[Intro: Curren$y, Ceto]
Yeah (Told you I got you, dog)
Also I do alot of talkin', keep all that
Fly Society collaboration
No album is complete without a weed song
Power and Money, Power and Money
Fly Society

[Chorus: Curren$y]
This is to whoever brought weed in the club (Weed in the club)
Go on blaze somethin' up (Blaze somethin' up)
Security ain't fuckin with us
They'll never use this as a radio single though
This is to whoever brought weed in the club (Weed in the club)
Go on blaze somethin' up (Blaze somethin' up) Security ain't fuckin with us, they ain't fuckin with us, yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
You still buzzin' off the hook, ain'tcha
You can smell the reefa through the speakers, can't ya
Ain't I one of the rеalist in the city
Why in the hell еlse would Ceti have hooked up with me?
Bad bitches, blaze somethin' up with me
Don't the music sound better now?
Drinks kickin' in, coochie gettin' wetter now
You lookin' for the exit, huh, mama, you ready to get nekkid, huh
I know, Spitta, n***a, I blow
Half a zip in the vip, behind the velvet rope
I give the flight signal, Jets know I’m ready to go
Back to the hideout, valet pull up the whips, ride out
Call the bitches we met in the club
Tell 'em meet us at the other house
The one my girlfriend don't know about
See how that weed got me runnin' my mouth
Fly Society, Power and Money, we out
[Chorus: Curren$y]
This is to whoever brought weed in the club (Weed in the club)
Go on blaze somethin' up (Blaze somethin' up)
Security ain't fuckin with us
They'll never use this as a radio single though
This is to whoever brought weed in the club (Weed in the club)
Go on blaze somethin' up (Blaze somethin' up) Security ain't fuckin with us, they ain't fuckin with us, yeah

[Verse 2: Ceto]
Got a half a pound in the club, no buzz, and I’m showin love
To my n***as and the DJ in the other booth
Security ain't trippin', he got a ounce too
Let my crew do what they wanna do
Yeah, it's a cloud, but we don't make it rain
Might make you forget about your old man
Yeah, that's the plan, nah, I'm just playin
But I’ma blow the biggest gull while the song playin
Eyes real low, over her we got nothin' but bad hoes
Nothin' but bad hoes, and all of them gettin blowed
Tonight’s the night you forget about your problems
And let the smoke solve them
Then leave with the Rich boys, in the nice cars, damn we livin' large

[Chorus: Curren$y]
This is to whoever brought weed in the club (Weed in the club)
Go on blaze somethin' up (Blaze somethin' up)
Security ain't fuckin with us
They'll never use this as a radio single though
This is to whoever brought weed in the club (Weed in the club)
Go on blaze somethin' up (Blaze somethin' up) Security ain't fuckin with us, they ain't fuckin with us, yeah