rap and trap shit, I'm a landlord, bitch, pay rent, pay rent
Yeah, yeah, ayy
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
The Corvette roof evaporated
Pushed a button, it regenerated, stupid crazy
I'm super smart with paper
Niggas hating, imitate it
That's just human nature, I don't blame 'em
I just keep away 'em
My bro got a ray gunner
Motherfucker play, bet he won't make summer
I put your bitch on a wave runner
I was on a yacht deck, wavin' from it
I bought these trunks in London
I bought this hoodie on Fairfax, I'm all over hundred
Like traces of that cocaine, I'm all over money
Eastsidе, ayy
[Verse 2: Killer Mike & Kaash Paige]
In a spaceship blowin' my face off (Yeah)
I don't takе no days off (Yeah)
Too many y'all niggas laid up (Yeah)
And that's why y'all niggas laid off (Yeah)
Nigga did me dirty when I fell off (Yeah)
But I ain't write no tell-all (Yeah)
My book givin' you game, nigga (Yeah)
I ain't gotta write about lame niggas (Yeah)
And if you love that lame nigga
I'm still talkin' 'bout the same nigga (Yeah)
What you know about college educated and still had to sell cocaine, nigga? (Yeah)
What you know about before the fame, me and Steve still blowin' in the flame, nigga? (Yeah)
Son of Atlanta, I am a (Yeah)
Product of grandma and grandpa (Yeah)
The drunker I get and the slummer I get and you hear that real westside Atlanta (Yeah)
Yeah, I went to Doug, I know the plug
I know the preachers and I know the thug
Don't give a damn, don't give a fuck
Rollin' in a '72 Cutlass (Yeah)
Polo tee with the bucket
Attitude still on, "Fuck it"
I refrain from that fuck shit
I'm all about big bucks, bitch
Niggas wanna move like rap niggas, me, I wanna move like Rob Smith
Fuck that rap and trap shit, I'm a landlord, bitch, pay rent, pay rent
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