Curren$Y - 1St Place Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver]

I stay on top of my game Im sayin no time for playin

Paper on my mind

Doing business with whoever paying the most

Fast and slow I gotta get this dough

Touched a few pieces off features but I still want more

What the fuck you think im grinding for

Tryin to upgrade my auto mo

Stacking bills smoke and kill chilled out with my foreign ho

First night with the villain resort life

Were just burning O's

Smashed at got my mind back to where the cash at

You know how it go im out the door my mind focus on dough

Im so fixed on this digits

But she swear a nigga out here fuckin around with this other bitches

And I aint got no time for that tryin to get to this money love

Pay me trust im only get my paper up

Counting Francklin's Jackson's Grams's can't you tell from all these paper cuts

On my hand I been on the straight plan to make

Millions out of Grand's so

All I ask is you keep it real it's Super Ville in J.E.T Life We trust

Stay away from them lames

They look the same but them niggas ain't us

[Hook: Curren$y]

Put my hustle down got my money up

All them bitches come around cause my niggas coming up now

We put our hustle down got our money up

All them bitches run to us cause they dont want no runners up

Put my hustle down got my money up

All them bitches come around us because we coming up now

We done put our hustle down got our money up

All them bitches run to us cause they dont want no runners up

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[Verse 2: Young Roddy]

Nigga I go Deebo hard or I'll carry my ass home

But Ill be damn if it's back to living up in that drug zone

Shit and I know thats right

But how they getting but I don't call that wrong

And in the midst of it all nigga we stay G while we drop bombs

Wait but hold on let me find something roll up on

They say its now or never just hoping now it dont take too long

Im on my paper chasing we chasin bread and its marathon

Yeah I love pussy but plenty of nights I done slept alone

I done it on my own just me myself and my microphone

And til my next life I yell jet life til Im dead and gone

Stay high up when the loud pack its that Cali strong

Ain't no child play no need for that girl both us grown

Frontin ain't paying nobody bills better keeps your hustle going

Over these camp fire I tell my ghetto story

I put my life in this bars but they still dont know me

In this fast lane I move slowly Im focused nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]

Mann..

I been gettin it been gettin it that bad man that bad man

The hoes be on me like tube socks

Rang Rover no roof top

Took two shots of that brown brown we down town

Were kicking the like its my birthday

JET Set real niggas 1st Place

You never Winnin if youre jealous of

Another nigga dont be jealous of how well he does

Just focus on your own team and they can help you up

Im young and rich a bunch of bitches blow the celly up

And I cant even blame em

Send me naked pictures I'mma frame em on the iPhone

Im rolling up a inst-a-gram pass-a-gram in one blunt

Twenty for the point 5

Its like a brown bag lunch higher than the top bunk

I'd still pop Rihanna I cannot front

Barbequing putting vodka in the fruit punch

So you better watch her what she mine man

Ain't no ring on her finger like LeBron hand

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Curren$y]

Rolling up piles of them sky miles

Coolin in the honey cut

Listening to some Miles Davis yeah Im rich

But Im still using my Playstation for DVD player

Never gave up motherfuck

Not in the business of saving sluts

Theres a auction on some retail space

So Im saving up and they sayin Im a made man but I aint made enough

No baker though im cakin up

Take the game and told my niggas take their cut

[Hook]

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