Cut It Redone It lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Phantom pull up like a pamper
b*tch I ain't pull up I landed
Boy I'm so fly I can't stand it
They say I'm not from this planet
I run a show single handed
Fifty grand rubber banded
Paper chasing never scrambling
Talking money never rambling
This is all about advancement
Pretty Chevrolet's dancing
Do it like I know magic
b*tch I been a pro at it
Couple hits for your cataracts
Cadillacs is outback, the mansion
Get a glance at what a n*gga stacking
Never that my brother and them will clap you
f*ck it, seen the sixty eight droptop at the junkyard
Drug it, over to my shop to give it a new start
You know we, gut it, we cut it, redone it
Now we Canal Street stunting
My mind right and my money right so y'all n*ggas can't tell me nothing

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Cut it
Done it
[Verse 2: Fendi P]
I stuff OG in the kingsize
I hit the b*tch in the kingsize
I had the b*tch sitting ringside
Head so good ask the b*tch what's her ring size
We trade the foreigns for bowties
I trade Chanel for a blowjob
You worrying about me whats your hoe's job
I'm scratching off in the parking lot
Like f*ck it
Arm out the window on my celly
I don't serve them n*ggas they be telling
Had them b*tches in and out my telly
Towel under the door you smell it
Pack was bad still sell it
Run it up and f*ck it up
I just matted out my truck
I'm f*cking her and f*cking her
A lot of money ain't enough
I'm tryna stack the bricks and pull up
I just copped a drank and pour up
Sneak diss at me I pull up
I ride the Jeep with the doors off
I'm with a b*tch she don't wear drawers
I hit a dab then I dozed off
On a jet checking my son report card
They don't like me in the game I'm a bogart
I live my life through sports cars
I park them all on my neighbors lawn
n*ggas try to count me out now they paying for it
Before I hate on the boy I'll sign him
And then push his album back like a lineman
I be in the D more than the Lions
If a deal ain't worth a mil I ain't signing
[Chorus: Fendi P]
So cut it
So cut it