[Verse 1: Curren$y] Rubber bands wrapped, all my knots My bitch pulled with a teacup yorkie in a Range Rover droptop Now I’m riding shotgun underneath the sun Thumbing through these $100 bills like 1’s Father fly, got so many rap sons High grade medicinal in my lungs when I swung on blades Severed heads bled in a pathway we fled All my friends are dead presidents so stack bread Clearly, homie, you been misled Foolish of you to listen to what a hater had said Life is a SuperBowl bet, million dollar point spread Covered like comforters on the bed Money tree leaves hanging like dreads Company currently on the run getting paid Company comfortably wearing diamonds on stage Making movies, killing beats, putting ‘em on the front page Yeah
[Bridge: Sample & Smoke DZA] [?] a lot of stuff on the boat, looks like he might be dumping some more stuff here, how many objects are there about five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen Really [?]
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA] Right, presidential crowns, presidential suites Door to door with the pack like I'm Uber Eats Like move ten of em maybe you can sleep I left the plug house at 12 he gave me two for free Drug money in our pockets The best part of it it's all profit The Never Die Corporation All these hundred together look at the organization Ice cold is my aura Put designer on my sons and my daughters Bullshit to the side, old dodger like Tommy Lasorda You talkin' stoner lifestyle you tuned in to the fathers Hm, I'm like why even bother these niggas liars? They makeup game on Sephora Pass me a lighter Smoke one for the illest squads Traditional mob This lil' thing of ours
[Outro: Sample] [?] looks like two people went into the water[?] I wanna know whos left on that boat [?] before someone else gets themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
