What It Look Like Curren$y (Ft. Wale)

[Intro: Wale]
We blessed to be here
It's a blessing for you to be here with us
MMG shit, Jet Life, BOA, fuck y'all
What it look like?
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah!
For the occasion, paper planes, uhh

[Chorus: Wale]
Look, what it look like?
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uhh
Ah, look, now roll my J tight
Hahah, you know what they like, yeah, yeah, uhh

[Verse 1: Wale]
Paris SB's make these niggas catch seizures
Foam game shitting on Irish Springs and Lever
Ha, I'm more cleaver, clever
Whether any weather, nobody doing it better, hah
Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket I'm Gilligan
Ain't no Skipper but all my bitches is Ginger hair
My real estate sweet, yeah, gingerbread
Probably seen meaner bars probably in the Feds
Double MG forever though
Money got me pulling strings, I got that Geppetto dough
Always in them better clothes, I be with them better hoes
No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose
Meaning aroused, I'm sorry I'm not too good with vowels
I got a thousand bitches, I'm not too good with vows
We in Spitta Ferrari, brand new Tiffanys on me
Don't fuck with PBS, but man, I'm addicted to Barney's
That's G shit, I be bumping Fiend shit
And I'm on a roll, you would think they giving me a X
Wordplay like a mothafucka
I'm Durant at the Rucker, your woman's a perfect jumper
Wetter than a swish and I never miss
Get her out her delicates and I ain't gotta tell her shit
Put it on whatever bitch, me and Spitta high as shit
Rex Ryan on these hoes, Jet Life forever bitch