[Intro: Curren$y]
(Hey, I know where that bitch at now)
Yeah
We gon' keep it simple
Monstabeatz

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Weave in they hair, weed in they purse
Weave in the hair, weed in purse
Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk
In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us
Weave in they hair, weed in purse
Weave in they hair, weed in purse
Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk
In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Ain't nothing going on but the money and the power
Smoke one for my big homie, he just got back out here
I ain't gon say his name, cause he low key with it
But he know this rhyme for him, know he my OG, n***a
I pull up hittin' switches, with the killers blowin killa
I’m comfortable in them trenches than the war, zone chillin’
What I call home, New Orleans, where half of us is under surveillance
Some of our houses is still underneath water
Can't control the weather, but a bottom mama gon' do whatever I tell her
Cause since I came into her life it's been better
Forgiato helicopter propellers
Underneath Andretti’s new Chevy, doja, and fetti
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Weave in they hair, weed in they purse
Weave in the hair, weed in purse
Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk
In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us
Weave in they hair, weed in purse
Weave in they hair, weed in purse
Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk
In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us

[Verse 2: Fendi P]
I be comin' down, might be bumpin' strong, slidin' through
Don’t play wit me, bitch, I'm Fendi P, who the fuck is you?
In love with who? You gon' shame the devil, you gon' tell the truth
Chicken in my coupe, no KFC, just want fuck with me
Keep it real, all my cars is clean, smell like weed and weave
N***a please, you can't fuck with me, you can't smoke with me
Nike Air, on back all my threes, I gotta hella these
Twenty-three, jump like twenty-three, ain't no out-balling me
Hella weed, smoking hella weed, I buy my bitch new weave
Dollar Tree, trap out of Dollar Tree, I serve them by the three
Ninety-six in my '96, I'm smoking ninety-three
I bet you that she gon' be high as shit, soon as she leave me

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Weave in they hair, weed in they purse
Weave in the hair, weed in purse
Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk
In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us
Weave in they hair, weed in purse
Weave in they hair, weed in purse
Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk
In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Weave in her hair, that Brazilian shit, redbone
Hella thick, ass like a Brazilian chick, shaking on my dick
But naw, you no Kardashian
You an old North Memphis chicken, you ain't from Amsterdam
Got my fam with the extendos, foreign tinted windows
Blowin on that Cali, playing hoes like Nintendo
Memphis n***as, African decent, but we tote Russian sticks
N***as in my city kill police, we stay with this shit
Making a flip, making a play, any way to check doe
Off pills, or the yay, more dog food than a Petco
Heard you got them things, my n***a, what they hit for?
If the price is wrong, later on we pulls a kick-doe

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Weave in they hair, weed in they purse
Weave in the hair, weed in purse
Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk
In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us
Weave in they hair, weed in purse
Weave in they hair, weed in purse
Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk
In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us