curreny - capitol lyrics
(ft. 2 chainz)
[verse 1: curren$y]
this jet life, don’t scrub, you blot that
flow runs in the porsche, i’m out front and got my top back
label me a author, forefounder of lifestyle rap
watching these n-gg-s borrow game, not acknowledging where they got that
though i fall back, let them run with that, consider those my rebel kids
clashing with they father figure when they know they wanna be just like him
where mite i have been without my pen to scribble about what i done wit ‘em
girls that i took home last night, chevys i sat on top them rims
i’m good in front of that camera lens, weed smoke when my video spins
at her house, rolling up in her boy shorts, my mafia b-tch
plotting up, i’m counting up, going for it cause i go and get it
so you liable to see her with me, my pockets fat, my tie skinny
loud pack, got a louder engine, 80 large, all benjamins
vacationing, 2 nights spending, i ain’t tripping
fool i know how to get that back, homie my triple o showed me that
same thing showed my how to roll them zags
[hook: x2]
and my reputation precedes me, they already know
i keep it capital g apostrophe d
going hard, making it look easy
cause when i do what it do, i do it like i’m doing it for tv
[verse 2: 2 chainz]
you know i do it like i’m doing it for do
watch the shoes, ostrich, you know what time it is like 2 watches
my reputation, detonation on destination
i separated, elevated, get salutation
i’m seldom seen in forest green foreign machine
dirty south but the engine clean and that p-ssy clean
criminal thing, a criminal mind
i got a pocket full of dead presidents, i’mma bring them alive
riding shotgun with that k on the side
b-tches that i’m done with, let them lay on the side
clock on your mind, i’m ahead of your time
hublot transform like optimus prime
diamonds on, diamonds off, shawty -ss kinda soft
tattoos, lip gloss, pockets on rick ross
i’m fantasizing a tantalizing experience
b-tches like photography, i just take a pic
[hook x2]
and my reputation precedes me, they already know
i keep it capital g apostrophe d
going hard, making it look easy
cause when i do what it do, i do it like i’m doing it for tv
[verse 3: curren$y]
i’m up in this, 442 on them budnik rims
i’m what a pimp, all them gangsta b-tches f-ck with him
bring ducketts in
when records wasn’t really b-mping, they was in love with him
to see him balling is like drugs to them
mama calling for that jet to put a reservation in
ain’t concerned where she going ‘long as she stay with him
they be seeking that foundation, stable n-gg-s with paper
i’m all that, but i’m stingy, you ain’t write n’an one of these raps
and love, i’m so serious, you might get high from henny
get stupid fly at any event, spray some ozium in that vent
bring them hoes and tell them shake that sh-t, send my jail n-gg-s flicks
we live it, she love it, in the kitchen, in the oven mitt
it’s jet life over e’ry b-tch
and e’ry b-tch -ss n-gg- breaking they back, tryna take care of them
we get high, we laugh at them
i swear ain’t no comparin’ them to no n-gg- in my area
this jet life, no play time, we cut them hoes, you carry them
[hook x2]
and my reputation precedes me, they already know
i keep it capital g apostrophe d
going hard, making it look easy
cause when i do what it do, i do it like i’m doing it for tv
writer: franklin, shante / campbell, isaiah akeem / twyman, david allen / epps, tauheed
lyrics © kobalt music publishing ltd.
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