The Life (2009) Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah, uh
Listenin' to Cameo, smokin' on the patio
Polo chinos, a Pro Club
Plottin' out the next score
Couple weeks in Cali
Smokin' the best, gettin' some rest
Then it's back to the full-court press
Niggas playin' for keeps
Tryna be the next Suga Slim, Baby or Master P
I don't pass that weed, it's all for me
I rolled it, so I'm only fo' sho gon' smoke it
Go and get your own shit
Focused on rollin' on, wrote for me and all of my dogs
Involved with takin' Jet Life, Taylor Gang to the stars
I done bought Ferraris from pennin' these rap bars
And I didn't stop there, I got so much more
Inspiration, somethin' you should reach for
See me in that Porsche, that should push you to go hard
I've done it, you can do it, ain't no difference
It's only real ones in the buildin'
Need to start really livin', make money every minute
The more things change, the more they stay the same
I stay high, peep game, sound the trumpets
And celebrate with buckets of champagne
Save the sparklers, I got the light show in my ring
And when we exit, they'll say the best just left here
And the rest is just like, yeah