Livin-Curren$y

[Verse 1:] Showroom Testarossa Leather in here softer than your sofa Who the livest crew that you know of? Smelling like a pound when we show up, more getting rolled up Hostess show us to our section, bring them bottles over Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the ashtray of the Rover That's my lil' homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded I play the cut 'til the ni**a either bored or I'm hungry Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o'clock in the morning This thing we've built, got my money stacks on stilts Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her friends Saturday night card game, still ain't nothing changed, that's moms I love to see her having a good time Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea it's still glowing This b**ch rubbing on my car seats, she f**king rolling I do my thing and write about it in the morning [Hook:] Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living We niggas know we ride Ni**a forever high We never die Jet living [Verse 2:] I'm talking audio d**e, fool I'm sitting on keys Pilot of the motherf**king J-E-T Now if you wanna join the team, you know you must see me But a sucker motherf**ker's who you cannot be Big drapes in my crib, hoes getting good sleep Good rest, get up, go out, do they best On behalf of the set, bring it back to the G's I throw some to my b**ch and spend the rest on w**d Way more than you need or could ever believe In your lifetime your square eyes have ever see Ni**a, on point flow, so infrared beam Choose sides 'fore we ride, ni**a no in between Set some fire to that Raw cone Calling shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, ni**a The big chief, plotting all in my sleep Bumping Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my [Hook]