[Intro: Currean$y]
Yeah, we fly these too
It beats walking, or driving what you driving
Yep
Should I say helicopter set?
That don’t really ring well with “where haven’t we been yet”
Yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Overseas in Japan, politicking with Chan
Armoured luxury sedans pick us up when we land
I glide like Rolex second hands
Gold diggers tryna get around my money knots like rubber bands
Fresh as me, don't play yourself, where I shop—
The shoes move through the room on conveyor belts
You copping bootlegs tryna fool yourself
Somethin' fishy 'bout ya kicks, like tuna melts
Rap n***as is W-W-F
Beef one minute, then they hugging the next
I ain't come for new friends, I come for the checks
See how many n***as I'm with, where would you fit?
Haters see me in the CL
Upset their stomachs, like late night Taco Bell
Seen somethin' bad pumping gas at the Shell
Creep up slow like a snail
Got shorty number, and I bailed, forgot it before I turned the corner
Just wanted to see if I could get her, I didn't really want her
I'm a outcast, Stankonia
Send ya bitch back with that that weed stank on her
[Verse: Trademark da Skydiver]
Skywalker, high off the lime torture
Glide by in a flying saucer
Came in Porsche with the top off it, rims sparkling
Engine roaring, performance package for the extra horses
Fuck a Charger, I'm thinkin' larger
My weight classs in the upper market, Lamborghinis and Ferraris
Fresh jeans and some Nike SB's with my name on 'em
The watch clean, but the chain harder
FS Jest set, we take flight like a fighter squadron
N***as hate, but they bitches on us
This a circle filled with bosses, so we ain't really trippin' off 'em
Movin' through the game, like we stuck in fast forward
Where the cash at? In my pocket, next to my passport
'Bout to duck off like brick in the dashboard
Model chicks and foreign whips, what more could I ask for