Smoke Sumthin

[Verse 1 - Curren$y] One for the money, yes sir, two for the show But I ain't steppin on the stage until they Count up all my cash flow Oh man, then your man's going Twilight Zone Wantin' to be left alone, again at home, listen to Soulja Slim I spread that dough out, rolling pin, slice it up With my closest friends as the grimey globe spins, I'm riding Trying to keep dirt off my rims and my name Out'chea stay poppin up at the red carpet My green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes Highed up, I like what she working with, that's why we hired her We put her on the set, tattoo calligraphy love the Jets Love and respect, we passing you the fuck up Ain't passing you none of my bud That's why you standing 'round us bruh! Are you accounted for? Who brung you? You don't speak the code bro Yo slick tongue done hung you You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through I'm in the bank line, empire, I build this for us to eat Inside is the lunch room, outside is looking wild and hungry fool Shut the door so they don't see us light a joint or two.. [Hook] I stopped in the mall the other day I heard a call from the other way Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something Talking about smoke something.. Stopped in the mall the other day I heard a call from the other way Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something Talking about smoke something..