Текст песни Super 8 - Curren$y

Kino, he, he magical on this shit
Uh, uh, uh
The chef is on
Smoke
Rule number one, don't talk about me

Still tryna get it, even though I got it
Stop watchin' my pockets, the fuck wrong with niggas?
Can't focus on they business, too busy mindin' mine
Nigga I don't worry about means, these bitches ain't worth my time
We goin' further with this one, niggas ain't worryin' about disses
'Cause bitch, I whipped down a ride
'Cause bitch I whipped down a drop
All I twist up and run this conference call from the passenger side
Stuck with a nigga, ain't ya? Laid to fuck with a nigga, ain't ya?
Comfortable in the corporate settin', just wеll with the gangsters
All the cеnts-makin' papin', that's all that matter baby
A million dollars on the interstate, that's just my cullin' in my raid
Waters and rocks in my watch, San Francisco Bay
Where the homie stay
I'm layin' another day if you home, girl, that we got in common
Nada put me on a plate
Included my brother, now we super straight
Police thought it was strange, they saw Super Cars at the Super 8