[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
La-da-da-da
La-da-da, da-da
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
280ZX, Mercedes and 'Vettes
Celebrity guests, write heavy checks
Can't disclose it all, but know I'm about to ball
The fuck out on y'all, money talk and diamonds speaking
Got your hoes tweaking, they big-upping the boss
Like she needed a reason to get lost in the evening
And take it off, she done it cause she want it
She was so womanly I called her mama, though she younger than me
She was only twenty when she come to me
I laced her with a lil' game, she gave me a lot of money
Though I never asked for a thing, higher than Saturn's rings
Living in the clouds before I stepped aboard the plane
Gourmet cheddar trays and champagne
Rolex presidential campaign
Critics hating that's a goddamn shame
They done Jim Morrison the same thing
Riders of the storm smoking in the rain, mane
[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah
La-da-da, la-da
Yeah, la, da-da-da
Fell out with some n***as as I got richer
Lost my main bitch as I got richer
She ain't dead, I just ain't fucking with her