[Verse 1: Curren$y] My style got her open, she wanna fuck and I know it I'm gon' make her wait for it We'll sleep on it tonight but we gon' handle that tomorrow A half ounce in the morning That's gon' get out there going Drinks over ice pouring Selecting from my wardrobe, hella shit I never wore before Still got the tags and the barcode Mob style secret doors Shots of evon after the bar close I'm an artist putting on clothes You only bought it after you seen me on it, be honest bro Been cold, been in killer mode Been on billboards, collecting checks for those Been buying Rolex's with those Rode to Texas and back I had to smoke like twenty cones Plug the money machine and now I'm counting it my eyes closed She rich and kinky, Chanel scarf for her blindfold I pull up on her, smoke her out whenever her kids gone
[Chorus: Curren$y] I'm over high Never coming down To hard to live Yeah, but we too real to die We made for this Yeah, yeah Propose a toast to the life Nigga, we made this shit Picture your family being set for life
[Verse 2: T.Y.] Look, shit Bitch I be grinding, I make paper everywhere I go I stay on game because these niggas wanna see me lose Fuck with you heard if it ain't got nothing to do with JLR I'm quick to replace a bitch if she don't play a part Three piece my rim but I'm thinking I should've got 'em gold If you could pay attention baby, you could help me bag these o's Get this bread with me, follow me on a golden road Drop some money in some stocks, now I'm just watching it grow
[Chorus: Curren$y] I'm over high Never coming down To hard to live Yeah, but we too real to die We made for this Yeah, yeah Propose a toast to the life Nigga, we made this shit Picture your family being set for lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
