Conference Call lyrics - Curren$y (feat. The Jets)

[Curren$y:]

Honey counting 100 stacks with her titties out

Im smoking till this 9 foot window plotting on locking these cities down

Im talking plural more than 1 town I got 1

I need 2 get 3 more now control the whole grid

Gotta make it real somehow

4 mill worth of automobiles in front my house bitches know a nigga

If I say its going down, you can wait right here

For it to fall from the clouds

You have no idea what I been through

Pay the cost to be this, boss nigga you see bitch

So make room nevermind I got walk in closets in my crib twice this size

With all kinds of deadstock jordans locked inside

Real music lasts forever this is how we never die

[Trademark Da Skydiver:]

The hardest niggas spittin' we the trillest crew in it

Jets set mofucka we been at it for a minute

No L'S on the record a few double U's pending

Translation we winnin' nigga!

Dropping cash on whatever fast

I ain't tripping watch me make it back

Spit some bars on a track in return I get some racks

Stacks on stacks on stacks

Polo slacks on slacks on slacks

With the socks and the shirt to match cool cat with my bucket hat

Chill new orleans nigga getting figures bitches fuck with that

Im coolin out in harlem 9-11 where my hustlers at

Laying in the trap, rollin sour at the pack

Posted right in front of 50 with the loud I know you hear me

Hollaback some other time not right now im on my grind

I want whats mine, and that includes what I been do im overdue

To dollar signs, diamond in the rough but fuck it

Still I shine, draped in the finest threads Ralph Lauren designs

[Whizz:]

You see me getting to the money partner

I'm getting closer nigga closer

I'm running up it

The level growing and it's growing like a country crocket

We get that potent dropping

And the people steady copping

We keep it coming and it's coming like it's never stopping

I get the road the roller like construction in the open

I gotta plan a jet across the land and over oceans

I'm seeing money bags up in my vision like I'm loaded

That's just how deep I'm in this shit that money taking over

I think I'm going loony give a fuck I'm staying focused

It's hocus pocus bitch like I've been whipping in the kitchen

I'm on the mission for big banking like the television

It's higher definition up in every bar I mention

Nigga first class you don't see me slipping on my shifting

[Young Roddy::]

I let my nigga smash, I don't save no bitch

But now I'm like, light up and blaze that, yeah

Momma say she want a nigga who stay on his shit

Uh, and if that ain't trill, then what you call that

Them hood hoes swear to God I'm hood rich

They tryin' to count my cash girl fall back

I'm killing them niggas tell em go dig a ditch

And it was all good when it was all bad

Uh, my uncle done 22 flat, by the time he made it home

His little nephew was grown

With intentions to blow the fuck up, and put him on

So I'm steady, writing that ill shit, trying to make my meal ticket

Promethazine keep me tilting 650

When the clock struck 7 I had 7 grams of sticky

Uh, so when I'm in my zone please don't tempt me

I'm close to the edge so don't push me... out