Still lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark & Young Roddy)

[Curren$y:]

Homie come up outta this

Ask yo girl who she rep she say 'yeah'

About to land jets on some suckers houses

Homie come up outta that side shit

You call your girl crib

In the background she bumping my shit

You mad I'm at the crib cutting open vacuum bags

Pouring some of that potent

For the true smoking shit my homie had

Last time I was in Cali told him he had to send me that

Ship it to the city, so I could bend some corners

With lil mama, tell her hit

Some of this sticky with me

Just being around me make her slippery

Sexy pajamas when she visit me

Her friends fall through, with all of that

Over talking, baller stalking, searchin for eye contact

So they could double back and ask G

When I have some time free, but honestly

Building this empire taking a lot of me

It will be worth it though, shit good right now you find my lighter

And my grinder it'll be perfect ho

And it's still, and it's still jets at yo motherfuckin

[Trademark Da Skydiver:]

As I stand here, g'd up from the feet up

Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up

Baby smoke it up, I ain't tripping I just reupped

She thought real niggas was dead I made her a believer

Now see us, we a different breed

Come planted from a different seed

Since young bred to keep it M.O.B

My life is like a movie but I'm living out the scenes

I'm pulling acts for the racks I'm all about the cream

By any means I hustle and scheme to fulfill my dreams

Of better living, fatter pockets, prettier women

Super sticky weed I'm puffing layed up in the villa

South beach suite metropole smoking and chilling

Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer

Hit her with the D now she in love with the villain

But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach

Can I get a witness to this g shit that I'm spitting

At will, it's still, it's still, jets at yo motherfuckin

Already

[Young Roddy:]

Ok, girl, where shall I begin?

I told her about my lifestyle she said I'm all in

She say most niggas change you ain't nothing like them

So I got her high as hell, I'm talking above the rim

But I never cared, mama blow it in the wind

Ain't too much changed since back then

But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends

They wouldn't last a minute if they'd live where I live

They couldn't walk a mile in these jordans number 10's

And I got that shit off like thank you come again

Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich

So need what my cash for that's word to money mitch

I swear im bound to break that bed when I get it in

Haters know the set that I rep to the end

It's crazy I keep hearing voices in my ear, telling me to get paid

My reply bet I will and it's still, it's still