[Intro: Curren$y]
(La-da-da, la-da-da)
DJ Fresh

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Same thing everyday
N***as gotta press the line
Make sure that I add to the paper stack
‘Fore I go back inside
N***a rolled up a fat one
I got the hard top fo’ and the rag one
Hella cars, lowriders and the fast ones
Press the code, trap door when you stash some'
This a selfie jernt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self made, hand out, never asked for ‘em
In the Porsche, console got thе passport

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah, her ass fat, but her mind wack
I don't dig it ‘causе some other n***a did kick it with you
I'm 'bout business and the figures associated with it
I got richer proving suckers wrong, who didn't listen
The game encrypted in every verse, n***a
I seen you bringing that girl lunch to work, n***a
She clocked out, came straight to my turf, n***a
Jet life, ice drippin', hoes surf in it, uh, yeh
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Same thing everyday
N***as gotta press the line (La-da-da, la-da-da)
Make sure that I add to my paper stack
‘Fore I go back inside (Eastside)
Just rolled up a fat one
I got the hard top fo’ and the rag one
Hella cars, lowriders and the fast ones
Press the code, trap door when I stash some'
This a selfie jernt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self made, hand out, never asked for ‘em
In the Porsche, console got the passport

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
(DJ Fresh, Paul Wall paper, aye, aye)
I'm on the grind, getting mine post-haste
It's money to be made, not a moment to
Waste
Tryna block me from my paper, please about face
I got expensive taste, big paper I chase
Big faces in my pocket, plus the bread in the bank
If you think the game is easy, then you did not think
Dedication to the mission, with precision I aim
I'm onto the next hustle, I don't care who's to blame
When the plans went south, l climbed my way out
Put that shit in the past, found another route
Nothing's gonna to stop me from stackin’ my commas up
Partner, l'ma grind till my time is up
As long as Cadillac keep making cars and Johnny make chains
I'ma find a way to stack me some change
It's diamonds on my fangs, and candy on my drop
And all of it came from the black top, from grinding’, getting guap
(You know what I'm talmbout?)
(You know what I'm saying?)
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Same thing everyday
N***as gotta press the line
Make sure that I add to my paper stack
‘Fore I go back inside
Just rolled up a fat one
I got the hard top fo’ and the rag one
Hella cars, lowriders and the fast ones
Press the code, trap door when I stash some'
This a selfie jernt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self made, hand out, never asked for ‘em
In the Porsche console, got the passport
This a selfie jernt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self made, hand out, never asked for ‘em
In the Porsche console, got the passport