[Intro: Curren$y] All the way 1000. Even my runaround coupe caught Yeah rabie, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Park the Modena at the marina Life La Música de Harry Fraud
[Verse 1: Curren$y] Diamond Rolexes 'cause life precious Space age carbon fiber, lightweight metals This edition that I'm drivin' in is somethin' special This what keepin' it real could get you Any women that you want might let you At this level of success there's hella angels and devils Lamborghini Diablo, wingspan, open doors, coke in her nose She left the restroom hair in a mess, livin' kinda fast boo But not too quick for me to move past you Ignore the lower ranks, plus I'm watchful of the banks Crunch numbers over brunch, make that work for 'em Watch how quick we get it all done We'll be stuntin' all summer Corporate ladder, climbed every rung Some of my homies started out as runners But it was born hunters with a crazy hunger Only fed by money, bring me more money Roll a joint out of a onion My Bentley outside runnin' Pilin' bread in the safe like it's a oven Bread in the safe like it's a oven Got a closet full of Bathing Ape, Rolls by the dozen Too much sauce stickin' to the money Spend it up, we got some more comin' Jet Life, s-s-surf hoe, smoke somethin' To keep it a thousand with you, girl, my coupe cost four hunnid And that's before I put the rims on it Got the Wraith instead of the Ghost I thought that bitch was haunted
[Verse 2: French Montana] Yeah Stop talking, knock the walls down Started from the porch to in a Porsche now Drake to the left, J-Lo two doors down Drop head, snipe, then the ocean get 'em lotioned down Niggas that rushed too likely in a coffin now And all the robbers turned corporate now Martin had a dream but he didn't tell you the nightmare You fear life 'cause you thought life was fair If it ain't rap, Birdman till I'm Rich Forever Tryna to get my health n mills together Never took her on a date Only cooked it right in front her Wasn't Benihanas, it was Subway Busy like a one-way, closet like a runway Penthouse Khalifa Tower tryna keep my high up Ask Crack, who put the Bronx back? Grindin' for all that, crib you need four maps
[Outro: French Montana] I do it for Chinx, Coke Boy legendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
