Three 60 Curren$y (Ft. Juicy J)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
Got them bitches wanting to fuck, got them haters tryna' fuck with me
Yeah they so persistent with they ignorance
Consistent with this shit, I get a little bit more meticulous
Descriptive when I spit that shit
Nigga we really live in this Jet
It's not fictitious, ask your bitch cause she's been in it
Impressed with how I'm dressed, and this ain't shit bae I'm just chilling
I'm never stressed, never let 'em see me sweat
Asking who designed my sweats, examine me like I'm a exhibit
If I grew it how'd I do it, how much was it, where'd I get it
It's sickening but I'm not tripping, love I know how to fix 'em
Broke niggas keep whining so I cop more diamonds

[Chorus: Curren$y]
All my cars got leather and wood
All my hoes is nine's and dimes
All my clothes, they smell like good
All my days, I'm gon' be high
All my nights I'm looking for the best time I can find
Sleeping when it's over, even though a Lifer will never die

[Bridge: Curren$y]
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty