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[Intro: Curren$y] Zaytoven Yeah, yeah Yeah Thangs that was been supposed to been happen Yeah, yeah Thirty cars, still feelin' like I ain’t got enough (Like I ain't got enough) Forty large on a plain Jane, that's not a bluff (That’s not a bluff) Top off in a light rain, don't put it up (Don't put it up) [Chorus: Curren$y] Thirty cars, still feelin' like I ain't got enough (Like I ain't got enough) Forty large on a plain Jane, that's not a bluff (That's not a bluff) Top off in a light rain, don’t put it up (Don’t put it up) Two miles per hour, we crawl by, let 'em look at us (Let ’em look at us) Yeah, yeah, yeah Two miles per hour, we crawl by, let 'em look at us (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Thirty cars still feelin' like I ain't got enough [Verse 1: Curren$y] Floated all over the beat Rolled thirty joints out a P Pull up and shoot for the three Money is all that we see Scores, we runnin’ 'em up Bulletproof armored trucks Nineteen ninetey-eight stunts Papercuts from countin' Now we just weigh that stuff Landin' at two-thirty Got a bad bitch waitin' for us She'll come shake it up Bless a nigga with a yacht, mansion Know them hoes be takin' stuff Tricks find themself robbed blind When they drunk and they wakin' up Sick to the stomach and hittin' the who done it We ran that hustle the whole summer We did some pretty nice numbers I like that bitch, but I don't love her Medusa head on my bed cover Bathin' Ape, Puma, suede, brother Nigga, you really ain't said nothin' 'Less you said you got bread for me [Chorus: Curren$y] Thirty cars, still feelin' like I ain't got enough (Like I ain't got enough) Forty large on a plain Jane, that's not a bluff (That's not a bluff) Top off in a light rain, don't put it up (Don't put it up) Two miles per hour, we crawl by, let 'em look at us (Let 'em look at us) Yeah, yeah, yeah Two miles per hour, we crawl by, let 'em look at us (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Thirty cars still feelin' like I ain't got enough [Verse 2: Philthy Phil] Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga, uh huh Me and Spitta blow a O a lot (Jet a lot) Submariner cost eighty thou' (Bust down) Free Dip, he lost in trial Appeal lawyer on the case now (He is) JBay took another ten (Free JBay) He'll be forty when we meet again (He will) Chain hollow, I can see his thing (Fuck that) Hundred thou' when I spin that thing I need a bitch, I wanna see my women (I do) The devil just wanna see me sin (He do) Same niggas, meet them again (Meet them again) Raise my little boys up to men (To the men) Thirty thou' in like two days (Thirty thou') My Asian bitch bust two plays (She did) Remember hustlin' for the new Js? (Oh, I remember) Now I won't wear 'em more than two days (It's Phil) My ex-bitch, I guess she on pussy (Fag) Bad bitch with some bad pussy (She bad) Empire, all I need is Cookie (All I need) OPD, they just wanna book me (Fuck twelve) Raf Simmons cost five hundred (Five hundred) Pint of lean cost nine hundred (Chump change) Tell me how to spend my money (Uh-uh) Get out my business, need to mind somethin' (Ya dig?) It's Philthy [Chorus: Curren$y] Thirty cars, still feelin' like I ain't got enough (Like I ain't got enough) Forty large on a plain Jane, that's not a bluff (That's not a bluff) Top off in a light rain, don't put it up (Don't put it up) Two miles per hour, we crawl by, let 'em look at us (Let 'em look at us) Yeah, yeah, yeah Two miles per hour, we crawl by, let 'em look at us (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Thirty cars still feelin' like I ain't got enough [Verse 3: Maxo Kream] Maxo, uh, look I don't sip no green lean, I be actin' up Hundred, please, plus transportation To a destination, nigga, add it up Yellowbone and she bad as fuck With a sloppy mouth like Daffy Duck I'm a trap king, she a trap slut She bust it down while I bag it up Feed ya water with the princess cuts Mind set on a million bucks Flippin' money, like a million touched For my next order, I need a million trucks Fuck a pint, just bought a case My lawyer paid, just bough the case Best friends with the DEA Next court date, I should be straight Used to chop rocks on them paper plates Now I drop a top with the paper plates I don't trust banks, got a bigger savings Gotta switch phones, gotta play it safe Switchin' up rides with the transportation No location on my navigation Rolly, Patek, gotta switch the faces Britney, Ashley, got 'em switchin' faces I'm gone [Chorus: Curren$y] Thirty cars, still feelin' like I ain't got enough (Like I ain't got enough) Forty large on a plain Jane, that's not a bluff (That's not a bluff) Top off in a light rain, don't put it up (Don't put it up) Two miles per hour, we crawl by, let 'em look at us (Let 'em look at us) Yeah, yeah, yeah Two miles per hour, we crawl by, let 'em look at us (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Thirty cars still feelin' like I ain't got enough [Verse 4: Team Eastside Peezy] Two miles an hour when I crawl by In somethin' new when I slide past (Yeah) Back then, it was Tru Religion Now it's Nudie Jeans with the thigh pads (Racks) Right wrist filled with Louis bracelets (Yup) Left wrist got the Rolly on it (Rolly) Dope Nikes, I'm a dope runner Tryna fill the bank account up with commas Louis band, where the racks at? (Racks) Check the mail 'cause the pack comin' (Uh) Felt lost and ain't had nothin' (Uh) Ran it up and got back on it (Woo) Nine hundred for a Gucci shirt (Shirt) Fuck your bitch, make the coochie squirt (Uh) Prayin' hard, but ain't been to church All my friends dead just like Uzi Vert (Money) One-fifty for a ounce of that Two-fifty for a ounce to cook (Wow) Four-fifty for the white sales That you only seen inside a book (Heard?) I been thuggin' my whole life I don't bend the rules, I play by the book (Yeah) All I want's a bitch gettin' money I don't really give a fuck how she look Let's get it, nigga
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