Cloud IX (Remix) Scotty ATL (Ft. Curren$y)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Spent twenty racks on my chain, then I spent another rack on my sweatshirt
Multi-million dollar networth, hoes wanna know how them jets work
I’m like hold on you been one so don’t complain to me your neck hurt
We gon ride the Ferrari's tomorrow, we gon’ ride them Corvettes first
I'm like bitch please, diss me Mitchel and Ness
Pistol P, Impala 1963 and them gold D's
Them 13's or them chrome supremes
Clacking the back, you know it's me
I'm high, creeping at a low speed
Clown niggas sleeping on me, them bedbugs fasho gone eat
I'm like yeah chief in the driver seat, that's a whole new list of problems
Rich nigga issue, haters tryna stick ya, even these bitches is assassins or robbers
Nigga threw some slangs at me, wardie I called that
My brother drew down first them suckers had to fall back

[Hook: Scotty ATL]
I go up, I go up
But I ain’t playing with it, I do my thing with it
I go up, I go up
Take me high in the sky, let the problems float away
I go up, I go up
But I ain’t playing with it, I do my thing with it
I go up, I go up
Take me high in the sky, let the problems float away