[Verse 1: Corner Boy P]
Shit, n***a, my mind on the dough
Ridin' round in that bowtie, got the shift on the floor
You dont know where these n***as minds at when they plot on the dough
So I ride 'round, extra burner, extra clips in the door
Gettin' paranoid in the day, people might kick in the door
But when you paper chase, you chase that paper far as it go
Cause I'd rather be tired from hustlin', than tired of havin' nothin'
So I go out the way to make sure my pockets stay straight
N***a, I go a lil' further, same streets where they murder
Same streets I call home might lead me to a goner
But I ride for this corner, and ever n***a that's on it
I seen the best come and go n***as even die with it on 'em
And I can't call it, just answer every time that money is callin'
She call me doggish, but she only callin' me cause I'm ballin'
They all doubted, underestimated and underrated
It's all good, fuck them n***as, as long as they don't underpay me

[Interlude: Curren$y]
Yeah yeah
La la-la-la, la-la, la-la

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
My steerin' wheel wood, my weed hella' good
My rolex yellow-gold, I'm flexin on them hoes
Them bitches strike a pose, they hopin' that I look
I'm finna head home, love, you tryna get took?
Jet Life, and I wrote it down in Eli's book
I'm higher then the plane, we ain't writing down hooks
Couple bars here and there, couple honeys on the leer
See my camp get low, love can't stop the crooks
Rap moves for the paper, every caper, every juks
Keep gas in the scrapers, and them haters not my neighbors
Got some marksman assuring me that they on the roof
They help me sleep better, dozed off countin' cheddar
Woke up, washed up, rolled up to the loot
Polygraph in the booth, make every line a truth
And a eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth
Leave a lot of n***as blind, and unable to chew