[Intro: Currens$y]
Yeah, Jets nigga
The planes and the Taylor Gang, man
Lamborghini wings and champagne
Jets and Monsta Beatz
Bitches, now Taylor Gang that
Bitches, now Taylor Gang that
Jets, holla at Wiz

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not really, but that's the way the weed got me feeling
Gondola rides in Venice
Mami you got the vision and I see in HD
And it couldn't be any clearer
You should be with Spitta
And you know that this your chance
Don't blow it like birthday candles
Good guy Spitta keep his name outta them scandals
It's not a secret, I prefer my girls in sneakers, never sandals
Posing naked in only a pair of Nike Vandals
Bottles pop, back to back
Extra large chronic sack
Cellphone, camera's out
Mama I remember that
Anytime I look at that
I go to wondering where you at
So baby where you at, with it
I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
And maybe we get back up in a minute
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