No Window Tints

(Album: Fetti - 2018)

To go, to go, to go, to go
The sounds (Yeah) Just the wind on my skin

[Curren$y:]
Uh, fine fabrics, interior serious
Dash board lavish, 14-Karat gold instruments
I'm outside looking at it, I didn't even sit in it yet
I can't believe that it's just how I envisioned it
Watching the speed limits baby, we smoking weed in it
Without no window tints, to me that make no sense
Can't hide, when you this fly
Them niggas is seeing it
Taking in this sunset on the lake
While reminiscing on how narrowly I escaped
We divide the cake, brunches with the heads of state
Mimosas on different coasts and these niggas ain't even close
They don't want no smoke
Them niggas broke they wan't hand outs
I'd rather hand 'em a rope
Standing in one place won't get you paid
They fire desperation shots but I'm not fazed

Welcome home
What'd you say your name was?