Callin Curren$y

[Intro]
La-La-la-la
Me and Rich in here at 2 o'clock in the morning
More Saturday Night Tunes
You ironing your motherfuckin' leather sweat pants for the club

[Verse 1]
Outside like Tommy Buns
Four in the morning
I'm about to blow the horn
Hurry ya ass up homeboy - it's on
Can't get passed up
Are you cashed up enough to weather the storm?
That shit coming I know
That shit coming for sure
Some look it right in the eye
Some niggas run for the door
I'm prepaired so I'ma stay right here
Front porch OG rocking chair
Putting that fucking doja in the air
Those cannot compare
Your flow's not rare
Run of the mill
You can find that anywhere
But this shit right here
Get in your ears quickly
Fiending you out
You'll be customer of the year now
Bitches want to date
Cause her man always hate
Saying my name everyday
Now she wanna know how it taste
I'm in here rapping making up these tapes
Like I be wrapping up the weight
Razor blade scrape lines
Clean the whole plate
Ma' say your grace