Currensy First Light
Yeah
[Curren$y:]
Exit in the striker boat
Clean as f..ck, eatin' millions and shittin' soap
Its in the ceilings, it's in the walls, it's in the floor
That's old news, the real drugs is in the floor
Gold shoes, David Spokes on a 94
Fleet wood, my weed and f..cking my bottom bitch, how we sleep good
G's spent on that motor work, monsters under these hoods
Clique to thick for you to see through it, you know how we do it
Way different from them, momma who let them in
Undesirables non-vibal, this is what them bosses flick their lighters to
Hook:
Yeah, Yeah
This is Harlem in New Orleans
This is old school and drop farmers (right)
This that first smoke of the month
This that shit you always wanted (right)
I hope you suckas are ready for it
You know your bitches waiting on it, uh
This that first smoke of the month
This that shit you always wanted
[Smoke DZA:]
Riiight, f..ck the fame, give me the money and bud
Nigga could walk through Harlem and its nothin' but love
A1 under these rap gods that's f..ckin' with us
They don't even look cool, most of these niggas are?
You rockin' with the innovators, imitated, never duplicated
If you don't fill acting, chances is you a hater
I can smell a motherfucka that's jealous, look at you
All in your feelings, you can't help it
Nigga look at the ground where real niggas round
I can see through the fake love and fake pounds
I ain't trippin I don't kick it with em
No verses they can copy, as long as they got the ticket for it
DZA
Hook:
Yeah, Yeah
This is Harlem in New Orleans
This is old school and drop farmers (right)
This that first smoke of the month
This that shit you always wanted (right)
I hope you suckas are ready for it
You know your bitches waiting on it, uh
This that first smoke of the month
This that shit you always wanted