Blood Sweat And Gears lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Fiend)

[Curren$y:]

Fuck around and lay around

Yeah

I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too

You guys know who I'm talkin' to

Those—

Yeah

I'm talkin' to—

Take this opportunity to roll up

Get your grinders

Yeah, yeah

Fuck around and lay around

Locate your lighters

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let me tell you something

Uh

Laced David Robinson's, Wally moccasins

Matte black paint, polished rims

The fuck you said? I ain't hear it clear

Too much money talking in my ear

The end result of two albums in one year

Blood, sweat, and gears, life in between the racing strips

We break day every night

Alternative lifestyle, I ain't looking for a pussy, boy

This trill jet shit, just enjoy

That's yo wifey but she's still a Jet miss (Fuck around and lay around)

Give her directions to the telly and a checklist

Arriving shortly with the items I requested (I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too)

Reinforced the frame with that jive nigga repellant (You guys know who I'm talkin' to)

My new plane, maintain the smoke

Let you take a couple grams home if you my folk

Eyeball you a lil' something, I ain't the weed man though

But if you give me fifteen minutes, I'll call my folks, he'll be at the door

Connectin' four marine batteries on one side of the trunk

To go with them other four batteries that's powering the pumps (Fuck around and lay around)

It's the juice in them cylinders that make the Chevy jump

You already know, I ain't gotta tell you 'bout it, partner

Your bitch stay talkin' and you steady eavesdroppin' (Let me tell you something)

[Fiend:]

Rolling trees [?] do something for you

No matter what you be goin' through

Uh, ayy

Execution flow, ten thousand grams of potassium

Streets, I roam, mama praying like the Vatican

My life feels like treadin' water in the ocean, who's panickin'?

I'm dope, sudden move is drug traffickin' (Fuck around and lay around)

Tell I'm gettin' dough, I'm getting fat again

What I'd do to hear my loved ones laugh again

Say, love, go and give me your math again

Got a movie later on you'll be actin' in (Let me tell you something)

Life is like free throws, some things you gon' miss, some things you make

Don't rush, don't wait

I call pape' time travel machine

It can get you there faster, but it can't wake a permanent sleep

I'd never compromise my fresh

Smoke kush, not sess

Why cry? I'm blessed

I'll lend you the bail out

The ones I call my Tank Dogs in the jail house

Jets smoking in the club on tour (Fuck around and lay around)

Born in New Orleans, all new friends, bonjour

I'm je m'appelle International Jones

And Louis scarf down the west smoking one with the homies

Walls full of vinyl, all bars are final

Life of Richie Rich, first name not Lionel

International Jones

Curren$y the Spitta

Alchemist my nigga

Italian life, go figure (Fuck around and lay around)