Curren$y - Bob Marley lyrics

[Verse 1: Juicy J] Yessir D & DMG We Tripping man (Yeah ooh ooh) DIV is where you find me at Higher than the seats on my private jet Four door Lambo I'm buying that I'm mad cuz them b**hes ain't designed it yet I'm smoking on loud tell them b**hes be quiet If a n***a keep hating, he gonna make me start a riot Could've bought a house but I spent it on a ride And if I get any higher I'm a really start flying Tell me what you know about that Taylor Gang sh** We be popping champagne just to pour it on our b**hes Leave the club with a girl I ain't never gonna forget She slob on my knob but she don't spit Get trippy as I roll out with my n***as out in Dallas Look at Juicy J, he balling like the Mavericks Me and all my n***as, and a bunch of automatics If a n***a roll up on me, I'm a let a n***a have it [Hook: Bob Marley] Come on and stir it up, I would say little darling Let's stir it up, come on baby (we tripping man) Come on and stir it up, yeah little darling Stir it up, woah [Verse 2: Curren$y] Jet Life, Jet Life Turbo charged bars, slide cars on tracks falling off gang stars In these rap wars, ain't nothing band aids won't cover Touring with seven deep coverage, live bands two buses My own cash no budget, no major label fundings Jets baby We went from crawling to walking to running you can't say nothing You undergag order, hopping out of Audis hurting y'all with kicks I'm the Transporter, think about it never mind, you ain't gotta I'm already on some whole other, word to your motherf**ing self Nobody else gonna do it for you, nobody else every night Then someone will offer you help but they ain't doing nothing Till they really see you trying to do something, I ain't bluffing Kush puffing, on you jive turkeys, stuffing stocking with these gifts… [Hook: Bob Marley] Come on and stir it up, I would say little darling Let's stir it up, come on baby Come on and stir it up, uh yeah little darling Stir it up, woah [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] Taylor, uh Top floor, 454 fully restored, nice wheels red bottoms galore Being honest they don't make ‘em like you anymore We the hottest in my, keep me the calmest We'll be dancing with the stars and throwing peace signs at the comets We'll be posing for the cameras when they bring us on the carpet Eating breakfast in the morning while we reading all the comments, like Ooh girl, oh man y'all see her Got me like I'm a spend my whole life with you And make the perfect wife out you, and now them other… [Hook: Bob Marley] Come on and stir it up, I would say little darling Let's stir it up, come on baby Come on and stir it up, yeah little darling Stir it up, woah, ohh ohh We Trippy Man