[Intro: Curren$y]

That's jazzy right there

Yeah, oh-oh, hold up, oh

Bring it back, bring it back

Yeah

(It's Gangstra Grillz ya bastards!)

Yeah, Hot Spitta

Yeah, chick snatcher

YM, young and sexy

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Just can't help this fetish we got for fuckin' other niggas hoes

They recognize us wherever we go

So it's easy for us to get 'em up out of their clothes

Come on homie, you know how it goes

Just respect the fact that we the niggas she chose

We just a bunch of young niggas with dough

So we leaving with her and you'll be leaving alone

Young Money, nigga

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Yeah, no matter where I'm at, no matter where I be

I'm recognised by these girls in the city streets

Some of 'em get the wrong idea about me

And say I'm nothin' but a D to the O-G

Nah, that ain't right and that ain't tight

They think I'm only out to hurt 'em, but that ain't nice

So I'm just playin' the field, getting it where I fit in

A lot of drama in the relationships that I've been in

So now I'm going solo, lock downs a no-no

You never know, homeboy, I might be hitting your hoe

Yep, I've always had a problem with that shit

Dip in another n—, yo, to see how the grass hiss

'Cause you know they say it's greener on the other side

So when you go to work, you best believe I'm swingin' by

You see, I love women but I'm addicted to hoes

So I'm in my car, yeah, [?]

[Chorus: Curren$y]

[Verse 2: ???]

Ayo, ma, I could take you from nada

The Fendi to Prada

New York, doing a week, weekend Bahamas

New condo, no more living with your mama

Make your bedsheets, chinchilla your pyjamas

Let me knock it down like they did to Saint Thomas

Nah, I don't eat, ma, I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer

I could have you living like Ms. Dolce & Gabbana

Have you living life like your girl Jane [?]

Put you in a Rover, take you out of Honda

Slide me the cocha, here's that anaconda

Let 'em be your boyfriend, [?] be your man

Your only plan B for the time you can't stand

[Chorus: Curren$y]

[Verse 3: ???]

I spit a lil' game just to get her open

Bumping Stephanie Mills, shit, mind blowing

Y'all don't know about it, I'm on my grown man

I'm tryna fuck her in the mouth, you tryna be a man

And hold hands and tear them all up

When I'm the late night, n—, that's your call up

She love my demeanour [?]

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Since I'm the best I walk with extra gestures

Lead on my hip for the textbook testers

Write me with a pen and put your name at the end

I'll invite you and a friend to a game, and I don't ball

But you would swear I hit the game winnin' shot and all

The seats don't fold, baby girl, this the floor

Ugh, baby girl, this the boy

I please a lot of ladies

So please say the, please say the

She say the baby

I'm a young macaroni, with cheese

My girl from Belize, she never wanna believe

I'm a rapper she'd just rather think I'm handsome and sweet

Told me [?????] when I'm in it real deep

Love how I get ill when I get real street

Like Bushwick Bill, bitch, gimme three feet

I'm so Hollygrove, mama, hope you feel my gangsta

And if you do, I don't blame ya

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Just can't help this fetish we got for fuckin' other niggas hoes

They recognize us wherever we go

So it's easy for us to get 'em up out of their clothes

Come on homie, you know how it goes

Just respect the fact that we the niggas she chose

We just a bunch of young niggas with dough

So we leaving with her and you'll be leaving alone

Young Money, nigga

[Outro: DJ Drama]

This is a dedication! (Gangsta Grillz)

Rest in Peace Soulja Slim