[Intro: Curren$y]

All I wanna do is help you share the weight

Priest, let me in

I just can't be somebody else you gotta deal with

I love you

Same old shit I been talkin', goin' down everyday in New Orleans

Life

La musica de Harry Fraud

Same old shit I been talkin', yeah

New Jet City

My homeboy just came home, got a corner office in this

Brick by brick, this rap hustlin'

We ain't never gon' die

I never got paid to give a fuck

Too motherfuckin' live for 'em

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Cadillac Seville, mama what it is

Green peanut butter interior love, get in here

Bitch, get it in, got a whiff of this shit uncle Snoop sent for Christmas

Twist this, ya girl said she would come with you but she didn't

Home girl slippin', she missed it

Fuck her, we livin' it, Butler's where I'm livin' in

No busters, my niggas, all of us authentic

I show you how to play the strings like guitar center

Thunder shook the ground when the gods enter

My car make the same sound when I start my engine

Pardon me as I write over the margin, open up the market

Look what I started, theatre in my house home box office

And that Chevy rollin' out like the red carpet

Hoes out tonight, I wipe down my Ferrari

Same old shit I'm talkin' goin' down everyday in New Orleans

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Never been paid to give a fuck

Might as well blaze another one

I never got paid to give a fuck

We might as well blaze another one

I never got paid to give a fuck

We might as well blaze another one

I never got paid to give a fuck

We might as well blaze another one

[Verse 2: Young Roddy]

Started out three niggas became a business

On my king size mattress lay my mistress

First nigga from my set to make history

I got a picture on my wall of a Bentley

Picture my father was a hustler that's whats in me

Picture how I used to pedal work on my ten speed

Plus the rent due I gotta make the ends meet

But I gotta show I gotta buy that Fendi

Or purchase Louis they tell me don't be stupid

So in my Nike Airs I grind 'til I'm Gucci

Plus the hurricane, it made me out to be a looter

The place I call home turned me into a shooter

Yeah but hip hop enabled me the future

'Cause I get focused, spit like I'm toothless

But all that fake shit got me ruthless

Like fuck you, pay me, I don't give a fuck sue me

I'm trying to make some bread for my junior

Smellin' like a pound of that exclusive

I never got paid to give a fuck

So I might as well blaze another one

[Outro: Young Roddy]

Life, I rep that shit fo' life

Yeah, I never got paid to give a fuck

So I might as well blaze another one

Come here