The Jet-Sons Curren$y (Ft. Dee Low & Jean LaPhare)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Bet you never met a nigga like me
Spitta came for the Nike's, these checks written off
Payed to the order of, he who resides in the high-rises
Above the city of crime, our music changin' their minds
Opening eyes, you witness history
I am the epitome, of a nigga doin' what he please and getting cheese simultaneously
Their flows ain't as craze as these
I got a million of 'em, bet you out there, get the crowd moving with any of them
Got them going, got 'em coming
Spitta revolving. don't go around, merry-go
Suckas marry hoes, and try to turn them into housewives
After the show, she into telling with us, she's surprised

[Hook: Jean LePhare & Dee-Low]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
And stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, nigga-nig-nigga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, nigga-nigga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right
I'm doing my own thing, nigga-nig-nigga get your swag right

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Gorilla in the mist, still on my Bape shit
Play with hoes in my Playcloths, shout out to the Clipse
Stroll through the mall, stop for some chicks, took a couple pics
Asked what's the same ole' shit
Oh so, play them old whips, you know how I roll
Chevy so fast, shawty's scared, ridin shotgun with her eyes closed
Niggas know I buy O's, like I'm on the Wheel of Fortune
Hope you get it, won't be too surprised if you didn't
Have to take a second listen, be my guest I ain't trippin
Women tell me you ain't like the other rappers, you different
Cause I don't put on a front, I put on for my city
I put my niggas on, and I put them on some bad bitches, yeah!