[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Like, lumber jack vest and some Bape sweats
'89 Vette still rock the tape deck
Suckas ain't livin' they just wasting breath
Summers pedal to the metal chasing debt
Off track placing bets collecting checks
Draggin' that motherfuckin' money net
On to the next score and we ain't finish counting yet
Fuck it, store it in the floor conceal it in the ceiling
Park them cars behind my girl house I 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 make perfect sense
Payin me to play her but I shan't say I'mma pimp
Just a prolific playa with a gift
It's 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
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