[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Travelled the world and the seven seas
Louis trunk full of...
Turn it up a little bit for me
La música de Harry Fraud
Uh

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Travelled the world and the seven seas
Louis trunk full of drip, couple pounds of weed
Get me through a few weeks
Met this one freak in a sports bar, her uniform booty shorts and a sports bra
Soon as she clocked out she hopped in my sports car
You looking for her, she's with me, we like ten floors above y'all
All time penthouse, lyrics so descriptive
View is vivid 'cause you know I never spit it 'less I lived it, dig it
I'm sitting in that Chevy on a mission just dippin'
I seen't a bad bitch, I hit the switch now she giggling
But I can't stop, gotta hit the lab and scrape the pots
Got it all open, air market like The Wire so we get it on
All the fiends is bangin' it through their headphones
The closed minded need their art spoon-fed to 'em
Bitch original and classy, so she gets flew in
And driveway full of classics, pick one, we could take a spin

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
I quit smoking with haters long time ago
New Mercedes with a ribbon on it in front my momma door
Actually I been cold bro, you just didn't know
Blindfold while I was on the rise without the local radio
Fuck it, I ain't need their support
The city showed up, I threw concerts and every ticket was bought
Champagne was uncorked, British luxury cars
I parked the R Large beneath the carport
Baby hit the weed and dozed off
A dream within a dream, she woke up still with a boss
Believe me I never hear them peasants 'cause they too far beneath me
Making it to this level, it wasn't easy
Dancing with the devil, could this so be
Long range game n***a, Pistol Pete
I could stop it right there and just let the beat breathe