[Verse: Curren$y]

One for the money, yes sir, two for the show

But I ain't steppin on the stage until they count up all my cash flow

Aw man, then your mans go in the Twilight Zone

Wantin' to be left alone again, at home listening to Soulja Slim

I spread that dough out, rolling pin, slice it up

With my closest friends as the grimey globe spins

I'm riding, tryna keep dirt off my rims and my name out'chea

Stay poppin’ up at the red carpet in my green Tahoe

With my Las Vegas bitch, and one of yo’ hoes, highed-up

I like what she working with, that's why we hired her

We put her on the set, tattoo calligraphy letters, “Jets”

Love and respect, we passing you the fuck up Ain't passing you none of my bud, that's why you standing 'round us, bruh?

Are you accounted for, who brung you?

You don't speak the code, bro, yo’ slick tongue done hung you

You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through

I'm in the bank line, empire

I built this for us to eat inside, this the lunch room

Outsiders looking wild hungry, fool

Shut the door so they don't see us, light a joint or two

[Chorus]

I stopped in the mall the other day, I heard a call from the other way

Where I just came from, some nigga was sayin’ somethin’, talkin’ ‘bout

Smoke somethin’

Stopped in the mall the other day, I heard a call from the other way

Where I just came from, some bitches was sayin’ somethin’, talkin’ ‘bout

(Smoke somethin’)