[Verse 1: Curren$y] Yeah, season opener, smokin’ dope fo’ sure
Super bowl [?] white t-shirt, open fur
Hella gold, yellow and rose
Baby chose, let her roll
Loosen that grip, she tryna dip
f** wrong with you, enhance that b**h
I pull her back to line with [?] find that sh**
Rich and I know what to do with the money
Rich engineer, pushin’ bu*tons
I’m in the booth, c**aine cuttin’
Lines numbin’ their minds, they high
Baby girl, got that California fire, stoned
Chinese eyes on a midnight drive
Reflectin’ on the game high
How it all went down in that time frame
No mind games, dollar signs on the brain
I do it how they done it, sending one man
To my n***a [?] I’m only wearing one chain
Look at how the game since son came
I ain’t gon say much [?] Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Fiend]