[Intro: Curren$y]

Yeah, race-cars and weed jars, nigga

Yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Raised lettering on my Hoosiers

Drag strips slicks, rear of the Barracuda

Them niggas ain't shit, just muhfuckin' poo-poo

Sissy-ass zeros, muhfuckin' fruit loops

Homie, who your hero? Who taught you your moves?

Z'ed in my limo, woke up in my hotel room

Hoes just following they noses, to my door

It's no joke, momma just roll it

You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight

You gon' get your turn on the doobie bitch, just wait

No beginner luck coming from me, this is just fate

Because I had faith, certain I can make it shake like turbulence

Sweet sugar babies all sleeping in my nursery

Walk in, suckas go to shuffling, nervously

Won't stop 'til I reside at the top permanently

Twenty-one joints burning for me

[Chorus: Curren$y]

And if you ain't got no rims, nigga

Don't get no wood grain steering wheel

But you can lay back, let your paper stack

Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch

[Verse 2: Nesby Phips]

This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet

I guess it is, hah, 'cause I'm in first class, making beats

Sipping cranberry, no liquor, deboard the plane

Hoes stop me for a picture, I ain't tripping

Even though I'm a fall-back nigga, but that's how it is

When your crew on buzz, people do show love

Fall through and all my town niggas do roll bud

But leave them blunts in your car, cause we don't do those cuz

That's a mean pair of kicks, kudos love

Now she, cooking me breakfast, after lusting me for dinner

Figure she won't lose, cause she fuckin' with a winner

I told her game over, to reset press Enter

[Chorus: Curren$y]

If you ain't got no rims, nigga

Don't get no wood grain steering wheel

But you can lay back, let your paper stack

Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch

[Verse 3: Curren$y]

Mission Impossible completed

Obstacles are optical illusions, we don't really see 'em

They put rules in place 'cause y'all need 'em

Some people are like sheep, I got no mercy for the weak

Especially when niggas next to me, and ready to eat

I put 'em in position to get them, I'm getting me

Louisana, travel the Twin Span, looking for my music

It's bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand

Kawasaki Ninja on the kickstand, any minute I'm outty

Like four rings, truth in engineering, ya got me

Bitches longing to be by me

Hypnotic karate, talk that dress right off of her body

She so wet, she soggy from these verbal massages

Highed up, astrologist, smoking with your goddesses

Swore that I would do all of this

[Chorus: Curren$y]

If you ain't got no rims, nigga

Don't get no wood grain steering wheel

But you can lay back, let your paper stack

Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch