What That Is

[Verse: 1 Young Roddy] And It's still jets at ya throat mang And I'm still hearin voice from that po' man Fuck getting rich let's get wealthy For sure mane What this audio dope, but niggas still a dope mane Word to my brother trade, high stay roasted Jets over everything niggas know my slogan Sliding in the two door coup, picture me rollin Bitch wanna get paid better get with the program And I'm tryin cop that Porsche for the summer nigga And let's keep it real them other camps ain't fuckin' with us And I might be young but I ain't on no new shit I'm in my Jet gear Yeah I rock my crew shit With no stunt double my life a movie Uh, I've never been a fan of excuses Blow smoke in the face of a nuisance And if it's us against them you know who's losin' Owwwww [Hook:] Ah is you crazy Welcome to our winner circle baby Uh my nigga & it's still Jets over everything I put that on everything Uh is you crazy Welcome to our winner circle baby Ah my nigga & it's still "Good Sense" over everything I put that on everything Owwww [Curren$y talking] One Time We gotta thank Young Roddy for putting this together, making this possible This next joint I light for Max B tho..... [Verse:2 Curren$y] Uh, this one got me thinking about a mark 7 Lincoln, sinkin', in the interior Smell that beautiful stankin'? Fort Knox my bracelet, my pinkie Don't be mad at me Talk to God, that's who's giving me Anything I ask for Wait until you see my next car Smokin' big the bigavelli's bars Bitch rollin up jernts just as fat as her ass is, dog Man, how did I get here? Worked so hard, want this shit so bad Greatful for what I got but hustlin for what I don't have Posted with my bitch from the Bay Thinking of ways to stay rollin' up and gettin paid [Hook]