[Verse 1: Curren$y]
For Cuban linx
Yellow gold, January cold, my mink

I'm from the the school of old, check out my ring
I won a super bowl of hash, I saw the Mona Lisa blink
Not falling off my $$#

Cause I lean like the Tower of Pisa on stained glass
At the church, funeral services for this beat
^!$$%s tryna steal my style, I can hear 'em in my sleep

Like young thieves outside tryna break in your Z
28 or your Double S, they hit your Trans-Am
For your big nose hood and you know them fools man

And I swear that ain't no good, but I'm not surprised
Cause it's all fair in the game
Of $#&@ing these (*##$es due to your street fame

This %#@!'s wicked, deserves a documentary
Deadstocks on my feet, I'm walking ancient history
^!$$%s is beast hype, tryna be like what we write

Ain't nothing but that Jet Life

[Hook: Trademark (& Young Roddy)]

I'm talking stacks in the walls, floors, ceilings
A house made of money, feel what I'm building
(Cause this rap %#@! just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)

(Cause this rap %#@! just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)

I'm talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the armoire

Constant reminders of what the $#&@ we grind for
(Cause this rap %#@! just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap %#@! just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)


[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics

I'm, from the city of choppers clappers and levee crackage
All levels completed, (*##$ I'm All-Madden
Smoking out the E-Class wagon

It's just that "to the airport" action, I am more Mr. 2 Door
Still running triple O game on my new hoes
More than one time was I told that I was too cold

Gucci Mane, tryna be grizzly burr on these hoes
Foundation laid, and from that, a mansion rose
When my driver bring yo (*##$es home, ask her how that Caddy roll

You can tell that she was with daddy, just smell her clothes
Money and smoke, that's all I know


[Hook]