Still Lyrics - Weekend At Burnies - Curren$y

Homie come up outta this 

Ask yo girl who she rep she say 'yeah' 

About to land jets on some suckers houses 

Homie come up outta that side shit 

You call your girl crib 

In the background she bumping my shit 

You mad I'm at the crib cutting open vacuum bags 

Pouring some of that potent 

For the true smoking shit my homie had 

Last time I was in Cali told him he had to send me that 

Ship it to the city, so I could bend some corners 

With lil mama, tell her hit 

Some of this sticky with me 

Just being around me make her slippery 

Sexy pajamas when she visit me 

Her friends fall through, with all of that 

Over talking, baller stalking, searchin for eye contact 

So they could double back and ask G 

When I have some time free, but honestly 

Building this empire taking a lot of me 

It will be worth it though, shit good right now you find my lighter 

And my grinder it'll be perfect ho 

And it's still, and it's still jets at yo motherfuckin 

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As I stand here, g'd up from the feet up 

Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up 

Baby smoke it up, I ain't tripping I just reupped 

She thought real niggas was dead I made her a believer 

Now see us, we a different breed 

Come planted from a different seed 

Since young bred to keep it M.O.B 

My life is like a movie but I'm living out the scenes 

I'm pulling acts for the racks I'm all about the cream 

By any means I hustle and scheme to fulfill my dreams 

Of better living, fatter pockets, prettier women 

Super sticky weed I'm puffing layed up in the villa 

South beach suite metropole smoking and chilling 

Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer 

Hit her with the D now she in love with the villain 

But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach 

Can I get a witness to this g shit that I'm spitting 

At will, it's still, it's still, jets at yo motherfuckin 

Already 

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Ok, girl, where shall I begin? 

I told her about my lifestyle she said I'm all in 

She say most niggas change you ain't nothing like them 

So I got her high as hell, I'm talking above the rim 

But I never cared, mama blow it in the wind 

Ain't too much changed since back then 

But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends 

They wouldn't last a minute if they'd live where I live 

They couldn't walk a mile in these jordans number 10's 

And I got that shit off like thank you come again 

Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich 

So need what my cash for that's word to money mitch 

I swear im bound to break that bed when I get it in 

Haters know the set that I rep to the end 

It's crazy I keep hearing voices in my ear, telling me to get paid 

My reply bet I will and it's still, it's still