Champagne Reign - Curren$y

Smoking on the joint

Wanna tell my dog Joey Fatts thanks

Uh, the windshield wiper blades

Need to be changed, in my 600, soon

But we still driving through this monsoon

As Vish on the wheel, I’m in the passenger

Twisting that Kill Bill

Shit louder than a Dr. Dre Beats, pill

Phone to my ear, hold it there with my shoulder

Homie I could move a boulder from a Boost mobile

Roddy showed me how to do it when he came through the crib

I got that beat from Fatts

He played it for 5 seconds, I stopped him and told him

Damn homie, I gotsa have this bitch

When you listen, hope you envision a classic whip

With a classic tight, low key, nasty bitch

Rollin' like the Few Chosen

Diamonds and golden ornaments hanging from my neck

They compliment my clothing

Don’t trip off how I dress, watch your motherfuckin' step

This the mother fuckin' Jets, suckas look up to the (set)

Big ass tables in my crib

We be eating and having meetings in here

On increasing this year’s production of Audio Dope

Pumping it out, before they know they want mo'

Ain’t nobody stepping on it, this shit as new as the morning bro

They sleeping on a nigga, I was on the bus touring

Two homes and four Rolexes later they waking up to him

Now viewing this in pursuit of my coupe

But this just music

Street distribution tactics

They getting high off it and high to it

I’m backing out the garage in the RR

Just how I said I would, and I did

Thought about it since I was a kid

Now I live it out, smoking big killer

Listening to Biggie Smalls in my big ass house

Nigguhhh