[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, I got my California green and my New York b**h
My new car clean, you should see that bit
Jet Life do they thing, every boss get rich
Bringing ounces, only personal's get lit
Been doing this, ever since I touched my first scent
I was hella bent on touching that wealth, b**h
Now I'm toasting to my health, making them n***as sick
By myself, top shelf, where the best sit, uh
Gucci gloves on my fingers
Pointing to the man and I see him in the mirror
High a**, money making, wrist taking
n***as hating, Chevy skating, fresh from the weed now
Ready for that wake n' bake
[Hook x2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as f**
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Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough
Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust
Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once
Cause I be
[Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
All I got in this world, is my balls and my word
A few pounds of the herb, four dimes and six birds
In that zammy I swerve, out in New Orleans I'm boss
My eastside n***as say word, getting it like the first and the third
Now when it come to my pockets, it's a must I see profit
Mingo Bonds I'm the man, smoking grams, counting grands
Nice kicks, I'm the sh**, stupid b**h get off of my dick
You n***as nosy like chicks, air hustling all in my mix
Catch me riding 'round with my tops down
Smoking on that k**, you know my weed loud
Mingle baby, real n***a, you can't keep down
I'm too high, eyes low, you know I'm cheifed out
[Hook]