Curren$y - Leaving The Dock lyrics

They shippin' that Lam to the crib while I'm on tour. When I get off of this bus, it's gon' be pedal to the floor. 'fore a n***a even set foot through the do' it's gon' be laps in that hoe. Dolo. Fool, I ain't got time for no b**hes. But I do gotta Rolex where my long sleeves endin'. A house on my wrist. A car on each pinky. I got all of this, from laughin' at them lames while I'm rollin' up my sticky. Lightnin' strike again. Jet Lifers, n***as always rewritin' history. Fools hear our verses & rewrite that sh**, they scriblin'. b**hes see my b**hes & consider tryin' women. I pulled up drunk. Talkin' sh**. In the lobby of my buildin'. Push the bu*ton in the elevator took it straight to the ceiling. Doors open in the livin' room, that's penthouse, pimpin'. Yehh, girl I did it. I'd advise you to play yo position 'fore you see another hoe in yo jersey tryna score thirty, ya heard me? A n***a been focused since I said Hi to her. We higher than the Eiffel. You s**as is like fools. Fool, who designed you? n***a, I was built to make sure this s**a sh** get k**ed. Homie Ima well, big muhf**in fish. Of course you gon' see a ocean where I live. Of course if I rolled it that's top shelf hemp. Of course she got them Jordans on tryna impress him. Titties out, when I fall in. Bring the whole city out. I did it for Slim.... Jet Life.