[Intro: Curren$y]
Weed and instrumentals
Combination couldn't be more simple
(Got legendary company this evening)
(They'll introduce themselves when it's their turns)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Vaulted ceilings, countin' up what we made—
From this rap drug dealin', shooters weapons, concealed 'em
But it's nothin' to peel 'em, if they get the feelin'
The block hot, I'm chillin', top drop, ya boy sittin' front the spot
Honeycomb wax wrapped around that OG anthrax
My mind blown, open up to new things
What that large money bring, cars from yo' dreams
Mash that pedal, make that coupe sing, performance cone
Serenade us all the way home, when I get there—
My chair will be a golden throne, wrapped in the rarest fabrics—
That only the royals own, the soil of New Orleans
I grew up and started ballin', homes just ate
I still scramble like I was starvin', what is you n***as wanting
Push-button startin', turn my car on
Keys open doors, escape tunnels in the floor
All I ever did was serve it to em' raw, yet they want more

[Chorus: Fiend]
I was up in my brother's stash
Was just fourteen years old
And no, I ain't a murderer
I'm outchea makin a killin', hoe
Jets in the motherfuckin'
J-J-Jets in the motherfuckin'
Counting money never ever get borin'
Soon as I light this we tourin'
[Verse 2: Mr. Marcelo]
When I say I want it all, I want it all or nothin' (Yeah)
I tend to stay high l, so I don't fall for nothin
Every day I'm hustlin', turnin' nothin' to somethin' (Real talk)
My youngest OG is a socket, because I plug him (OG)
Far as the streets, they love me because I flood em (Yeah)
Big dawg, give it to 'em raw, I don't cut em
3-6-9 I tend to roll with a dozen (Yeah)
Ex-drug dealer, my car's clean as my money
Probably smell like a onion, in my own zone
The only time I'm runnin is if it's behind the money
You name it I done it, I be runnin' the options
So anything I did, I came away with a profit (Real talk)
Banked it, spent it, gave some to my partners
My hustle gotta n***a money growin like cotton
I was pitchin' work like I pitched for the Pirates (Yeah)
CEO money, I ain't even go to college

[Chorus: Fiend]
I was up in my brother's stash
Was just fourteen years old
And no, I ain't a murderer
I'm outchea makin a killin', hoe
Jets in the motherfuckin'
J-J-Jets in the motherfuckin'
Counting money never ever get borin'
Soon as I light this we tourin'
I was up in my brother's stash
Was just fourteen years old
And no, I ain't a murderer
I'm outchea makin a killin', hoe
Jets in the motherfuckin'
J-J-Jets in the motherfuckin'
Counting money never ever get borin'
Soon as I light this we tourin'