[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, race-cars and weed jars, n***a
Yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Raised lettering on my Hoosiers
Drag strips slicks, rear of the Barracuda
Them n***as ain't shit, just muhfuckin' poo-poo
Sissy-ass zeros, muhfuckin' fruit loops
Homie, who your hero? Who taught you your moves?
Z'ed in my limo, woke up in my hotel room
Hoes just following they noses, to my door
It's no joke, momma just roll it
You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight
You gon' get your turn on the doobie bitch, just wait
No beginner luck coming from me, this is just fate
Because I had faith, certain I can make it shake like turbulence
Sweet sugar babies all sleeping in my nursery
Walk in, suckas go to shuffling, nervously
Won't stop 'til I reside at the top permanently
Twenty-one joints burning for me

[Chorus: Curren$y]
And if you ain't got no rims, n***a
Don't get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let your paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch
[Verse 2: Nesby Phips]
This is to them n***as that think this shit is sweet
I guess it is, hah, 'cause I'm in first class, making beats
Sipping cranberry, no liquor, deboard the plane
Hoes stop me for a picture, I ain't tripping
Even though I'm a fall-back n***a, but that's how it is
When your crew on buzz, people do show love
Fall through and all my town n***as do roll bud
But leave them blunts in your car, cause we don't do those cuz
That's a mean pair of kicks, kudos love
Now she, cooking me breakfast, after lusting me for dinner
Figure she won't lose, cause she fuckin' with a winner
I told her game over, to reset press Enter

[Chorus: Curren$y]
If you ain't got no rims, n***a
Don't get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let your paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch

[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Mission Impossible completed
Obstacles are optical illusions, we don't really see 'em
They put rules in place 'cause y'all need 'em
Some people are like sheep, I got no mercy for the weak
Especially when n***as next to me, and ready to eat
I put 'em in position to get them, I'm getting me
Louisana, travel the Twin Span, looking for my music
It's bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand
Kawasaki Ninja on the kickstand, any minute I'm outty
Like four rings, truth in engineering, ya got me
Bitches longing to be by me
Hypnotic karate, talk that dress right off of her body
She so wet, she soggy from these verbal massages
Highed up, astrologist, smoking with your goddesses
Swore that I would do all of this
[Chorus: Curren$y]
If you ain't got no rims, n***a
Don't get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let your paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch