[Intro: Curren$y]
Zaytoven
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Thangs that was been supposed to been happen
Yeah, yeah
Thirty cars, still feelin' like I ain’t got enough (Like I ain't got enough)
Forty large on a plain Jane, that's not a bluff (That’s not a bluff)
Top off in a light rain, don't put it up (Don't put it up)
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Thirty cars, still feelin' like I ain't got enough (Like I ain't got enough)
Forty large on a plain Jane, that's not a bluff (That's not a bluff)
Top off in a light rain, don’t put it up (Don’t put it up)
Two miles per hour, we crawl by, let 'em look at us (Let ’em look at us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two miles per hour, we crawl by, let 'em look at us (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thirty cars still feelin' like I ain't got enough
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Floated all over the beat
Rolled thirty joints out a P
Pull up and shoot for the three
Money is all that we see
Scores, we runnin’ 'em up
Bulletproof armored trucks
Nineteen ninetey-eight stunts
Papercuts from countin'
Now we just weigh that stuff
Landin' at two-thirty
Got a bad bitch waitin' for us
She'll come shake it up
Bless a nigga with a yacht, mansion
Know them hoes be takin' stuff
Tricks find themself robbed blind
When they drunk and they wakin' up
Sick to the stomach and hittin' the who done it
We ran that hustle the whole summer
We did some pretty nice numbers
I like that bitch, but I don't love her
Medusa head on my bed cover
Bathin' Ape, Puma, suede, brother
Nigga, you really ain't said nothin'
'Less you said you got bread for me
Zaytoven
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Thangs that was been supposed to been happen
Yeah, yeah
Thirty cars, still feelin' like I ain’t got enough (Like I ain't got enough)
Forty large on a plain Jane, that's not a bluff (That’s not a bluff)
Top off in a light rain, don't put it up (Don't put it up)
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Thirty cars, still feelin' like I ain't got enough (Like I ain't got enough)
Forty large on a plain Jane, that's not a bluff (That's not a bluff)
Top off in a light rain, don’t put it up (Don’t put it up)
Two miles per hour, we crawl by, let 'em look at us (Let ’em look at us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two miles per hour, we crawl by, let 'em look at us (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thirty cars still feelin' like I ain't got enough
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Floated all over the beat
Rolled thirty joints out a P
Pull up and shoot for the three
Money is all that we see
Scores, we runnin’ 'em up
Bulletproof armored trucks
Nineteen ninetey-eight stunts
Papercuts from countin'
Now we just weigh that stuff
Landin' at two-thirty
Got a bad bitch waitin' for us
She'll come shake it up
Bless a nigga with a yacht, mansion
Know them hoes be takin' stuff
Tricks find themself robbed blind
When they drunk and they wakin' up
Sick to the stomach and hittin' the who done it
We ran that hustle the whole summer
We did some pretty nice numbers
I like that bitch, but I don't love her
Medusa head on my bed cover
Bathin' Ape, Puma, suede, brother
Nigga, you really ain't said nothin'
'Less you said you got bread for me
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