[Curren$y] In the grey flannel with the Sade jamming Double antennas on the pink Impala Spent some days planning ´fore we put it in action Gotta make it happen ´cause I´m for sure gon´ have it They was just laughing, but I kept mashing Now I´ve long sped past them to where the cash is Rainy day stashing, don´t hustle backwards Blessed to reach underground king status While maintaining relevance for some niggas is a challenge I´ma break it down for you so you understand it Jet Life, bitch, this is what building a brand is Just laying it in my end in Louis shorts and some Stan Smiths She picked me up in her Aston, a little bragging
´Bout how it wasn´t her man´s shit Mama, I ain´t even asking, that shit don´t matter Just bring me to my homie crib for weed and a Cuban sandwich Put that on the set like moving cameras I put on her the Jet like Louis baggage
[Blueface Ray] I wish you niggas had some type of guidance OG used to teach you, when you speak, I can tell you ain´t the brightest Why the hell you think I ain´t excited? My life is too for real, full of thrills, up and down, so I don´t write it They told me, "Treat it like chess" I Louis V all my luggage, these diamonds mean that I´m blessed I learned a lot from me thugging, this shit can change in a sec´
New foreign smashed with the puddles ´cause when it rain, you get wet I took her and bossed her up, it´s hard to fuck with the help And most of these niggas kids, I´ll beat your ass with a belt I grinded, don´t cry at all, I played the hand I was dealt It´s entertainment for y´all, they pay me ´cause I´m myself When the sun set, I talk to God, I´m grateful, my bag secure Me failing? Ain´t going broke to my homie furious I´m buying shit for my closet, might never wear it That medicine in me now, I´m feeling cured She told me to fly her out, now she on the Spirit I failed, but I´m still successful, look at the wheels