Drive Curren$y (Ft. Styles P & Young Roddy)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Dirty ashtrays, empty bottles of champagne
Tryna find my way in this maze, which is the game
Bitches and gold chains, pistols and diamond rings
More than my fair share seen, been on the scene since I seen
Niggas make green, used my common sense it seemed hella easy
But it took a grip a time pimp, believe me
Just wanted to make moves while my dudes was still alive to see me
Do it like I was doin it for TV
Me and 2 Chainz blew hella trees
Take your Maserati, hot as I set em' down on Chevy seats
Love you dealin' wit a G
Your club for audio drugs, 16 bars is a key
1 mixtape is a whole barge, load it down with that sneeze
We record it, we float it in, it's movin' in them streets
The monumental movement got that music for the fiends
Be cautious, this boss shit, be mindful when you speak
Gotta read between them lines to find whats hidden in these beats

[Chorus: Curren$y]
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive
It ain't what you drive it's where you park
It ain't where you park it's where you live
It ain't where you live it's how you die
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, yeah
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive
It ain't what you drive it's where you park
It ain't where you park it's where you live
It ain't where you live it's how you die
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, yeah