5.0 Chronicles
Larry June, Curren$y
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Making sure the rims wipe down, you now I mean? Man (Mr. Rodgers) Bring that shit in, yeah (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip and I'm straight) damn (Coolin', movin' smokin' my Jamaican-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, gas out the mother-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, whip, whip) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip and I'm straight) damn (Coolin', movin' smokin' my Jamaican-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, gas out the mother-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, whip, whip) Hop in my 5.0, toss on something smooth (man) Plottin' on a bigger move, real estate in the Hills Came with a master plan, went home and switched whips Thirty day run in my under touch fifty quick Figured I'd send the bitch, fucked around and made a star Top notch clientele, 3k for every call We don't glamorize the game, we tryna do better Still spending five G's on these cashmere sweaters You niggas was cupcaking, we was playing Costa Mesa At the Cheesecake Factory interviewing Heather Tip the valet, pull off in somethin' special Secret location, doin' push-ups and swimming Six figure credit line just to bill the corporation Take heed, my nigga, this a different conversation A lotta shit changed (changed), way more crazy (crazy) But I maintained ('tained) 5.0 swang (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip and I'm straight) damn (Coolin', movin' smokin' my Jamaican-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, gas out the mother-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, whip, whip) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip and I'm straight) damn (Coolin', movin' smokin' my Jamaican-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, gas out the mother-) yeah, yeah (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, whip, whip) yeah, let me say it, bro Gas in my jar, gas in my car My mama prayed hard 'cause her son a star Automatic start, range hella far Pull up by my used-to-be-the broad Backslidin' every now and then She still cool, so we like close friends So much in common Smokin' and countin' Tossin' gold coins in the water fountain Making wishes on 'em pullin' Impalas out 'em Couple foreigns I got 'em Holdin' somethin' partna I often talk about 'em over beats that's knockin' They legs tired from clout chasin' Eyes sore from pocket watchin' My flow amazing, all this holy water 'round me Girl, you better thank the Lord you found me (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip and I'm straight) East side every time (Coolin', movin' smokin' my Jamaican-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, gas out the mother-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, whip, whip) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip and I'm straight) (Coolin', movin' smokin' my Jamaican-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, gas out the mother-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, whip, whip) yeah (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip and I'm straight) that's right (Coolin', movin' smokin' my Jamaican-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, gas out the mother-) (Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, whip, whip)
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Written by: Larry Eugene Hendricks, Justin Rogers, Shante Scott Franklin
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