Curren$y - Presidents lyrics

[Curren$y] Uh, yeah, yeah Hot Spitta, Spitta, Fly Society Young Money y'all, Young Money y'all Yeah Figured it's time that I step back from the game And peep it from a coach's point of view So I can see how n***as went wrong and how the players was wrong And I can do it how a pro supposed to do No mistakes allowed, you get caskets for that sh** The line of scrimmage is waiting n***as is blitzing, you could get sacked quick Drop back like an all star QB Or the top on that high-end sports car with two seats You n***as don't comb the pages of the duPont Registry Looking for vehicles and accessories Like I do, and every representor of my crew I get love from Cuz and the Piru Slide through the drive through of a fast food restaurant Turn the music down and tell the broad what kind of sauce I want Scratch off quickly to a main street, intentions to make cheese Let the windows down and let the purp' scent clear out The police is peeping me and they don't think that I can see I know they gon' pull me over and make me get out But I'm on to 'em Spray the chronic-k**er and talk calm to 'em "Good day officer, what's the problem?" You looking for answers? I don't got none I'm from New Orleans and New Orleans don't raise no rats You know the consequences of your acts, I'm getting money n***a [Lil Wayne] Hahaa, I know that's right Hello world, yeah Yeah, uh huh, music to fly to coming soon y'all You can see me on the, Eastside of New Orleans with a red b**h f** the world make it walk with a leg twitch Flow retarded, I'm on some special ed sh** The magnificent twist it like a dread b**h And I can get up in the car and drive And if the record is a smash, I can still survive Yeah, money ain't a thing but everything to me sh**, I gotta make them C-notes sing to me Yeah, higher than all of the angels be And, no I never choke but I strangle beats And, I am just a player in this game we be So go blame the referee, don't complain to me And I used to have a cutla** on stainless feet Pa**in' all day up Latoya's Street Back when Scarface used to sing to me Had me feeling like a G was the thing to be Back when I was pedaling my ten-speed bike Who knew I'd be pedaling the six-speed white Big dog through the yard where the little dogs bite So if you are female dog, you don't fight b**h a** n***a, I ain't got no master Rich a** n***a, I got all my masters b**h a** n***a, I ain't got no master Rich a** n***a...