Sky Miles - Curren$y, Willie the Kid

We came to take you higher

And higher, and higher, flight

Ninja Turtle marijuana, cut it down

Leonardo’s katanas, we in town

Found with hoes around us, dirty rotten scoundrels

Twisting up seedless quarter-pounders

Yeah I party, bitch never seen a flounder

She working at the Gap folding jeans on the counter

Niggas lounging, wood panels on the wall

Like the inside of them late 70's housing

Nigga, I’m Mitchell and Ness, vintage flow

OG, no retro, grab a nugget

Pack a bowl, that’s Super Tecmo

Chivel es dough, shut the door bitch, let’s go

In my new car, going like I’m too far

Money show truly who you are

Whether you a star or a shooting star, a shooting star

So you want to spar with a southpaw, get your jaw draw

I got a bitch like the black Zsa Zsa Gabor

And she could pull a chick faster than I could pull

In Acapulco, pouring shots of tequila

She bought her friend, I brought Curren$y, he bought the reefer

What up Spitta?

We buzzing like a transmitter

These niggas bitter, slipping like a transmission

I’m Brita, spring water with the flow

Break the bank like it’s brittle, brush money like bristles

Official, a root canal, bicuspid

I’m on the cusp of these bucks, not a husband

But I’m in love with the money fuckin' lusting

Long like the hair of Rumpelstiltskin, I’m Teddy Ruxpin

Hold my grizzly, Willie gets busy

The fly Jet Life insure Met Life, right?

Hot Spitta with me, never a Dull Moment