[Verse 1: Curren$y] Paint dripping off the frame like Candy stripes as I Lay in the landslide Missey elliot can't stand the rain I much rather be catching some rays outside Sunshine on chevy's b**h we comin' down Gettin' money not raking it up in piles Each one a hunned' thous' Clearly they must be clowns If they don't know by now We getting paper underground Be surprised if you come around dream cars parked outside My house Plus a Ferrari that I rarely take out Actual facts is all that I'm about Smoking weed too the vinyl copy of reasonable doubt On the hottest MC's list they'll probably leave me out So what I'm the highest & the flyest with no stylist It's just my lighter & my Nike's I think she like me Cause she Dm'd to write me Invited me politely I smashed & I was outie