Livin Lyrics - Here - Curren$y

[Verse 1:] 

Showroom Testarossa 

Leather in here softer than your sofa 

Who the livest crew that you know of? 

Smelling like a pound when we show up, more getting rolled up 

Hostess show us to our section, bring them bottles over 

Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the ashtray of the Rover 

That's my lil' homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded 

I play the cut 'til the nigga either bored or I'm hungry 

Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o'clock in the morning 

This thing we've built, got my money stacks on stilts 

Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her friends 

Saturday night card game, still ain't nothing changed, that's moms 

I love to see her having a good time 

Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner 

Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea it's still glowing 

This bitch rubbing on my car seats, she fucking rolling 

I do my thing and write about it in the morning 

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[Hook:] 

Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it 

Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it 

Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes 

Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living 

We niggas know we ride 

Nigga forever high 

We never die 

Jet living 

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[Verse 2:] 

I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm sitting on keys 

Pilot of the motherfucking J-E-T 

Now if you wanna join the team, you know you must see me 

But a sucker motherfucker's who you cannot be 

Big drapes in my crib, hoes getting good sleep 

Good rest, get up, go out, do they best 

On behalf of the set, bring it back to the G's 

I throw some to my bitch and spend the rest on weed 

Way more than you need or could ever believe 

In your lifetime your square eyes have ever see 

Nigga, on point flow, so infrared beam 

Choose sides 'fore we ride, nigga no in between 

Set some fire to that Raw cone 

Calling shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga 

The big chief, plotting all in my sleep 

Bumping Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my 

[Hook]