[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
It's like divin' out the plane
Once that music hit our veins
Tins of Rose Champagne
Mascara telling her tale
Revealin' her pain
She smilin' at the same time
She so high
We could live forever tonight
They'll never catch us, we'll never die
If you ain't scared to fly, it's rainin' outside
Ralph Lauren, duck boots, will suffice, slidin' high
Anita Baker serenaded my drive
Counted my first million dollars and I couldn't blink my eyes
Nowadays I'm used to it, I be smokin' while I do it
Crops is poppin' 'cause I grew it
On the flight, I'm actin' stewardess
Writin' the truest 'cause I actually do this shit
Who it is

[Interlude]
You take some bleach, never take it all
And what you get
They won't even want to get you
Police warrant, but guys get paid to shelf here
Everybody wants to get it, too
But if we do get a lot, no matter what, show you what you got to lose

[Intro 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Know what I'm sayin'
Can't drink, I'm just gone dribble on this muh fucka right quick
Ya dig?

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Ay yo, Bentley leather ready red
I do it like a Jill
She don't think the sex come with head?
I dodge a bitch like Neo
Pussy you ain't thuggin', you Huxstable nigga, you a Theo
Pyrex vision, pot got me pipin' hot, nigga, Tapatio
Me and Diego move like Frankie White and Cesar Leo
It's more than just choosin' your fingers up, and you deep with us
You ain't eat with us, you ain't sleep with us
Must of shot .223 with us
Pack ran outta Ack, nigga
You ain't never fiend for that lean with us
It was stomach aches, heartbreaks
Warrants off the missed court dates
Eviction notice, 'bout to call the county
Said the rent about a million months late
White shit, now that's the type shit
That put a nigga in a murder mindstate
Roll a blunt and lace it with the girl
Got a nigga zooted in another world
Got the Toni Tone on the desktop
Like a Mac Pro
Mom and pop ain't really have the job to get me Lego blocks
So, I stacked dough
I always tell my nigga Mac council
Seen a one hundred thousand on the trap flo
Got the strippers in here bustin' packs down, blow her back down
She a trap hoe
Got the shooters at the front and back do
Yeah
Yeah, yeah