Yeah
Hot Spitta
I just pop-pop niggas
Yeah
Rich Boys man
Sports Center Vol. 1
T-R-U man
What's going on with it
[?] on the boards
Rich boy [?]
Rich boy [?]
Rich boy [?]
Honorary rich boy [?]
One love man

Cop the uncoppable
Buy the unbuyable
My rims so big the damn truck is undrivable
That's hundred percent truth, no stunting
Every time I try to turn my damn tires rubbing
That's how these motherfuckers know a nigga's coming
Ladies running to hug him
Niggas [?] and they mumbling
But ain't bugging on what these niggas do
I just cop a bigger coupe
And fit it up with bigger shoes
It ain't another nigga fucking with the dude
Still claim the same game T-crooked R-U
They call me Curren$y because my money long
Got you pissed 'cause your girl know the words to my songs
But don't trip, she's not doing nothing wrong
She appreciate a nigga when his flow so strong
Money, clothes, and chrome
That be how the niggas known
And I ain't got to buy jerseys no more
My closet look like a [?] store
You nigga know what I mean
Hall of fame shit
You would think I get my jerseys out a time machine
Ride around with a nine on me
Cheap ass chains you never find on me
Yeah
If its [?] you haters get back
Hot Spitta for real man
How gangsta is that?
Yeah
Hot Spitta man
I just do what I do
Do what I does
Respect it, yeah
Rich boy, Sports Center Vol. 1
I could've kept going but why man
T-R-U straight up and and down
[?] on the boards
One shot nigga holla