[Intro: Curren$y]
That's jazzy right there
Yeah, oh-oh, hold up, oh
Bring it back, bring it back
Yeah
(It's Gangstra Grillz ya bastards!)
Yeah, Hot Spitta
Yeah, chick snatcher
YM, young and sexy
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Just can't help this fetish we got for fuckin' other n***as hoes
They recognize us wherever we go
So it's easy for us to get 'em up out of their clothes
Come on homie, you know how it goes
Just respect the fact that we the n***as she chose
We just a bunch of young n***as with dough
So we leaving with her and you'll be leaving alone
Young Money, n***a

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah, no matter where I'm at, no matter where I be
I'm recognised by these girls in the city streets
Some of 'em get the wrong idea about me
And say I'm nothin' but a D to the O-G
Nah, that ain't right and that ain't tight
They think I'm only out to hurt 'em, but that ain't nice
So I'm just playin' the field, getting it where I fit in
A lot of drama in the relationships that I've been in
So now I'm going solo, lock downs a no-no
You never know, homeboy, I might be hitting your hoe
Yep, I've always had a problem with that shit
Dip in another n—, yo, to see how the grass hiss
'Cause you know they say it's greener on the other side
So when you go to work, you best believe I'm swingin' by
You see, I love women but I'm addicted to hoes
So I'm in my car, yeah, [?]
[Chorus: Curren$y]

[Verse 2: ???]
Ayo, ma, I could take you from nada
The Fendi to Prada
New York, doing a week, weekend Bahamas
New condo, no more living with your mama
Make your bedsheets, chinchilla your pyjamas
Let me knock it down like they did to Saint Thomas
Nah, I don't eat, ma, I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer
I could have you living like Ms. Dolce & Gabbana
Have you living life like your girl Jane [?]
Put you in a Rover, take you out of Honda
Slide me the cocha, here's that anaconda
Let 'em be your boyfriend, [?] be your man
Your only plan B for the time you can't stand

[Chorus: Curren$y]

[Verse 3: ???]
I spit a lil' game just to get her open
Bumping Stephanie Mills, shit, mind blowing
Y'all don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
I'm tryna fuck her in the mouth, you tryna be a man
And hold hands and tear them all up
When I'm the late night, n—, that's your call up
She love my demeanour [?]
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Since I'm the best I walk with extra gestures
Lead on my hip for the textbook testers
Write me with a pen and put your name at the end
I'll invite you and a friend to a game, and I don't ball
But you would swear I hit the game winnin' shot and all
The seats don't fold, baby girl, this the floor
Ugh, baby girl, this the boy
I please a lot of ladies
So please say the, please say the
She say the baby
I'm a young macaroni, with cheese
My girl from Belize, she never wanna believe
I'm a rapper she'd just rather think I'm handsome and sweet
Told me [?????] when I'm in it real deep
Love how I get ill when I get real street
Like Bushwick Bill, bitch, gimme three feet
I'm so Hollygrove, mama, hope you feel my gangsta
And if you do, I don't blame ya

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Just can't help this fetish we got for fuckin' other n***as hoes
They recognize us wherever we go
So it's easy for us to get 'em up out of their clothes
Come on homie, you know how it goes
Just respect the fact that we the n***as she chose
We just a bunch of young n***as with dough
So we leaving with her and you'll be leaving alone
Young Money, n***a
[Outro: DJ Drama]
This is a dedication! (Gangsta Grillz)
Rest in Peace Soulja Slim