Marcus Camby Curren$y & Harry Fraud (Ft. Jim Jones & Tommy Wright III)

[Intro: Curren$y]
La Música de Harry Fraud
Yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Briefcase, backseat, paper, tape to the freak
From her titties to her feet, just gotta get up to the plane
And then we obligation free
Nervous still, behind the iron curtain as I light the kill
Before I take the stage, start a rage when I speak, 512 Ferrar'
Manual transmission still buggin', I don't drive it
Just look at that motherfucker erry mornin'
Perhaps a birthday gift to one of the homies
But he done bought himself one by now if he really want it
'Cause we hustlers, we don't wait for nothin'
While them other fools be frontin'
The dealer calls to inform us what they got comin'
Just in case we want somethin', my bitch been chillin' lately
So perhaps a cabriolet Mercedes, maybe not
Perhaps a Rolex with the box
While them other suckas shop at the pawn shop
For jewelry, the block is hot, the ice cold at my house
Nigga, I'm cooler

[Pre-Chorus: Curren$y, Tommy Wright III]
Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, yeah
Never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thang
Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, yeah
Never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thang