[Intro]
(Keep the E in it)
(Chevy’s on switches, bitch we smoking weed in it)
(Don’t post me in your pictures, if you can keep a secret)
(We can always kick it, rule number one don’t)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I put myself in another bracket, I took the hate, and I made magic
Took the shit away in a safe, stack it, on a rainy day in a Bape jacket
I ain’t gon’ stay, but she keep asking, made my escape, she hit the bathroom
Sent sad face emojis, lil bitch tried to throw the guilt-trip on me
I’m high, and I’m only feeling money, she outside, want attention from me
Nah, ma, aha, I’m out, I’m bout
Dollars, meanwhile, I’m in, conference
Peep-game [?], this fourth-quarter, we lock-down shit
Redecorate houses, they speculating about us
They get shaky when they come around us
Paper-makers run the town, bitch
They put my young dawg behind the wall because his gun had a switch
Laws stay the same, won’t be too long
He be right back gettin’ rich
In a little bit, in the field, it’s real, banana-peel slipping getcha killed
Gotta hold these scroll up to the light, you won’t reveal
The message that I slip inside ‘cause I keep it concealed
Like that nine, low-riders slide, the shades don’t cover her third-eye
She be on my side, cause n***as be on some shit sometimes
Sittin’ in my car acting like she on the phone
But it’s really on
You in the danger zone, and you ain’t knowing
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Put in a cheat code, my neck and wrist froze
Hop out of the Rolls, and stunt on these hoes
If I’m in the mode, you know she’ll go home
You already know, it’s best you move on
Put in a cheat code, my neck and wrist froze
Hop out of the Rolls, and stunt on these hoes
If I’m in the mode, you know she’ll go home
You already know, it’s best you move on

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
Took a brick of dope to a different bracket
Re-rock the coke, I’m good with fractions (I am)
I add and subtract, super mathematics (Uh)
Fly young crip, I ain’t never attached (Crip)
Stay Chrome-to-the-bone, don’t do Bape jackets (Drip)
Had to upgrade my status, I still tote them ratchets (Hey)
Buy son a Glock, now that bitch automatic
Smoking on a cream, even told Spitta I don’t burn papers
But I burn paper, spot me a opp
I’m about his top, to my n***as, no shock (Bow)
Doernbecher Jordans copped (What)
Crosses on my leg and socks
Cross me, A.I., upping chops
And-1, Hot Sauce, shooting shots
I really be tryna chill though
Copped the new crib, couple mill’ hoe
Copped the new whip, with a new blick
With a new clip, it’s a dildo
I been tryna rap, and stay out the trap
But don’t make me snap, ‘cause I’ll kill hoe
Then it’s game over, in a matte-black Range Rover
[?] hoe
(Maxo, Maxo, hey)
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Put in a cheat code, my neck and wrist froze
Hop out of the Rolls, and stunt on these hoes
If I’m in the mode, you know she’ll go home
You already know, it’s best you move on
Put in a cheat code, my neck and wrist froze
Hop out of the Rolls, and stunt on these hoes
If I’m in the mode, you know she’ll go home
You already know, it’s best you move on

(You already know, its best you move on)