Prioritize

Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] Yeah, race-cars and weed jars, nigga Yeah [Verse 1: Curren$y] Raised lettering on my Hoosiers Drag strips slicks, rear of the Barracuda Them niggas ain't shit, just muhfuckin' poo-poo Sissy-ass zeros, muhfuckin' fruit loops Homie, who your hero? Who taught you your moves? Z'ed in my limo, woke up in my hotel room Hoes just following they noses, to my door It's no joke, momma just roll it You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight You gon' get your turn on the doobie bitch, just wait No beginner luck coming from me, this is just fate Because I had faith, certain I can make it shake like turbulence Sweet sugar babies all sleeping in my nursery Walk in, suckas go to shuffling, nervously Won't stop 'til I reside at the top permanently Twenty-one joints burning for me [Chorus: Curren$y] And if you ain't got no rims, nigga Don't get no wood grain steering wheel But you can lay back, let your paper stack Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch [Verse 2: Nesby Phips] This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet I guess it is, hah, 'cause I'm in first class, making beats Sipping cranberry, no liquor, deboard the plane Hoes stop me for a picture, I ain't tripping Even though I'm a fall-back nigga, but that's how it is When your crew on buzz, people do show love Fall through and all my town niggas do roll bud But leave them blunts in your car, cause we don't do those cuz That's a mean pair of kicks, kudos love Now she, cooking me breakfast, after lusting me for dinner Figure she won't lose, cause she fuckin' with a winner I told her game over, to reset press Enter [Chorus: Curren$y] If you ain't got no rims, nigga Don't get no wood grain steering wheel But you can lay back, let your paper stack Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch [Verse 3: Curren$y] Mission Impossible completed Obstacles are optical illusions, we don't really see 'em They put rules in place 'cause y'all need 'em Some people are like sheep, I got no mercy for the weak Especially when niggas next to me, and ready to eat I put 'em in position to get them, I'm getting me Louisana, travel the Twin Span, looking for my music It's bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand Kawasaki Ninja on the kickstand, any minute I'm outty Like four rings, truth in engineering, ya got me Bitches longing to be by me Hypnotic karate, talk that dress right off of her body She so wet, she soggy from these verbal massages Highed up, astrologist, smoking with your goddesses Swore that I would do all of this [Chorus: Curren$y] If you ain't got no rims, nigga Don't get no wood grain steering wheel But you can lay back, let your paper stack Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch