Conference Call

[Curren$y:]

Hundred counting a hundred stacks with her titties out

I smoke into this 9 foot window, plotting on locking these citys down

I am talking plural more than one town, I got one I need to get

3 more now I control the whole grid

Gotta to make it real somehow, full meal worth an automobiles

In front of my house bitches know a nigga, if I saying is going down

You can wait right here for it to fall from the clouds

You got no idea what I have been through, pay the cost to be this boss

Nigga you see bitch, so make room

Never mind I got walk in closest at my crib twice this size

With all kinda stacked jordans locked inside

Real music last forever, this is how we never die

[Trademark da Skydiver:]

The hardest nigger spittin we the trillest crew in it, jet set motha fucka

We been at it for a minute, no L's on the record a few W's pendin

Translation we are wining nigga dropping cash on whatever fast

I ain't trippin watch me make it back spit some bars on the track

In return I get some racks

Stacks on stacks on stacks, polo, slacks on slacks on slacks,

With the socks and the shirt that match cool cat with my bucket hat

Chill new Orleans nigga getting figures rich as fuck with that

I'm cooling out in harlem 911 where my hustlers at

Laying in a trap, rollin sour out the pack,

Posted right in front of 50 with the loud I know you hear me

Holla back some other time, not right now I'm on my grind

I want what's mine and that included what's I've been due I'm over due

The dollar signs, diamond in the ruff, but fuck it

Still I shine, drapped in the finest threads, Ralph Lauren Design

[Young Roddy:]

Hey I let my nigga smash, I don't save no bitch

But now I'm like, light up and blaze that, yeah

Momma say she want a nigga who stay on his shit

Uh, and if that ain't true, then what you call that

Them hood hoes swear to God I'm hood rich

They tryin to count my cash girl fall back

I'm killing them niggas go tell em to dig a ditch

And it was all good when it was all bad

Uh, my uncle done 22 flat, by the time he made it home

His little nephew was grown

With intentions to blow the fuck up, and put him on

So I'm steady, write that I'll shit, trying to make my mill ticket

Promethazine keep me tilting 650

When the clock stuck 7 I had 7 grams of sticky

Uh, so when I'm in my zone please don't tempt me

I'm close to the edge so don't push me... out