Movie Writers, Business Men & Gangsters

Lyrics

Yeah (Yeah) Where haven't we been yet Spitta, nigga (Fear and Loathing in New Orleans) Yeah (Fear and Loathing in New Orleans) Bitches know the planes got it Months after month, after month, after month, nigga [Verse 1: Curren$y] Smokin' these grapes, that's potent fire Rockin' these grapes, they Jordan 5's I'm in the city where any nigga could die So I gotta watch my enemies and friends with a close eye While I'm just turning to obtain My place in this game, my name is on these streets My name is my name, talk that fly shit on old beats But I murder new tracks just the same You ain't got a buzz yet, that's just a shame FS Jets, when on bubble like poured champagne G-5 in the sky, I'm on that plane The flight was kinda long, but I can't complain Rollin that Kush in Zig Zag papers, reading that new edition of Vapours I'm cool with computer dudes, and fools who commit capers Movie writers, business men, and gangsters [Chorus: Curren$y] Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters [Verse 2: Mr. Marcelo] (Young, Celo) New Orleans, Louisiana, choppers full of banana Clips, so monkey-ass niggas live in the trees Celo live in the streets, and sleep with a Tec Cause there's a lotta nigga dying, and I ain't 'bout to be next I burn rubber in my old school Chevy Danny Glover on me, boy, I keep my lethal weapon It's Curren$y, the last don, Marcelo's [?] The streets or the beats, I'm a motherfuckin' veteran Victor Newman to the young and the restless Charles Bronson with the [?],and I'll leave ya a death wish Yeah, I been getting my cash up (Say that) Since I was a juvie, dude kept a toolie So when I came through, niggas would back they ass up A lot of wack niggas reppin' my city But you can't be a boss if you talk it and don't live it If I say it (Say that) I did it (Say that) A grip for the jeans, and a stack for the tennis It's big business over here little niggas And the tops don't drop, they peel little niggas And the tops don't drop, they peel little niggas [Chorus: Curren$y] Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters Movie writers, business men, and gangsters [Verse 3: Curren$y] Three piece offset wheels Symbolise the signing of new deals, so trill I feel, when it comes down to it I'll be considered as one of the best to ever do it A couple niggas had a chance to make millions with the planes But they blew it, a couple niggas was surprised But I wasn't, 'cause I knew it, Spitta can't lose Cause the boy's Parker Lewis, I paid dues Now I pay you to do it, if don't wanna do it Hittin' switches in the Chevrolet, I'm six-duece-ing Hydraulic pumps make the car body jump Studio killer, you just a hard body punk You do what you are allowed to, homie, I do what I want Dropped the bomb ass tape last month Nigga, you happy that I'm back, don't front What you about to witness is big business, kid Big bosses cocky, and big Benzesses Movie writers, business men, and gangsters