What The Fuck Lyrics - Here - Curren$y

This thing of ours 

Got me driving sports cars 200 miles per hour 

Parked outside a 5-star hotel lobbies 

Drunk models leaving the bar legs all wobbly 

Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement 

This how life get, when you pilot with the owners, the one's who set prices 

Bringing that green sticky cactus to your cypher 

I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers 

Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners won't define her, jeans designer 

My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even coming 

I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma 

Put that on my momma, that's gonna look so good on my momma 

When I put that on my momma, and so continues the saga 

Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped bottles 

Them bitches bought their own way we ain't even have to buy 'em 

Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly Mafia 

Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal 

Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it 

Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a helicopter 

Spit that ignorant shit but I deliver it so proper 

You couldn't see me with binoculars, church homie gospel 

Impossible to do it bigger than me we dope colossal 

Talking money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils 

Triple OG some y'all niggas to childish, can't eat round me' 

Bring them little boys to McDonalds they playing 

What the fuck 

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We pull V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance 

We in the building now, rooftop never been up here huh? 

You can't come through alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes 

Take it all in love, you around some grown men 

The chosen know when the going get tough, the tough roll up and keep right the fuck going 

Champagne pouring every morning, celebration God kept us we made it 

He ain't let them haters take us 

He gave us another 24 hours to scour after that paper 

A towel where I lay up 

Little momma in a Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup 

For wherever the day may take us 

Skybox suite catered, Clippers versus Lakers 

Los Angeles vacation, a little work a little of that playing 

I'm saying... what the fuck 

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