[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Up getting high 'round seven A-M
And my girl start bitching about my friends
Because last night, n***as was going the fuck in
I stumbled through the door, cloud nine, cloud ten
Yeah, that was 'round four, say three hours ago
Now I'm smoking out the crib, picking out clothes
What I'm most comfortable in, my khaki cargos
Monte Carlo, when I think of somewhere to go
I scan barcodes tryna see what it's hitting for
Slamming my car door too hard, you can't ride with me no more
I don't need a chain or a whip to get with these hoes
Word to the homie Wacko, they fuckin' with me natural
Factual, studies show your bitches go Hannibal
Tryna eat a n***a alive, that’s what this rap shit do
Them police is after you, n***as getting mad at you
Jet Life, from this high can't see shit unless that matter to you
Uh
You tryna be the boy they wonder what had happened to
I tried to be the man, I did more then I plan to do
I did my thing I snatched it before they could hand it to
Earthquake motor, the road I'm doing damage to
The paint a murder, the doors a suicide, fool
You may die no lie, and this is very true
I'm online, like a dot com
Constructing these bars like I'm building a prison
Locked in, though I gotta be out of my mind
I'm parked, I'm sparked, I'm chillin', you can burn with me
But them n***as gotta stay outside
[Hook]
Diamond in the back, sunroof
Counting up a stack in the drive thru
Bass slapping, what the G's ride to
Wondering what this is, high tunes
Diamond in the back, sunroof
High fool
(Countin' up a stack) When I ride through
Got a fifty sack in my shoe
(Wondering what this is)
(Diamond in the back, sunroof)
(Counting up a stack in the drive thru)
(Bass slapping, what the G’s ride to)
(Wondering what this is, fool)
(Wondering what this is, fool)