Ways To Kill Em lyrics - Curren$y

I tell a bitch quick, "I don't need you!"

Let welfare feed you

Why would I buy you a purse when I could buy me a Regal?

Hook the bitch up tough, interior done up

Park it next to my Oldsmo with the European fronts

I'm from New Orleans, I stunt in a blue moon once

Every now and again, but I don't be doing too much

That's how fool's get touched

Riding through all them cuts

Thinking you living cool? Dude, you looking like lunch

To the wild and the young, seem to be born with guns

You need to read the sign if you going where they from

Cough up a lung with my corrupt alumni

Get high and cry with friends now though we survive

And for that, I'll ride 22's

The front stays 8, the back about 11 inches wide

My mind on my money, my eyes on the prize

I'm forever on my hustle and on your bitch's mind

Smoking my weed and thinking of ways

To kill these niggas

Smoking my weed and thinking of ways

Of getting it done

Smoking my weed and thinking of ways

Of killing 'em, nigga

Seersucker pants and my HUF socks

With the leaf prints, Stan Smiths in my drop top

Bitches know that's him before he hopped out

Said she came with a nigga, but he can be swapped out

If I'm trying to rock now

Same cold flow I been havin' got me hot now

Disgruntled rappers dusting off they battle tablets

Taking potshots, I'm just rolling up my pot, takin' shots

Lemon-drop ten women swimmin' on the roof of my building

But I'm not jumpin' in with 'em

Because I'm dressed, I'm chillin'

This cashmere, not scuba gear

My homie Trademark copped this at the Ralph Lauren spring show in last year

I just got around to wearing this now

They say gold worth 1600 an ounce

So with no diamonds, my bracelet worth a townhouse

Hanging my watch out the window

Putting hoes on time-out