[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Higher than ever, gray leather
Head rest, 2 letters, double S's
I love them Chevys to d**h
These n***as fakin' they ready for gettin' they lines on set
I don't know how to play they role, they more inclined to play themselves
I just live amongst them trees
Bakin' goodies, keebler elves
Smokin' with them b**hes got em' focused in the kitchen
Pots whippin I'm chillin'
My and my n***a' grub like kings and then we dippin'
Interstate, lane changer, Rover Rangin' 96
Lighters flickin' like them blinkers
A motivated stoner mind blown but I be thinking
Matchin' Benzes in ten days kid, live to talk about it like Ace did
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We just worryin' bout the money them b**hes gon' come
We just worryin' bout the money them b**hes gon' come
We just worryin' bout the money them b**hes gon' come
n***a pay that up front like the Ferrari trunk
[Verse 2: King Chip]
Yeah my n***a we in this b**h
Smokin' strong that's the long
Got some sh** that get you gone
YSL, Dior Homme
I'mma do this whole verse without no punch lines
King Chip really livin' f** the one time
Spitta hit me up when I was in Vegas, like you need some weed?
I say hell yeah must have read my mind, where it be
Twelve thousand dollar outfit in that Tech G
I don't owe nobody sh**, King Chip debt free
Matter fact, couple Cleveland k**ers owe me
I can tell 'em keep it, have 'em run up on you no P
Locked inside my head, hella weed, hella dead cops
Me and Spitta smoke too much to not have dread locks
Stalking haters on my Twitter, sniping 'em with headshots
b**h a** eighth grader, f**ing hater dead now
Damn that n***a Chip is crazy, maybe it's the weed, Spitta
E'rybody know that ain't nobody cold as these n***as
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