[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, I got my California green and my New York (*##$
My new car clean, you should see that bit

Jet Life do they thing, every boss get rich
Bringing ounces, only personal's get lit
Been doing this, ever since I touched my first scent

I was hella bent on touching that wealth, (*##$
Now I'm toasting to my health, making them ^!$$%s 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 $$#, money making, wrist taking

^!$$%s hating, Chevy skating, fresh from the weed now
Ready for that wake n' bake


[Hook x2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as $#&@
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
In that zammy I swerve, out in New Orleans I'm boss
My eastside ^!$$%s 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 Bonds I'm the man, smoking grams, counting grands
Nice kicks, I'm the %#@!, stupid (*##$ get off of my dick

You ^!$$%s nosy like chicks, air hustling all in my mix
Catch me riding 'round with my tops down
Smoking on that kill, you know my weed loud

Mingle baby, real ^!$$%, you can't keep down
I'm too high, eyes low, you know I'm cheifed out


[Hook]