Luxury Sport by Currensy
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Enough niggas talk shit, Jet niggas talk rich
Buy another crib, park another drop-top in front of
that bitch
Fuck a bitch, any bitch, who you want? Take your pick
But you gonn' have to take your time, baby trying to
take ya shit
Fool, take advice from your nigga
An OG been-through-it veteran in a 'vette
Chevy man racing slicks, Andretti got your girlfriend
track side taking flicks
Champagne rain on the winner's circle: this is it
Yeah man, you would think we was slanging 'caine out
this thang
The only thing dope is the rhymes
Quotes be as strong as coke lines, man
No seat on the jet, that's a crying shame
Fool, I could show the ropes to a blind man
Straight triple-O like a thousand
Don't talk down on Jets round my dogs
Them niggas ain't peaceful as me, not at all
Saw me through the struggle, they love seein' me ball
You try to stop the rise, they'll cause you to fall
Mind playing tricks on me
Gheyto Boys while my rich girl twist for me
Elbows on that cadillac with wrists, homie
Double-parked, got my girl pulling chickens for me
No charge like my cell phone quit on me
Flight closed, sugar mamas they be trickin' on me
Sosa say, "Listen, Tony, don't ever try to fuck 'em"
You see how they done him, couldn't outrun 'em
Even though security cameras saw it comin'
Might flirt with a girl but I'm married to the money
Yellow gold wedding band: I'm a proud husband
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