Fashionably Late - Curren$y

Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars

Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

New Orleans and narcotics draped in metal and fiber optics

Cause dull bitches attracted to shiny objects

Well I guess y’all can kick it, Phife Dawg

Q-Tip, we all Souls of Mischief

This is how we chill until the globe stop spinning

I told all my folks that I’d be coming back with it

Now ask 'em if I did it any different, peppermints and lemons

Boss brothers chopping business around the table

It resembles a civil rights sit-in

Powerful shit, editing rooms, hours of clips

A man of many hats in this new era

Nurturing several smaller business underneath my umbrella

On the low low

And I’m still on top of the money

Dope boy mattress, a hundred K cash

With the box spring under it, who they think they fucking with

Spitta won’t have none of it, suits offer contracts

I tear that shit up in front of them, baby girl I’m just hustling

Without cocaine smuggling but this shit is dope Tito

Roll these as we smoke, joints infinity

Highed up, supposed to have breakfast at Tiffany’s

With Brittany but I got tied up, low riders

Hydraulics, trunks full of batteries and wires

Flow get tighter and tighter, adjustable pliers

Flip through these bitches like Zippo lighters