The Planes Got It Curren$y

[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Usually don't talk a lot, man
I like to let shit just ride out
Fly Society
Where haven't we been yet?
Shout out to the homeboys [?]
Higher Than 30,000 Feet

[Verse]
I'm so fresh to death with it
I been considering trading in my Bentley and driving a hearse
I'm high til it hurt, I'm higher than a hooker's skirt
Higher than the price of work in a drought
Lames don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout
But I'ma break it down for 'em real quick
Let me bring 'em back like a package that don't fit
Curren$y the Hot Spitta, call him Kool Aid mix, wait hold on
Make that Kid Crayola
So many colors in my diamonds and my clothes, bruh
Not sure what you heard, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
Magnolia Slim, I'ma hold it down for ya, told ya
Way back in thе G these munchkins wasn't half the man as mе
Though back in the game I was running with Master P
Now it's all Fly Society, they'll never get it out of me