[Intro: Curren$y]
The worlds freshest you bitch
WEZP New Orleans, New Orleans
Eastside
(Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
(Huh)

[Verse: Curren$y]
We had Bottega Veneta shades back in 2005
Me, Weezy, Mack Maine, we was in Hawaii
Always high, always fly, my n***a that’s I
Hate on me, dawg, and why?
I come through, I show love every time
Take the neighbourhood kids out cruising in the lowride
Andretti, keep a pound on my side
Can’t find the TV remote, fuck it bro, I’m going outside
SL600 got them Carlsonns on it
Once they see me in it, еverybody want it
But they can’t do it how I do it
Copying Curren$y, that’s countеrfeit, and useless, and stupid

[Verse: Ramirez]
Posted at the crib, munching, eating on some teppanyaki
Yo’ bitch on my line, tryna give a young playa sloppy
Thumbing through my hunnids while I’m playing Super Tecmo
Rami needing that white-glove service wherever I go
Swangin’ bending these corners, concrete ocean I'm surfing
Giving peewees the gospel, the game I’m giving’s a sermon
Chop the top off the ‘64, hit the switches and drop slow
Cousin just touched a hunnid, working straight out from Hit Store
(You know I’m saying, get you some money, mane)