Jekell N Hyde

[Intro - Styles P] Monsta Beatz nigga Ay [Verse 1 - Styles P] What you know about go getters and JET setters Gun holding niggas that'll see what the Tech gets us Pizz-ound, bid-irds nigga, play the cid-urb You can get rich or die like you deserve Me I'm in the sun flying nigga, trying to swiz-erve Money off the work or the nouns and the viz-erbs If you got fire kush nigga, light the hit-erb Puff that, pass that Bitch coming through with an egg in her asscrack Numbers like NASDAQ The house and the condo look abstract Every time I hit a blunt I get a flashback I'm that nigga, that nigga am I Tell that bitch suck a dick, me and Spitta is fly Said I'd quit selling bricks, but no quitter am I Yeah I'm in there nigga, or I'm out there nigga Shot shit, sold work, I got clout there nigga Yeah [Hook - Curren$y] Whole code mafioso How we come through the door, mafioso flow Fucking bitches counting dough, mafioso How we roll sitting low, mafioso flow Jekell and Hyde When checks on the line you better know Jekell and Hyde When checks on the line you better know How we flow mafioso, come through the door mafioso flow [Verse 2 - Curren$y] When they turn out the lights I'll be there in the dark Smoking good with my bitches on the hood of my car Planning to take it all How many of them jars you got dawg I need a dispensary on empty street Niggas don’t know if they're fans or they're enemies All I know for sure is your girl sure digging me Roll whole code mafioso Roll with my D block homies In the drop Chevy box with the gold D's on it Riding low, highed up, stunting on them hoes Laughing, counting dough Jekell and Hyde, when checks on the line Dawg you better know Them niggas say "Get off of the set" then you better go 'For you can't leave no mo', at least on your own Treacherous crescent I roam Hi honey I’m home On my balcony, with a tray of Beignets, and my bong [Hook - Curren$y]