Weed and Weave

Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] (Hey, I know where that bitch at now) Yeah We gon' keep it simple Monstabeatz [Chorus: Curren$y] Weave in they hair, weed in they purse Weave in the hair, weed in purse Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us Weave in they hair, weed in purse Weave in they hair, weed in purse Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us [Verse 1: Curren$y] Ain't nothing going on but the money and the power Smoke one for my big homie, he just got back out here I ain't gon say his name, cause he low key with it But he know this rhyme for him, know he my OG, nigga I pull up hittin' switches, with the killers blowin killa I'm comfortable in them trenches than the war, zone chillin' What I call home, New Orleans, where half of us is under surveillance Some of our houses is still underneath water Can't control the weather, but a bottom mama gon' do whatever I tell her Cause since I came into her life it's been better Forgiato helicopter propellers Underneath Andretti's new Chevy, doja, and fetti [Chorus: Curren$y] Weave in they hair, weed in they purse Weave in the hair, weed in purse Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us Weave in they hair, weed in purse Weave in they hair, weed in purse Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us [Verse 2: Fendi P] I be comin' down, might be bumpin' strong, slidin' through Don't play wit me, bitch, I'm Fendi P, who the fuck is you? In love with who? You gon' shame the devil, you gon' tell the truth Chicken in my coupe, no KFC, just want fuck with me Keep it real, all my cars is clean, smell like weed and weave Nigga please, you can't fuck with me, you can't smoke with me Nike Air, on back all my threes, I gotta hella these Twenty-three, jump like twenty-three, ain't no out-balling me Hella weed, smoking hella weed, I buy my bitch new weave Dollar Tree, trap out of Dollar Tree, I serve them by the three Ninety-six in my '96, I'm smoking ninety-three I bet you that she gon' be high as shit, soon as she leave me [Chorus: Curren$y] Weave in they hair, weed in they purse Weave in the hair, weed in purse Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us Weave in they hair, weed in purse Weave in they hair, weed in purse Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us [Verse 3: Project Pat] Weave in her hair, that Brazilian shit, redbone Hella thick, ass like a Brazilian chick, shaking on my dick But naw, you no Kardashian You an old North Memphis chicken, you ain't from Amsterdam Got my fam with the extendos, foreign tinted windows Blowin on that Cali, playing hoes like Nintendo Memphis niggas, African decent, but we tote Russian sticks Niggas in my city kill police, we stay with this shit Making a flip, making a play, any way to check doe Off pills, or the yay, more dog food than a Petco Heard you got them things, my nigga, what they hit for? If the price is wrong, later on we pulls a kick-doe [Chorus: Curren$y] Weave in they hair, weed in they purse Weave in the hair, weed in purse Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us Weave in they hair, weed in purse Weave in they hair, weed in purse Weave in they hair, weed in purse, still drunk In the mornin from the hundred bottles that they popped with us