Alert - Intellectual

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Never stop, 'til we pick up loot on every block

The roof of the crib got that helicop

Coupe move with new shoes and socks

Not to mention the masterpiece watch

Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings

Material things, wasteful, I know

But I just use it as a way to keep score, fo' sure

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Shit bigger than a 6 plus, this is us

The crew who you hide your bitches from

Jet Life homie, you tryin' to get rich or what?

Close the deal in a restaurant, power lunch

I had the veal with the parmesan

Bed of angel hair pasta it was resting on

Two mimosas, a to-go cup with Coca-Cola

Now I'm smokin', rollin', gas in my motor, sippin' my soda

We use the Pro Tools to break down boulders

My girl pull her own weight, with her sexy lil' shoulders

In the strapless Vera Wang, Alexander or whoever made it

I just know she paid it, it cost me Nathan

Sexy, cool, crazy

My baby like one of them hot 70's ladies

Under disco lights with her hips swayin'

To the music playin'

While I'm makin' major moves with the boss playas

Win or lose I was there, beginning to end

I paid dues so I'm included and you never knew it

Until you saw we did it you was still tryna do it

Lookin' at us lookin' like stars, and we lookin' at you stupid

Sucks to be you, kid... drugs in the music

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Boss playa, I'll ask what it cost later

Throw it in the cut like fuck it I'll floss later (fuck it)

In the mix like a cross fader

No DJ, givin' 'em no leeway (none)

We be everywhere from the mansion to the PJ's (hahaha)

Crown on the wrist, pound of the piff

Get around in the 6, ask the town I'm the shit (ask..)

But who's the niggas I'm shittin' on?

Come to money, you gettin' off or gettin' on?

You see that fly shit Spitta on (you see)

You see that fly shit Ghost on

The money and the weed, the guns and the Nikes

And the cars and the ice just might form Voltron (Voltron)

Or should I transform on 'em, they was goin' HAM on 'em

I was blowin' grams on 'em

They was showin' swag

I was blowin' bags full of strains

That niggas didn't never know they had (never, nigga)

It's Jet Life, I except life

It's not life 'til you come through livin' Block life

Carbon fiber stock pipes

I'm talkin' marble on the kitchen counter

You gon' smell like reserve if you sit around us (smell it)

Should I keep goin' or quiet up?

If you got fire, then fire up, nigga