[Verse 1: Curren$y]
$#&@ what you say lil ^!$$%
I just smoked your Rolex

Right hand in his boot homes
Might have you a roach left
Your girl gonna promote Jets

Anywhere she go yup
That's why you be so stressed
That's why you be so pressed

Not sure where we go next
But I collect that show check
Make her money every night

Just to say what I write
So high under flashing lights
^!$$%s will kill you for this life

^!$$%s will kill you for this ice
But diamonds look good on me right
They gonna hate you anyways

That's what I heard Gucci say
So early tomorrow morning
My new foreign on them Forgi's

I'm stacking we back to touring
Brung some cars with us we towing
Two buses, two trucks with trailers

Eight Impalas on it, yeah

[Verse 2: Corner Boy P]

^!$$%s hate but I still love 'em
[$#&@ my?] saying I ain't doin' enough for 'em
Same ^!$$%s who watched my growth

I would've rode for 'em, took one for 'em
These feelings they friends get
When they feeling like you getting rich

Changing on me like N-O weather
You don't get no pass, you supposed to know better
Grind for it it'll come to you

%#@! I shouldn't be the one to tell you
I'm living proof when I'm sliding through
I'm something else ho they ain't tell you

Them diamonds on me like they ?
We on top ain't falling off
And life's a (*##$ it $#&@ed plenty ^!$$%s

You gonna need more than a condom homie

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