Blood, Sweat and Gears Curren$y & The Alchemist (Ft. Fiend)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Fuck around and lay around
Yeah
I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too
You guys know who I'm talkin' to
Those—
Yeah
I'm talkin' to—
Take this opportunity to roll up
Get your grinders
Yeah, yeah
Fuck around and lay around
Locate your lighters
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me tell you something
Uh

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Laced David Robinson's, Wally moccasins
Matte black paint, polished rims
The fuck you said? I ain't hear it clear
Too much money talking in my ear
The end result of two albums in one year
Blood, sweat, and gears, life in between the racing stripes
We break day every night
Alternative lifestyle, I ain't looking for a pussy, boy
This trill jet shit, just enjoy
That's yo wifey but she's still a Jet miss (Fuck around and lay around)
Give her directions to the telly and a checklist
Arriving shortly with the items I requested (I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too)
Reinforced the frame with that jive nigga repellant (You guys know who I'm talkin' to)
My new plane, maintain the smoke
Let you take a couple grams home if you my folk
Eyeball you a lil' something, I ain't the weed man though
But if you give me fifteen minutes, I'll call my folks, he'll be at the door
Connectin' four marine batteries on one side of the trunk
To go with them other four batteries that's powering the pumps (Fuck around and lay around)
It's the juice in them cylinders that make the Chevy jump
You already know, I ain't gotta tell you 'bout it, partner
Your bitch stay talkin' and you steady eavesdroppin' (Let me tell you something)