[Intro: Curren$y]
Alright, yeah, yeah
Curren$y the Hot Spitta
Fly Society
We don't really know the arrangement of this song, so
We just gon' get it where they fit in

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Rickety Rocket was my favorite cartoon
After marriage come the honey moon
Now I'll be damned, gag me with a spoon
And something 'bout Popeye, and Alice the Goon
I don't remember that line all the way through
But I remember the group name was Nice & Smooth
I wondеr what ever happenеd them dudes
I wonder what ever happened to my new
Pitbull puppy when the hurricane came through
'Cause pet finders said that she was rescued
Musa had one, they said they had his too
But when we hit the shelter we saw nann two
Of them dogs, fuck wrong with y'all
Matter fact I think y'all tryna come here to fraud
But I ain't gonna take the white approach and go to the laws
I ain't even gon' trip
My n***a Henry breed 'em, so I can get another pit
But I hope mine snap and ya ass get bit
[Chorus: Curren$y]
We get love from all these bitches
Because they feel us in our lyrics
We never talk it if we don't live it
'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics

A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it

We get love from all these bitches
Because they feel us in our lyrics
We never talk it if we don't live it
'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics
A lot of n***as—

[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Addicted to the money, I'm just going where the dough is
And ma, I don't mean to be rude, but there the dough is
Stay fresh to death, rhymes be the dopest
Used to live trife, now I'm flossy like [?]
Came for the C-notes and chips and the tokens
And yeah you a boss bitch but can't knock my focus
The clock's ticking and I gotta get it over with
Nice jump shot, n***a done it like Kobe did
Pop the cuffs, a cage couldn't hold the kid
Grind hard, stack money like Sosa did
And now I'm buying liquor, coppin' dro
Told Spitta I'ma get the n***as, you go get the hoes
Yeah, and we gon' have a gangsta party
Still protected by the guns with no safeties on it
I stack cash with the big faces on it
Cop whips where the paper plates be on it
Got that from being patient, homie
Yeah, it's Young Roddy, fly boy
[Chorus: Curren$y]
We get love from all these bitches because they feel us in our lyrics
We never talk it if we don't live it
'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics

A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it

We get love from all these bitches
Because they feel us in our lyrics
We never talk it if we don't live it
'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics
A lot of n***a—