Curren$y - Rockin' lyrics

Rockin' [Intro: Curren$y] Hot Spitta n***a Fly n***a Young Money Cash Money Yah Shout out to my n***a Cannon I'm Smokey Robinson right now [Verse 1: Curren$y] Don't knock it ‘cause you can't stop it Your woman done jumped out her pocket Looking at my rings and my watch She so off the chain somebody call the locksmith If that's your girl you better get her man Before I leave out this motherf**er man One minute y'all was kissing taking pictures man Now she forgot that she was even with you man Damn Y'all was a cute couple Just because I hit that don't mean that she don't love you Hate to bring trouble to your world Hot Spitta n***a just duffle bagged you girl I didn't even try Cause she was in the club f**ing me with her eyes And now she in the spot f**ing me and my guys She ain't gon' stop ‘til me and my n***as tired [Hook: Curren$y] I walk by and she be watching Digging how my music knocking Your girl feel how a n***a be rocking Yup she feel how a n***a be rocking When I'm walking she be locing Wishing that a n***a was off in that p**y Your girl feel how a n***a be rocking Yup she feel how a n***a be rocking [Verse 2: Mack Maine] Mack Maine Look Yeah Boo snatcher, happy home breaker-upper Homeboy I make life tougher For simps and fake pimps and hand-cuffers Type of n***as that smash once and say they love her Ha ha I laugh at ya'll Go ahead and wife the freak I ain't mad at ya'll sh** I have your b**h missing for two days On an island with a foreign chick going two ways No service on the cell phones or two ways Now you starting a fiasco like Lupe Ha She say she never (?) this, she say she never tried But now I got the b**h on heads like toupees Wake up in the morning and I'm her toothpaste Young hooky homeboy, that's what your boo say But not ‘cause I cut cla** Ain't it ‘cause I cut a** While you cut gra** Ha You making love, she like to f** fast Ha That's why she cheating on your duck a** Quack quack But she probably pa** back through the crib homeboy Just to pack 211 to love, now your b**h jacked Young Money baby we get down like that Chyah The fat lady sung n***a now its over Fake tenderoni, kinda fake Casanova Chya Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Casanova Come on man bring the hook in [Hook: Curren$y] I walk by and she be watching Digging how my music knocking Your girl feel how a n***a be rocking Yup she feel how a n***a be rocking When I'm walking she be locing Wishing that a n***a was off in that p**y Your girl feel how a n***a be rocking Yup she feel how a n***a be rocking [Outro: Curren$y] Yup Don't get mad I got one hell of a swag Blame that on my mom and dad Yup Young Money Cash Money Fly Society Tell them p**y n***as don't bother me You know