John Sparkz - Biscayne Bay lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] Yea... Life Type sh**... You need to have a driver for this Type sh** you ride home too [Verse 1: Curren$y] n***as too talkative Chatty Cathy a** simps, I'm on this bossin' sh** My homie just came home, he got a corner office in this Empire, I constructed brick by brick, this rap hustling Tennis shoes, t-shirts, lunchboxes, f** it If it could be sold then lets do it, if it could be sold we gon' move it I got the driveway to prove it, crazy high, but I'm not stupid Blood hound know where the loot is, bring my homies straight to it [Verse 2: Curren$y] My b**hes gettin' high to the music My gangsta bros before me show me exactly how to do it You only gon' get out it, whatever you put into it So I go extra to make sure my sh** come with the leather The sunroof, the carbon fiber, Alcantara whatever Navigation, blue tooth, all kind of sh** I never use Sittin' in that skyline, the style of a stockbroker Storytellin' weed slanging pot smoker Revolutionary, rollin Chevy till I fall over Told em, bury me a G and let my momma have the cheese Though I'll never die cause the music livin' in the streets That's all that matter to me Cause this other sh** ain't real, them hoes just f**in' because of that deal These n***as livin' life with you until they just get jealous and you get k**ed I'm just ridin',smokin',prayin' That the lord keep them away, and we keep gettin' this money Cause we legends in the makin', I'm sayin' ...life