[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la, yeah, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
Right here this is (Statik Selektah) Statik Selektah
Andretti, Scribble Scratch Records
Showoff, La, la, la, la, uh
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Rolls Royce doors, Italian marble floors
White diamonds and rose gold
Beneath my purple label robe as the day unfolds
Them other siders gotta pay the toll
No passes being granted, only iron being brandished
How are the sharks doing damage?
They'd rather film you dying on iPhone camera
Then call an ambulance to grab you
Views and likes is all that matter
That shit don’t add up to cash
But them squares will never understand us
I don't need 'em with us in a battle
They’re dead weight, they only slow us up
That shit will get us tucked
I'd rather have mimosas
Shrimp and grits, window by the ocean and lunch
Cigar cutters at the table but we don't smoke blunts
Shut your mouth, youngster, act like you been somewhere for once
Coasters underneath our cups
Mahogany coffee tables, we rolling up, now who dope as us?
Analyze that shit again and see that they ain't close to us
Lit up in the same spot, but didn't smoke with us
We was separated by the velvet ropes and such
Only for the city's realest do they open up
Get your arm broken try approaching us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la, yeah, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
Right here this is (Statik Selektah) Statik Selektah
Andretti, Scribble Scratch Records
Showoff, La, la, la, la, uh
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Rolls Royce doors, Italian marble floors
White diamonds and rose gold
Beneath my purple label robe as the day unfolds
Them other siders gotta pay the toll
No passes being granted, only iron being brandished
How are the sharks doing damage?
They'd rather film you dying on iPhone camera
Then call an ambulance to grab you
Views and likes is all that matter
That shit don’t add up to cash
But them squares will never understand us
I don't need 'em with us in a battle
They’re dead weight, they only slow us up
That shit will get us tucked
I'd rather have mimosas
Shrimp and grits, window by the ocean and lunch
Cigar cutters at the table but we don't smoke blunts
Shut your mouth, youngster, act like you been somewhere for once
Coasters underneath our cups
Mahogany coffee tables, we rolling up, now who dope as us?
Analyze that shit again and see that they ain't close to us
Lit up in the same spot, but didn't smoke with us
We was separated by the velvet ropes and such
Only for the city's realest do they open up
Get your arm broken try approaching us
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.