[Verse 1: Curren$y] No tint on the window, still can't see if I'm in it Cause my seat back low, and my car full of smoke Can't stop for them b*tches, tryna get in this dough Chandelier these ceilings, Italian marble these floors From my one bedroom apartment who knew where I would go I didn't pay they cut my lights they pay me now I light up shows Ridin' round in my Rolls, in my terrycloth robes Various hoes is plotting to get carried over thresholds But I'm already married, me and this paper we so mofu*kin' happy together I swear I was good but it made me better Paved the way for the capital letter, B Stoned like a statue of me perpetually Let me roll [Hook X2] Money coming in, records coming out My ni**as getting rich, b*tches at my house All this sh*t I got Plotting on a million right now, it'll never stop [Verse 2: Young Roddy] And if you talkin' bout chopping a brick then count me in If you talking 'bout hitting a lick then count me in If you talking 'bout selling some pills then count me in Told my homie I'm gon' win, but his reply was when If you talking 'bout selling some piff then count me in If you talking it's gon' get me rich quick then count me in If you talking 'bout stacking some chips then count me in Cause my baby need some shoes, my girl need half on her rent They tryna nail me them coppers they tryna nail me Jet Life, Mackavelli good guy faith don't fail me No stranger to this danger rolling with my Mac-11 All black Mac-11 man them ni**as hella jealous Not just smoking it I sell it, tryna make a million Had to get it on my own, wasn't nobody else gon' give me A goddamn thing we was taught sky's the limit Never quitting keep pushing stop b*tching at least we living [Hook X2]