Feelin’ Like Curren$y

[Intro: from "Super Fly"]
"Aw sweet Jesus man them junkies must of knocked a hole in your head"

[Verse 1]
Like a nigga selling dope
Investigation, surveillance, life under the scope
They waiting to see me fail, I’m waiting on this boat
Damier printed sails love, I got somewhere to go
Dress like I really didn't have no plans
Light Rolex, maybe a chain, t-shirt, sweatpants
Bumping that Juicy J Bands A Make Her
But she made it shake and I ain’t even have to pay her
And you know me, keep it OG, like the reefer and my papers
Got them suckers under guns infrared lasers
Me, I’m under the sun, sports car racing
Everyday we come up with some more amazing player shit

[Hook]
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I’m rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have any bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me
Yeah, yeah
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I’m rolling up smoke everywhere I be