Insane lyrics

(Intro: Curren$y)
Live the life a n*gga die for
Wish ya wife would be my side ho
Never seen a n*gga fly where
Take a ride inside a 64
Hop out ask him what his info
He ain't tell ya but his b*tch know
Getting to the figures that addition digits flipping triple tell him gimme mo'
Sent ya b*tch to the corner store
Bag of chips and a 40 Row
They ain't mine but the chips is
Go give the beer to my big bro

(Verse 1: Mr. Marcelo)
House full of b*tches, weed in the kitchen
Hell yea n*gga we living
And all these b*tches tryna get a real n*gga even when a n*gga ain't pitching
A real OG in my city lil n*gga motherf*cker better ask around
I always have been a standup guy so it ain't no backing down
I used to make (?), now I make (?)
Hustle all night, pray all day I'll sleep when I'm 6 feet deep
Pops used to sip Ol' E, moms sip Henn on the rocks
And I did coming up as a kid, was smoke big blunts like Ox
I used to have dreams like ML King, then I start acting like Malcolm X
I always did have a lot of money, I always did get a lot of respect
Debit, credit, cash, purp, kush, hash
sh*t to real to be standing still so OG's be chasing bags
(Chorus: Curren$y)
All them b*tches insane, all them b*tches insane
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them n*ggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them b*tches the same, all them b*tches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them n*ggas is lame, that money just ain't a thang
Them b*tches just after my fame

(Verse 2: T.Y.)
Look, I told that b*tch, don't be catching feelings and sh*t
Right after I hit, I'm mashing off in that new Benz
Motherf*ck them tints, want you to see me and my friends
When we steerin the Bent, ain't gon kill you with a ratchet
But with the way I live, yea
She gon shake that for some tips
But I'm not gon give a sh*t
I'm gon spend that on some rims
Stomp a n*gga in some Timbs
Just because they want pretend
Like they gangsters but they really pus*y boy your sister told me what it is
Wake up and I grind for breakfast
I stunt so hard that I can not help it
Yea that Jet Life I'm gon rep it
All these b*tches the same, I just gotta accept it
Don't slam my door when you ride with me ho
Yea, you cross the line and I come for your throat
(Chorus: Curren$y)
All them b*tches insane, all them b*tches the same
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them n*ggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them b*tches the same, all them b*tches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them n*ggas is lame, that money just ain't a thang
Them b*tches just after my fame