Yeah (Yeah)
Where haven't we been yet
Spitta, n***a (Fear and Loathing in New Orleans) Yeah
(Fear and Loathing in New Orleans)
Bitches know the planes got it
Months after month, after month, after month, n***a

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Smokin' these grapes, that’s potent fire
Rockin' these grapes, they Jordan 5's
I'm in the city where any n***a could die
So I gotta watch my enemies and friends with a close eye
While I'm just turning to obtain
My place in this game, my name is on these streets
My name is my name, talk that fly shit on old beats
But I murder new tracks just the same
You ain't got a buzz yet, that's just a shame
FS Jets, when on bubble like poured champagne
G-5 in the sky, I'm on that plane
The flight was kinda long, but I can't complain
Rollin that Kush in Zig Zag papers, reading that new edition of Vapours
I'm cool with computer dudes, and fools who commit capers
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
[Verse 2: Mr. Marcelo]
(Young, Celo)
New Orleans, Louisiana, choppers full of banana
Clips, so monkey-ass n***as live in the trees
Celo live in the streets, and sleep with a Tec
Cause there's a lotta n***a dying, and I ain't 'bout to be next
I burn rubber in my old school Chevy
Danny Glover on me, boy, I keep my lethal weapon
It's Curren$y, the last don, Marcelo's [?]
The streets or the beats, I'm a motherfuckin' veteran
Victor Newman to the young and the restless
Charles Bronson with the [?],and I'll leave ya a death wish
Yeah, I been getting my cash up (Say that)
Since I was a juvie, dude kept a toolie
So when I came through, n***as would back they ass up
A lot of wack n***as reppin' my city
But you can't be a boss if you talk it and don't live it
If I say it (Say that) I did it (Say that)
A grip for the jeans, and a stack for the tennis
It's big business over here little n***as
And the tops don't drop, they peel little n***as
And the tops don't drop, they peel little n***as

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Three piece offset wheels
Symbolise the signing of new deals, so trill
I feel, when it comes down to it
I'll be considered as one of the best to ever do it
A couple n***as had a chance to make millions with the planes
But they blew it, a couple n***as was surprised
But I wasn't, 'cause I knew it, Spitta can't lose
Cause the boy's Parker Lewis, I paid dues
Now I pay you to do it, if don't wanna do it
Hittin' switches in the Chevrolet, I'm six-duece-ing
Hydraulic pumps make the car body jump
Studio killer, you just a hard body punk
You do what you are allowed to, homie, I do what I want
Dropped the bomb ass tape last month
N***a, you happy that I'm back, don't front
What you about to witness is big business, kid
Big bosses cocky, and big Benzesses
Movie writers, business men, and gangsters