Briefcase - Curren$y

Yeah

Yeah

On a mission and I’m fishin' for my niggas

Fuck around found Pilot Talk III

Million cash in the safe, help me sleep safe

Handcuff my favourite bitch to the briefcase

Baby text me, let me know you made it in safe

Condo, capital city of each state

Enough here for all of us to have a slice of cake

Make sure every body ate, the whole family straight

Try to keep a tidy place and have it free of snakes

Cause you know they slither in here some kinda way

Some disguised as friends, masks on they face

Fake smiles, devilish grins, looks of hate

Steer clear of them cause them niggas they’ll take ya

For a long ride, they find ya tied up off the interstate

Stakes high, but I’m higher

Keys open doors to my lowrider

Somewhere inside I’m sure I got a lighter

Take flight after we find it

Racecar driver slash airplane pilot

Dress better than yo stylist nigga I’m not even tryin'

You wastin' time lookin' at shit you ain’t even buyin'

I’m on the lot and you barely online browsin'

Tryna tell me what to do with my shit

Organized crime, in my mind game applied

Dream realized, things visualized, materialized

Words to my rhymes, I’m swervin' in my '65

13 inch gold spokes white wall tires

Young’un you 'round grown folks

Keep some open eyes, and ears

You might learn something up here

No fear, just blood sweat and gears

Shifting the number one position, top tier

For the right amount of dollars my nigga, I’ll appear

The whole crowd high off the dope for they ears

Catalogue thats enough dope for the years

I’m on for hella seasons like cheers nigga yeah

Million cash in the safe, help me sleep safe

Handcuff my favourite bitch to the briefcase

Baby text me, let me know you made it in safe

Condo, capital city of each state

Enough here for all of us to have a slice of cake

Make sure every body ate, the whole family straight

Try to keep a tidy place and have it free of snakes

Cause you know they slither in here some kinda way

On a mission and I’m fishin' for my niggas

Fuck around found Pilot Talk

Yeah, yeah

Seen niggas blow up and blow it, you know it

One of the last stoned poets