Curren$y - 1997 lyrics

[Corner Boy P] sh** n***a, my mind on the dough, ridin' round in that bowtie got the shift on the floor You dont know where these n***as minds at when they plot on the dough So i ride around extra burner, extra clips in the door Gettin' paranoid in the day people might kick in the door But when u paper chase you chase that paper far as it go Cause id rather be tired from hustlin', then tired of havin' nothing So i go out the way to make sure my pockets stay straight n***a i go alil' further, same streets swore they murdered Same streets i call home might lead me to a goner But i ride for this corner & ever n***a thats on it I seen the best come and go n***as even die with it on 'em & i can't call it, just answer everytime that money is calling She call me, dog, just what she only callin' me cause im ballin' They all doubted underestimated and underrated, its all good f** them n***as as long as they dont underpay me [Curren$y] La la la la la la la la My steerin' wheel wood, my weed hella' good My rolex yellow gold, im flexin on them hoes Them b**hes strike a pose, they hopin' that i look Im finna head home love you tryin get took Jet life & i wrote it down in eli's book Im higher then the plane, wayne writin down hooks Couple bars here & there, couple honeys on the lair See my camp get low, love can't stop the crooks Rap moves for the paper, every caper, every jooks?? Keep gas in the scrapers, and them haters not my neighbors Got some marksman insuring me that they on the roof They help me sleep better, dozed off, countin cheddar Woke up, washed up, rolled up to the loot Polygraph in the booth make every line a truth An a eye for an eye, & a tooth for a tooth Leave alot of n***as blind & unable to chew!