[Intro: Curren$y]
Yea... Life
Type sh**...
You need to have a driver for this
Type sh** you ride home too
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
n***as too talkative
Chatty Cathy a** simps, I'm on this bossin' sh**
My homie just came home, he got a corner office in this
Empire, I constructed brick by brick, this rap hustling
Tennis shoes, t-shirts, lunchboxes, f** it
If it could be sold then lets do it, if it could be sold we gon' move it
I got the driveway to prove it, crazy high, but I'm not stupid
Blood hound know where the loot is, bring my homies straight to it
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
My b**hes gettin' high to the music
My gangsta bros before me show me exactly how to do it
You only gon' get out it, whatever you put into it
So I go extra to make sure my sh** come with the leather
The sunroof, the carbon fiber, Alcantara whatever
Navigation, blue tooth, all kind of sh** I never use
Sittin' in that skyline, the style of a stockbroker
Storytellin' weed slanging pot smoker
Revolutionary, rollin Chevy till I fall over
Told em, bury me a G and let my momma have the cheese
Though I'll never die cause the music livin' in the streets
That's all that matter to me
Cause this other sh** ain't real, them hoes just f**in' because of that deal
These n***as livin' life with you until they just get jealous and you get k**ed
I'm just ridin',smokin',prayin'
That the lord keep them away, and we keep gettin' this money
Cause we legends in the makin', I'm sayin'
...life