Trademark Da Skydiver - Coolie In The Cut lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Uh, I got my California green and my New York b**h My new car clean, you should see that b**h Jet Life do they thing, every boss get rich Bringing ounces, only personals get lit Been doing this, ever since I touched my first cent 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, risk taking n***as hating, Chevy skating, fresh from the weed nap Ready for that wake n' bake [Hook x2: Trademark Da Skydiver] I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as f** 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 And that xanny 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 Barnes 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, ear-hustling all in my mix Catch me riding 'round with my tops down Smoking on that k**, you know my weed loud Mingo baby, real n***a, you can't keep down I'm too high, eyes low, you know I'm cheefed out [Hook]