Grand Curren$y

[Verse 1]
One time for the Jets
Two times for ya muhfuckin' set
Hit it three times, make sure it's the best
Put some ice on her if it's always wet
Miami Vice Spyder or the Stingray Vette
I keep my shit fresh yea vintage like Mitchell and Ness
Stepping on the necks of muhfuckas who slept
Collecting checks, catching stunts in the progress
Take a late night drive to relieve stress
Bad bitch by my side who know how to [fire texts?]
Mute them boys who be talking that mess
Cop coupes, parked cars, that's a light flex
Lifestyle rap, that's my genre I guess
Founder, forefather, sports car auction baller
Low rider Impalas, executive quarters
Writing rhymes and making muthafuckin' orders
Jars of weed indeed yea we recordin'
Instrumentals spent lyrical in the morning
Been reading up, grasping on legal jargon
Tighten up
They gon' use the whole checkbook tryna write for us
Lighting up smoke signals
Spell it out, Andretti all about figures
Look in my eyes when I entered the building
Tell y'all that I was gon' leave with a million