Curren$y
U Wish

[Verse 1]
You dream about that lifestyle
We live that shit out right now
With no major label budget
FS Jets get multimedia coverage
Don't think outside the box, I thinks above it
Crab-ass n***as can't carry my luggage
Blue-on-blue damier print
You ain't got one on these, quit lying to them bitches
We G, you puss, these hoes know the difference
Between good weed and the shit y'all give 'em
I smoke good with 'em, before I hit 'em
They fall in love, I fall out laughing
Atlanta, throw parties in mansions
Turn down invites to ones in the Hamptons
Slide hoes in from M-I-A
They roll out weed, we record our tapes
Everybody know me, you seen my face
On websites run by those with good taste
Chillin' in a Bape t-shirt
Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Mary J. Blige concert

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Because the hoes is on us
These n***as hating on us
But we don't pay attention
We just get paper on them
These hoes know how we do it
We make that fly-ass music
You wish you could drive these cars, smoke this weed
Fuck these broads, kill these beats
[Verse 2: Trademark da Skydiver]
N***as know the the deal
Trade stay fresh, plus flyer than a Lear
Yellow stones on my neck, no diamonds on my ears
Riding in the whip, big rims, no tints
So when I pass up the strip, you can glance in the whip
It's a sunny day, doobie rays compliment the wrist
Smelling like a pound of piff, I just blew down a zip
Hundreds on deck like we printing counterfeits
Pockets open up like the doors on the new six
Bitches rushing in like a blitz to catch a glimpse of the kid
He stay fly from the shirt to the kicks
I'm so high, I'm in the sky like a solar eclipse
Blowin' piff and gettin' high to the words that we spit
FA Jets, we taking over this shit, fear and loathing in the finest gear
Fly Society designer wear, n***a, it's our year
FS Jet set, n***a, we outta here

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Because the hoes is on us
These n***as hating on us
But we don't pay attention
We just get paper on them
These hoes know how we do it
We make that fly-ass music
You wish you could drive these cars, smoke this weed
Fuck these broads, kill these beats