Curren$y - Misty lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby We... uh ( Black Metaphor) [Verse 1] Watching the waves crash Jamming to my podna Ohgeesy, he make them slaps Over by my LA woman, she got the gas, exotic turkey bags She fu*k with me ’cause I dress good and I make her laugh She ain't even know how good she had it until I smashed I ain't been gone five minutes, she wanna know if I’m coming back Trying to lure me in with pictures of her wearing something skimpy But I won't let her get me, only that money can tempt me Gotta be about them Benji's, only millie's worth my energy While my bro keep his eyes peeled for the enemies Gray sweats, white Air Max, Penny's first edition Vintage Magic satin Starter jacket go perfect with 'em Pro ballin' regulation Spalding, Wilson, y'all some Nerf ni**as You play that game ’round here, you might get hurt ni**a The south still got something say, Jet Life all day Self-made millionaire, I done that sh*t my own way Life behind a mask, have the cars there when we land Sliding with my H-Town podna, we in the slab Studio later on, that’s millionaires in the lab Watch costs a car, the car costs a house Changing lives off of rap but it's bigger than that Recalibrate and then attack ’cause the game changed so fast I think about my young homie, he be out on the ave He's super talented but he so in love with the streets I swear it make me sad I tell him 'bout that sh*t like every chance I have But I respect it, he a young boss and he in his bag I hope the industry recognizes [?] superstar [?] and he leave that life in the past Put all his homies on so they don't crash Invest that money smart and make it last Roll something fat, now watch his empire expand (That’s my man) [Interlude] Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby We smoking weed in it, don't post it in your pictures If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it Hitting switches on Chef Highway dippin' Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round your ni**as [?] suspicious Yeah, yeah, ayy [Verse 2] Bring me by my LA woman, she got the gas Sliding with my H-Town podna, we in a slab By my Miami b*tch, she got the fake ass But she make real cash in a flash [Outro] Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby We smoking weed in it, don't post it in your pictures Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby Jet Life, Jet Life East side, on mind, it's like every time Several lowriders outside in a line Trying to pick one to drive, can't decide Roll a joint, get high, make up my mind Yeah