Coolie In The Cut lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, I got my California green and my New York b*tch
My new car clean, you should see that b*tch
Jet Life do they thing, every boss get rich
Bringing ounces, only personals get lit
Been doing this, ever since I touched my first cent
I was hella bent on touching that wealth, b*tch
Now I'm toasting to my health, making them n*ggas sick
By myself, top shelf, where the best sit, uh
Gucci gloves on my fingers
Pointing to the man and I see him in the mirror
High ass, money making, risk taking
n*ggas hating, Chevy skating, fresh from the weed nap
Ready for that wake n' bake

[Chorus: Trademark Da Skydiver]
I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as f*ck
Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough
Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust
Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once
Cause I be

[Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
All I got in this world, is my balls and my word
A few pounds of the herb, four dimes and six birds
In that Zammy I swerve, out in New Orleans I'm boss
My eastside n*ggas say word, getting it like the first and the third
Now when it come to my pockets, it's a must I see profit
Mingo Barnes I'm the man, smoking grams, counting grands
Nice kicks, I'm the sh*t, stupid b*tch get off of my di*k
You n*ggas nosy like chicks, ear-hustling all in my mix
Catch me riding 'round with my tops down
Smoking on that kill, you know my weed loud
Mingo baby, real n*gga, you can't keep down
I'm too high, eyes low, you know I'm cheefed out
[Chorus: Trademark Da Skydiver]
I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as f*ck
Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough
Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust
Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once
Cause I be