Artist: Curren$y Album: Cigarette Boats EP Song: Leaving the Dock Typed by: AZ Lyrics They shippin' that Lam to the crib while I'm on tour When I get off of this bus, it's gon' be pedal to the floor 'fore a nigga even set foot through the do' it's gon' be laps in that hoe Dolo. Fool, I ain't got time for no bitches But I do gotta Rolex where my long sleeves endin' A house on my wrist. A car on each pinky I got all of this, from laughin' at them lames while I'm rollin' up my sticky Lightnin' strike again. Jet Lifers, niggas always rewritin' history Fools hear our verses & rewrite that shit, they scriblin' Bitches see my bitches & consider tryin' women I pulled up drunk. Talkin' shit. In the lobby of my buildin' Push the button in the elevator took it straight to the ceiling Doors open in the livin' room, that's penthouse, pimpin' Yehh, girl I did it I'd advise you to play yo position 'fore you see another hoe in yo jersey tryna score thirty, ya heard me? A nigga been focused since I said Hi to her We higher than the Eiffel. You suckas is like fools Fool, who designed you? Nigga, I was built to make sure this sucka shit get killed Homie Ima well, big muhfuckin fish Of course you gon' see a ocean where I live Of course if I rolled it that's top shelf hemp Of course she got them Jordans on tryna impress him Titties out, when I fall in. Bring the whole city out I did it for Slim.... Jet Life