[Intro: Curren$y]
Jets n***a, now where haven’t we been yet (They look up to the Jets, n***a)
Jets n***a, now where haven’t we been yet (They look up to the Jets, n***a yuh)
Jets n***a, now where haven’t we, yeh

[Refrain: Curren$y]
And I'mma keep rollin' up
Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up
Fool all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up
Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah
And I'mma keep rollin' up
Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up
Fool all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up
Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah Jets, n***a, as if I had to say it, Spitta
In the middle every bad bitches playlist
ITunes bangin' from my hotel room, nothin but beats bitch
Fuck it when I die, I can sleep, bitch
My momma need a bigger crib so I need this money Jake
King Kong ain't got shit on me
My face is a coupon, I don't know them but they know me
Bitches pitch it, like pitchers
But I'm smart not a wild swinger, careful at what I'm hittin'
Burners in the sofa cushion, careful where you sittin'
Ain't into nothin' crazy, keep it for them crazy n***as
G fizz fly, holla at Wiz, catch the Steelers
Smellin' like high-time at the fifty-yard line
Ushers bugging wanna check our tickets
[Refrain: Curren$y]
And I'mma keep rollin' up
Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up
Fool all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up
Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah
And I'mma keep rollin' up
Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up
Fool all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up
Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
And um, my n***a, the planes back
Gettin' full off of dinner, but save scraps
Never know when a rainy day may hap—
-Pen pictures out of my life and bitches
I Taylor gang that, me and Spitta
Spend a grand at the bar, buyin' drinks for my n***as
Hoes sellin' they souls just to be with us
On the road with winners, champions
Ride smokin' weed to myself the only reason they stress
Because I'm on the level you can't be in
And I flick the middle finger to fake friends
We live like when the loyalty is strong you can't bend
We the planes, and all of my n***as stamped in billionaire clothes
Out in Vegas fucking millionaire hoes
I'm in the air solo, you nowhere near close
Wouldn’t have took the road this young'un here chose
Smokin' it by the O
[Refrain: Curren$y]
And I'mma keep rollin' up
Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up
Fool all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up
Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah
And I'mma keep rollin' up
Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up
Fool all I know is go, won't let them haters slow me up
Stashing for my unborn, they ballin' when they old enough, yeah