Curren$y - Contacts lyrics

[Intro: From the movie "Super Fly"] "You want a blow? " "Are you going to leave? " "Yup... I got to make a pick-up" "Will you be back soon? Are you coming back soon Priest?" [Verse 1: Curren$y] Meeting of the Five families, brung a little j**elry through Them n***as bring their hoes with em, they be staring at me Baby that fool that you with don't compare him to me We in the same business but them boys ain't up on they business I'm a busy man and I own a couple businesses Might could loan a business to my homie if he want it But we all bosses and he got his own sh** Weed so strong you need a weight belt to hit it I take that b**h mind like the hypnotist f** her brains out she hit the mall and buy me sh** High as f**, 'bout it, 'bout it Brung her 'round some other girls, I got her tryin sh** The shy shell, she came right out of it After we all came, I was counting again Back at the money mountain, praying and plotting On ways to get it all without them trying to stop it [Hook:] No time for these b**hes and they know that Dollar signs in my eyes the money contacts You could catch a contact high b**h how bomb am I? Like the weed hit the music this how them G's ride... JET LIFE Like the weed hit the music this how them G's ride... JET LIFE [Verse 2: Trademark] You know how the game go, I be highed up up on the same ol' Trademark AKA Flamingo I still don't f** with no lame hoes, make change when I change flows Which hoes like I change clothes, I got dough but I want more Same youngin from the corner store, tryna get it on the low Jet life to the next life, that's the only thing I'm living for Money over b**hes, that's all this young n***a know Slamming coupe doors, rolling on them 24s Outfit was four G's, but I ain't stuntin who*e please Nothing flyer than the SV this JLR And my SB's read FB, say no more I been hustling, got 200 racks in the floor With a hundred more in the armoire past the corridor I'm stackin, when it comes to racks I tell em pour it on All I see is dollars, it's only thing I'm focused on Only mils can save me, I done reached a point of no return Life [Hook] [Verse 3: Fiend] n***as strong like a hundred proof liquor, an onion is a zipper Ask around town we the n***as, the n***a n***a Motivated by money you know the streets be dummy Bet nobody gon' run me, don't end the permanent gumby Paper still rap from the mud 'cause we've been dug it up bu*tons still spin on these cars, oh we just crushing her Latest of the latest, you in the presence of greatness For p**y he got pages, me I'm usually one they chasing Break bread like white Jesus, on methadone, she need this It was pounds of weed before your features Ballies on my feet for the night's that it was all for the cheese Impala on D's, Harbor Mall spending G's By any means Fiend sheesh Tree look purpish, gold links Turkish We ain't at the Dart girl, but this babe know how to twerk it And that thing with her tongue, she could probably join the circus Dice hand, super swag, can't b**hes serve it [Hook]