Bales

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Smoking a hundred dollar joint Major presentation, nigga Power Point Homes, hesitation never been a choice Early bird gets the Rolls Royce Baby cakes Duncan Hines moist Cause that money make her come anywhere I am She not dumb anytime she hear my voice Like a money machine luxury fiend Do anything survive the cobra's clutches Hopscotch hot coals on solid gold crutches bitch cold Ice man can't touch it half court raining buckets Star struck bitches behaving like lightning hit 'em Hold they hearts I'm in the building Oh lord Andretti killed 'em When they swung that '76 glass house three wheeling Surveillance vans parked up the block tryna peep the dealings Like I don't see them I tell my bitch to bring them a nice pitcher of ice tea since they thirsty Out right parched for the downfall of a boss Homie not me soon as one ends another one start this is season six We take the food plate and table cloths from a sip off rip lock your shit [Verse 2: Young Roddy] And I find myself blunted One million dollar thoughts I'm just tryna make some money Turn my rainy day sunny Frank White style, my city I run it, skinny nigga turned chubby For safety my burner under my Rugby Either hate me or love me I'm purple label my luggage Uh, I try my best to dodge trouble You see Spitta my brother, you catch us puffing in public Trill nigga one hundred better yet one thousand Good God, will I make it out this jungle I'm just a nigga from the bricks with a bitch who's from London Big dog Bill Russell from a bucket to a Hummer They say the good die young I've seen the pretty turn ugly They either shoot [?] at a bitch I shoot [?] They heard me to my stomach so his momma cry a puddle 420 vision from up here’s mad blurry