Coolie In The Cut

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Uh, I got my California green and my New York bitch My new car clean, you should see that bitch Jet Life do they thing, every boss get rich Bringing ounces, only personals get lit Been doing this, ever since I touched my first cent I was hella bent on touching that wealth, bitch Now I'm toasting to my health, making them niggas sick By myself, top shelf, where the best sit, uh Gucci gloves on my fingers Pointing to the man and I see him in the mirror High ass, money making, risk taking Niggas hating, Chevy skating, fresh from the weed nap Ready for that wake n' bake [Hook x2: Trademark Da Skydiver] I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as fuck Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once Cause I be [Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver] All I got in this world, is my balls and my word A few pounds of the herb, four dimes and six birds And that xanny I swerve, out in New Orleans I'm boss My eastside niggas say word, getting it like the first and the third Now when it come to my pockets, it's a must I see profit Mingo Barnes I'm the man, smoking grams, counting grands Nice kicks, I'm the shit, stupid bitch get off of my dick You niggas nosy like chicks, ear-hustling all in my mix Catch me riding 'round with my tops down Smoking on that kill, you know my weed loud Mingo baby, real nigga, you can't keep down I'm too high, eyes low, you know I'm cheefed out [Hook]