Curren$y - Contacts Lyrics
[feat. Trademark Fiend][Intro: From the movie "Super Fly"]"You want a blow? ""Are you going to leave? ""Yup... I got to make a pick-up""Will you be back soon? Are you coming back soon Priest? "[Verse 1: Curren$y]Meeting of the Five families, brung a little jewelry throughThem niggas bring their hoes with em, they be staring at meBaby that fool that you with don't compare him to meWe in the same business but them boys ain't up on they businessI'm a busy man and I own a couple businessesMight could loan a business to my homie if he want itBut we all bosses and he got his own shitWeed so strong you need a weight belt to hit itI take that ***** mind like the hypnotist***** her brains out she hit the mall and buy me shitHigh as *****, 'bout it, 'bout itBrung her 'round some other girls, I got her tryin shitThe shy shell, she came right out of itAfter we all came, I was counting againBack at the money mountain, praying and plottingOn ways to get it all without them trying to stop it[Hook:]No time for these *****es and they know thatDollar signs in my eyes the money contactsYou could catch a contact high ***** how bomb am I?Like the weed hit the music this how them G's ride... JET LIFELike the weed hit the music this how them G's ride... JET LIFE[Verse 2: Trademark]You know how the game go, I be highed up up on the same ol'Trademark AKA FlamingoI still don't ***** with no lame hoes, make change when I change flowsWhich hoes like I change clothes, I got dough but I want moreSame youngin from the corner store, tryna get it on the lowJet life to the next life, that's the only thing I'm living forMoney over *****es, that's all this young nigga knowSlamming coupe doors, rolling on them 24sOutfit was four G's, but I ain't stuntin whore pleaseNothing flyer than the SV this JLRAnd my SB's read FB, say no moreI been hustling, got 200 racks in the floorWith a hundred more in the armoire past the corridorI'm stackin, when it comes to racks I tell em pour it onAll I see is dollars, it's only thing I'm focused onOnly mils can save me, I done reached a point of no returnLife[Hook][Verse 3: Fiend]Niggas strong like a hundred proof liquor, an onion is a zipperAsk around town we the niggas, the nigga niggaMotivated by money you know the streets be dummyBet nobody gon' run me, don't end the permanent gumbyPaper still rap from the mud 'cause we've been dug it upButtons still spin on these cars, oh we just crushing herLatest of the latest, you in the presence of greatnessFor ***** he got pages, me I'm usually one they chasingBreak bread like white Jesus, on methadone, she need thisIt was pounds of weed before your featuresBallies on my feet for the night's that it was all for the cheeseImpala on D's, Harbor Mall spending G'sBy any means Fiend sheeshTree look purpish, gold links TurkishWe ain't at the Dart girl, but this babe know how to twerk itAnd that thing with her tongue, she could probably join the circusDice hand, super swag, can't *****es serve it[Hook]
