The Collective - Curren$y

Interstate?

* Interstate Hound, Forgiatto Wheels, Cadillac Grille

Bumpin my nigga Big Krit

Coming Down Smelling like Bond no.

9 and a half a pound

That’s What I Do, I thought you knew

You’ve been informed, you been warned

Its up to you, whoever fit the shoe

Still a Chevy man through and through

But its something about that El Dorado coupe

And the way she moves

Baby blue my latest boo, lowriders yea i gotta few

But its just something different, you gotta sit in it

Custom machine im steering

Making that real (ryda?) *Make every arrival a grand appearance

Smoking some fire right outside the building

Chopping the game up for these ghetto children

Cold chillin, flowing like a polo linen

And i never ever thought i would get a Cadillac

Haven’t driven the Rolls since some days

I been Cadillacin' bumpin that UGK

Smoking gas in a real major way

On Wheels The Collective we been making plays

Legal trappin made it rich from rappin

My life the shit I had to just go and tell u how it happen

Over these beats, i know you hear them snares gettin at u

Like the rat-a-tat of assault rifles from project battles

Im sliding past u in a blast from the past, like super fast

Interior beyond cold, i swear to god its laid out like a condo

Im a let that one?

bro

And i never ever thought I’d get a Cadillac

But im highered up dippin in the Cadillac

Smokin one for my nigga big krit in the Cadillac

Eastside on the rise, keep the E in it, nigga we smoking weed in it

Laughing in the pictures, wouldn’t write about it if a nigga didn’t live it

Yea thats the difference.

yall act like some bitches