Smoke Sum'n Lyrics - Verde Terrace - Curren$y

[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 calligarphy 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] 

Got 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 smoking something. 

Got 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 smoking something. 

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] 

Let me gon' light me one up for all my trouble 

I'm chillin with this bitch who think we make the perfect couple 

But she trippin, I'm sippin on some bubbly with no bubbles 

It's me, that's who, I put this shit together like puzzles 

I'm puzzled: is it me or niggas is lame? 

You're coward-hearted, yellow, lemon merengue 

I'm about to change my name from "Dwayne" to "Deranged" 

To be a billionaire I got a shot like Danny Ainge 

My gang wear red, your bitch a air head 

But I still break her off like a fuckin chair leg 

And Tunechi, ya heard me, you don't deserve me 

Swag so sick so injury reserve me 

I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban 

But knowing me, I'll prolly ollie up the curb 

Then grind down the rail only with my tail 

Pause. 

[Hook] 

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