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[Verse 1: Curren]
Daytime â lights on
Hell yeah Iâm frontinâ but you love it
I donât hide, bitch, Iâm high when Iâm in public
Even in my everyday ride I be stuntinâ
This is nothinâ, really, you should see me Sunday
Iâm from New Orleans, love, so you know how Iâm cominâ
Hop out that Impala, left the motor runninâ
Thereâs my lilâ homies front that store, they ainât gonâ touch it
âSpitta, where you goinâ?â
Iâm finna make the money
I come through in that bread truck, everybody hungry
I be tryna keep it low, but the streets be talkinâ
I heard they think Iâm sellinâ dope, on them walkie-talkies
They worse than them bitches, them bitches be stalkinâ
Outside checkinâ for which car a nigga parked in
She said she from Belize, but she can speak Ferrari
I roll that tree and write a song about it in the morning
[Hook: Curren]
Pull up in that⦠and them bitches start choosinâ
Choosinâ, choosinâ, choosinâ, choosinâ
Pull off in that⦠and them haters gonâ lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Pull up in that⦠and them bitches start choosinâ
Choosinâ, choosinâ, choosinâ, choosinâ
Pull off in that⦠and them haters gonâ lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Pull up pushinâ buttons, blowinâ OG like itâs nothinâ
Marijuana fussinâ, smokinâ loud, itâs no discussion
Black and yellow, black and yellow, somethinâ out of nothinâ
Choppers like the Russians, bust your head, thatâs a concussion
Full-time grinder, all-the-time hustlinâ
Bitch Iâm from the âBurg, so you know that I be thugginâ
Made it from the bottom so in God we put our trust in
Certified stoner, get up raw and put a nug in
âRaris, âraris, âraris, Lamborghini, hara-kiri
Suicidal doors, tell the owner I said âsorryâ
Pull up in that Uno, pockets felt like sumo
Taylor Gang or die, Jet la, la, la, laâ¦
[Hook: Curren]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My homies, we sold pills, the motive is chrome wheels
Pullinâ up to Club Live, makinâ them hoes peel
My niggas was way trill, wardrobe was unreal
My Cuban was Spanish gold, so vintage was my Gazelles
Iâm talkinâ The Facts of Life, can I just have a slice?
Backseats at the game, âBron havinâ a night
Let âem go check the stats, âcause all I want is the racks
Even movinâ the merch, Iâm gettinâ sixty a hat
MCM on my luggae, Reebok makinâ me butter
Be hittinâ Cuban cigars, bumbaclot, he think he does this
Double M, we the hottest on the fuckinâ turf
Iâm goinâ straight to Heaven, crib built like a church
[Outro: Curren]
Pull up in that⦠and them bitches start choosinâ
Choosinâ, choosinâ, choosinâ, choosinâ
Pull off in that⦠and them haters gonâ lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
- Album:
- The Owners Manual
- Stoned On Ocean
- The Legend Of Harvard Blue
- Andretti 11/30
- Pilot Talk III
- Even More Saturday Night Car Tunes (EP)
- Cathedral Music
- Canal Street Confidential
- More Saturday Night Car Tunes EP
- Saturday Night Car Tunes
- The Drive In Theatre (Mixtape)
- New Jet City
- Muscle Car Chronicles
- Here... (EP)
- The Stoned Immaculate
- The1st28
- Jet Life (Single)
- Cigarette Boats (EP)
- Priest Andretti (Mixtape)
- Verde Terrace (Mixtape)