Curren$y - For Seasons Lyrics
[feat. King Chip][Verse 1: Curren$y]Higher than ever, gray leatherHead rest, 2 letters, double S'sI love them Chevys to deathThese niggas fakin' they ready for gettin' they lines on setI don't know how to play they role, they more inclined to play themselvesI just live amongst them treesBakin' goodies, keebler elvesSmokin' with them *****es got em' focused in the kitchenPots whippin I'm chillin'My and my nigga' grub like kings and then we dippin'Interstate, lane changer, Rover Rangin' 96Lighters flickin' like them blinkersA motivated stoner mind blown but I be thinkingMatchin' Benzes in ten days kid, live to talk about it like A did[Hook: x2]We just worryin' bout the money them *****es gon' comeWe just worryin' bout the money them *****es gon' comeWe just worryin' bout the money them *****es gon' comeNigga pay that up front like the Ferrari trunk[Verse 2: King Chip]Yeah my nigga we in this *****Smokin' strong that's the longGot some shit that get you goneYSL, Dior HommeI'm a do this whole verse without no punch linesKing Chip really livin' ***** the one timeSpitta hit me up when I was in Vegas, like you need some weed?I say hell yeah must have read my mind, where it beTwelve thousand dollar outfit in that Tech GI don't owe nobody shit, King Chip debt freeMatter fact, couple Cleveland killers owe meI can tell 'em keep it, have 'em run up on you no PLocked inside my head, hella weed, hella deckhouseMe and Spitta smoke too much to not have dread locksStalking haters on my Twitter, sniping 'em with headshots***** ass eighth grader, *****ing hater dead nowDamn that nigga Chip is crazy, maybe it's the weed, SpittaE'rybody know that ain't nobody cold as these niggas[Hook x2]
