[Intro]
(Turn me up, Kino)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Trauma Tone)
Uh

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' her the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in a car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast

[Post-Chorus: Curren$y]
In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
Just so cold, you don't even know what you lookin' at

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' her the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them cars that go so fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast
[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
I'm walkin' home, home, yeah, home, yeah
You won't leave me alone, yeah, 'lone, yeah, 'lone
She order drinks to stay up (Up)
The .9 stay tucked
We ridin' all day, I got keys to the truck (Keys to the truck)
Finally found what it means to us (Us)
Suicide doors, it's a suicide bus
In the CSI leanin', it got all ten guts
Hit my jeweler up, rendezvous for all ten cuts
You tried to police her but she all for us
All for us, all for us

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' her the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them cars that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast

[Post-Chorus: Curren$y]
In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
Just so cold, you don't even know what you lookin' at
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Pulled up, window down, smellin' like a pound
Paint wet, nice sounds, whips too clean to touch the ground
That's a shame, it's the game, I can't change what I'm 'bout
Growin' wiser through the age, gettin' higher off the fly
She ain't do that shit for you, got with me and she was 'bout it
You wan' kill somebody 'bout it, you need therapy for your problems

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' her the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them cars that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast

[Post-Chorus: Curren$y]
In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
Just so cold, you don't even know what you lookin' at

[Outro: Curren$y]
In a '96 Impala, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron, when I pass
If you spot me then just holla
On the mash, grab it, split it
'Nother to the stash, uh