[Intro]

(Keep the E in it)

(Chevy’s on switches, bitch we smoking weed in it)

(Don’t post me in your pictures, if you can keep a secret)

(We can always kick it, rule number one don’t)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

I put myself in another bracket, I took the hate, and I made magic

Took the shit away in a safe, stack it, on a rainy day in a Bape jacket

I ain’t gon’ stay, but she keep asking, made my escape, she hit the bathroom

Sent sad face emojis, lil bitch tried to throw the guilt-trip on me

I’m high, and I’m only feeling money, she outside, want attention from me

Nah, ma, aha, I’m out, I’m bout

Dollars, meanwhile, I’m in, conference

Peep-game [?], this fourth-quarter, we lock-down shit

Redecorate houses, they speculating about us

They get shaky when they come around us

Paper-makers run the town, bitch

They put my young dawg behind the wall because his gun had a switch

Laws stay the same, won’t be too long

He be right back gettin’ rich

In a little bit, in the field, it’s real, banana-peel slipping getcha killed

Gotta hold these scroll up to the light, you won’t reveal

The message that I slip inside ‘cause I keep it concealed

Like that nine, low-riders slide, the shades don’t cover her third-eye

She be on my side, cause niggas be on some shit sometimes

Sittin’ in my car acting like she on the phone

But it’s really on

You in the danger zone, and you ain’t knowing

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Put in a cheat code, my neck and wrist froze

Hop out of the Rolls, and stunt on these hoes

If I’m in the mode, you know she’ll go home

You already know, it’s best you move on

Put in a cheat code, my neck and wrist froze

Hop out of the Rolls, and stunt on these hoes

If I’m in the mode, you know she’ll go home

You already know, it’s best you move on

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]

Took a brick of dope to a different bracket

Re-rock the coke, I’m good with fractions (I am)

I add and subtract, super mathematics (Uh)

Fly young crip, I ain’t never attached (Crip)

Stay Chrome-to-the-bone, don’t do Bape jackets (Drip)

Had to upgrade my status, I still tote them ratchets (Hey)

Buy son a Glock, now that bitch automatic

Smoking on a cream, even told Spitta I don’t burn papers

But I burn paper, spot me a opp

I’m about his top, to my niggas, no shock (Bow)

Doernbecher Jordans copped (What)

Crosses on my leg and socks

Cross me, A.I., upping chops

And-1, Hot Sauce, shooting shots

I really be tryna chill though

Copped the new crib, couple mill’ hoe

Copped the new whip, with a new blick

With a new clip, it’s a dildo

I been tryna rap, and stay out the trap

But don’t make me snap, ‘cause I’ll kill hoe

Then it’s game over, in a matte-black Range Rover

[?] hoe

(Maxo, Maxo, hey)

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Put in a cheat code, my neck and wrist froze

Hop out of the Rolls, and stunt on these hoes

If I’m in the mode, you know she’ll go home

You already know, it’s best you move on

Put in a cheat code, my neck and wrist froze

Hop out of the Rolls, and stunt on these hoes

If I’m in the mode, you know she’ll go home

You already know, it’s best you move on

(You already know, its best you move on)