Coolie In The Cut Lyrics - New Jet City - Curren$y

Uh, I got my California green and my New York bitch 

My new car clean, you should see that bit 

Jet Life do they thing, every boss get rich 

Bringing ounces, only personal's get lit 

Been doing this, ever since I touched my first scent 

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, wrist taking 

Niggas hating, Chevy skating, fresh from the weed now 

Ready for that wake n' bake 

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 

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All I got in this world, is my balls and my word 

A few pounds of the herb, four dimes and six birds 

In that zammy 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, air hustling all in my mix 

Catch me riding 'round with my tops down 

Smoking on that kill, you know my weed loud 

Mingle baby, real nigga, you can't keep down 

I'm too high, eyes low, you know I'm cheifed out 

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