[Intro]

(Turn me up, Kino)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

(Trauma Tone)

Uh

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass

And I'm passin' her the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass

And I'm probably finna leave in a car that go fast

And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast

[Post-Chorus: Curren$y]

In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags

On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass

If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash

Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash

Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that

Just so cold, you don't even know what you lookin' at

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass

And I'm passin' her the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass

And I'm probably finna leave in one of them cars that go so fast

And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]

I'm walkin' home, home, yeah, home, yeah

You won't leave me alone, yeah, 'lone, yeah, 'lone

She order drinks to stay up (Up)

The .9 stay tucked

We ridin' all day, I got keys to the truck (Keys to the truck)

Finally found what it means to us (Us)

Suicide doors, it's a suicide bus

In the CSI leanin', it got all ten guts

Hit my jeweler up, rendezvous for all ten cuts

You tried to police her but she all for us

All for us, all for us

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass

And I'm passin' her the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass

And I'm probably finna leave in one of them cars that go fast

And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast

[Post-Chorus: Curren$y]

In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags

On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass

If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash

Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash

Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that

Just so cold, you don't even know what you lookin' at

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Pulled up, window down, smellin' like a pound

Paint wet, nice sounds, whips too clean to touch the ground

That's a shame, it's the game, I can't change what I'm 'bout

Growin' wiser through the age, gettin' higher off the fly

She ain't do that shit for you, got with me and she was 'bout it

You wan' kill somebody 'bout it, you need therapy for your problems

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass

And I'm passin' her the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass

And I'm probably finna leave in one of them cars that go fast

And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast

[Post-Chorus: Curren$y]

In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags

On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass

If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash

Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash

Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that

Just so cold, you don't even know what you lookin' at

[Outro: Curren$y]

In a '96 Impala, paper tags

On the gas, got a squadron, when I pass

If you spot me then just holla

On the mash, grab it, split it

'Nother to the stash, uh