Capitol (feat. 2 Chainz)

歌詞

[Verse 1: Curren$y] This Jet Life, don't scrub, you blot that Flow rugs in the Porsche, I'm out front and got my top back Label me a author, forefounder of lifestyle rap Watching these niggas borrow game Not acknowledging where they got that Though I fall back, let them run with that, consider those my rebel kids Clashing with they father figure When they know they wanna be just like him Where might I have been without my pen To scribble about what I done wit 'em Girls that I took home last night, Chevys I sat on top them rims I'm good in front of that camera lens, weed smoke when my video spins At her house, rolling up in her boy shorts, my mafia bitch Plotting up, I'm counting up, going for it cause I go and get it So you liable to see her with me, my pockets fat, my tires skinny Loud pack, got a louder engine, 80 large, all Benjamins Vacationing, 2 nights spending, I ain't tripping Fool I know how to get that back, homie my triple O showed me that Same thing showed my how to roll them Zags [Hook: Curren$y x2] And my reputation precedes me, they already know I keep it capital G apostrophe D Going hard, making it look easy Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] You know I do it like I'm doing it for do Watch the shoes, ostrich, you know what time it is like 2 watches My reputation, detonation on destination I separated, elevated: get salutation I'm seldom seen in forest green foreign machine Dirty south but the engine clean and that pussy clean Criminal thing, a criminal mind I got a pocket full of dead presidents, I'mma bring them alive Riding shotgun with that K on the side Bitches that I'm done with, let them lay on the side Clock on your mind, I'm ahead of your time Hublot transform like Optimus Prime Diamonds on, diamonds off, shawty ass kinda soft Tattoos, lip gloss, pockets on Rick Ross I'm fantasizing a tantalizing experience Bitches like photography, I just take a pic [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Curren$y] I'm up in this, 442 on them Budnik rims I'm what a pimp All them gangsta bitches fuck with him Bring ducketts in When records wasn't really bumping, they was in love with him To see him balling is like drugs to them Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in Ain't concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him They be seeking that foundation, stable niggas with paper I'm all that, but I'm stingy, you ain't write n'an one of these raps And love, I'm so serious, you might get high from Henny Get stupid fly at any event, spray some Ozium in that vent Bring them hoes and tell them shake that shit, send my jail niggas flicks We live it, she love it, in the kitchen, in the oven mitt It's Jet Life over e'ry bitch And e'ry bitch ass nigga breaking they back, tryna take care of them We get high, we laugh at them I swear ain't no comparin' them to no nigga in my area This Jet Life, no play time, we cut them hoes, you carry them [Hook x2]