Audio Dope II Curren$y

[Intro]
Haha, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Ugh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ugh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Jets, nigga, now where haven't we...)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ugh!
Fool, fool! (Ugh!)

[Verse 1]
Spitta get this ho shit jumping like—
Kangaroo pouch, Louis Vuitton
The small things make me different from these fools
Pull my drawstrings, keep my sweats off of my shoes
I'm a dog, man, keep my paws clean
I ain't fucking with you at all
Lames is your whole set, G's don't recognize y'all
Independent acrobatics, make that loot somersault
Remembering my license and registration's in my mom's car
Came a long way, but I don't got time to be—
Sitting at the dock of the bay, wasting every second
Money can be made out a rhyme, I can do it on the dime
Kick the shit out a beat until it die, call CSI, I—
Got 'em running, scared, tryna catch up
Fifty-seven: Hines, Gregory, the dance legend
Make music, I'm stepping out at a major event
Best-dressed in attendance, and I never left the house