Misty - Curren$y

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches baby

We… uh (Black Metaphor)

Watching the waves crash

Jamming to my podna Ohgeesy, he make them slaps

Over by my LA woman, she got the gas, exotic turkey bags

She fuck with me 'cause I dress good and I make her laugh

She ain’t even know how good she had it until I smashed

I ain’t been gone five minutes, she wanna know if I’m coming back

Trying to lure me in with pictures of her wearing something skimpy

But I won’t let her get me, only that money can tempt me

Gotta be about them Benji’s, only millie’s worth my energy

While my bro keep his eyes peeled for the enemies

Gray sweats, white Air Max, Penny’s first edition

Vintage Magic satin Starter jacket go perfect with 'em

Pro ballin' regulation Spalding, Wilson, y’all some Nerf niggas

You play that game 'round here, you might get hurt nigga

The south still got something say, Jet Life all day

Self-made millionaire, I done that shit my own way

Life behind a mask, have the cars there when we land

Sliding with my H-Town podna, we in the slab

Studio later on, that’s millionaires in the lab

Watch costs a car, the car costs a house

Changing lives off of rap but it’s bigger than that

Recalibrate and then attack 'cause the game changed so fast

I think about my young homie, he be out on the ave

He’s super talented but he so in love with the streets

I swear it make me sad

I tell him 'bout that shit like every chance I have

But I respect it, he a young boss and he in his bag

I hope the industry recognizes

superstar

and he leave that life in the past

Put all his homies on so they don’t crash

Invest that money smart and make it last

Roll something fat, now watch his empire expand

(That's my man)

Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches baby

We smoking weed in it, don’t post it in your pictures

If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it

Hitting switches on Chef Highway dippin'

Rule number one, don’t talk about me 'round your niggas

suspicious

Yeah, yeah, ayy

Bring me by my LA woman, she got the gas

Sliding with my H-Town podna, we in a slab

By my Miami bitch, she got the fake ass

But she make real cash in a flash

Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches baby

We smoking weed in it, don’t post it in your pictures

Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches baby

Jet Life, Jet Life

East side, on mind, it’s like every time

Several lowriders outside in a line

Trying to pick one to drive, can’t decide

Roll a joint, get high, make up my mind

Yeah