Rockabye Baby - Curren$y, Fiend

This that, brick cellphone tracksuit shelltoes

Rolling up my sleeve show em' how time froze

Cocaine 80's, roofless Mercedes

It get ruthless & gruesome you refuse to pay me

We in it for the loot everyday thinking of different ways

To eliminate them other factions in the way

All about that increase pedal like a ten speed

Competitions are labeled deceased upon arrival

Love it of leave it, you can’t act the door you don’t need it

Them bundles like a blessing and i’m blessed to receive it

Block bleedin', eh i’m high like the b-ball court i’m always jumping

Got green in that Fed-Ex box like 94'

Got zips, got halves, wholes, ordering nine more

JLR gettin' ends until the end

This for my Jeeps, Bentley trucks, Range Rovers, & the Benz

Metal Gear Solid rifles, Don Logan dashboard bibles

Smelling like a pound when I walk by ya

They claim not to like us

Looking for my lighter trying to ignite the fire

Exotic driver, quality pot buyer

Provider of fine rhymes

Come into the cockpit mama & meet the pilot

Getting higher as my dough risin'

Got the helicopter candy like my lowrider