[Hook: Dee Low]
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
New Orleans and narcotics draped in metal and fiber optics
Cause dull b**hes attracted to shiny objects
Well I guess y'all can kick it, Phife Dawg
Q-Tip, we all Souls of Mischief
This is how we chill until the globe stop spinning
I told all my folks that I'd be coming back with it
Now ask 'em if I did it any different, peppermints and lemons
Boss brothers chopping business around the table
It resembles a civil rights sit-in
Powerful sh**, editing rooms, hours of clips
A man of many hats in this new era
Nurturing several smaller business underneath my umbrella
On the low low
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And I'm still on top of the money
Dope boy mattress, a hundred K cash
With the box spring under it, who they think they f**ing with
Spitta won't have none of it, suits offer contracts
I tear that sh** up in front of them, baby girl I'm just hustling
Without c**aine smuggling but this sh** is dope Tito
Roll these as we smoke, joints infinity
Highed up, supposed to have breakfast at Tiffany's
With Brittany but I got tied up, low riders
Hydraulics, trunks full of batteries and wires
Flow get tighter and tighter, adjustable pliers
Flip through these b**hes like Zippo lighters
[Hook]