Last Week

[Intro: Curren$y]
T.Y, you gotta come right behind me
And then Jay Worthy going on that bitch too

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Rolls Royce outside 'cause I'm in the building
No tint on the windows, see me minding my business
Look good on the wheels that it came on
Backyard banging' Miles Davis swimming with my chains on
[?] your bitch on, yeah
Got seen, we at brunch, now your bitch on the map
Got the party up front, dice game in the back
Nigga I'm a OG like [?]
My nigga Killer Mike got the black [?]
Slide from the port to the porch on their ass
It ain't that you slow, it's that a nigga so fast
Porsche at the pad, sports car stash
Computerized cash, how long will it last?
Computerized dash, watch a nigga match
I lost the [?] the bitch lost her lash
I hit my joint and tried not to laugh

[Chorus: Curren$y]
We gotta make more than we made last week
We gotta make more than we made last week
We gotta make more than we made last week
And we made out good if you ask me
We gotta make more than we made last week
We gotta make more than we made last week
We gotta make more than we made last week
And we made out good if you ask me

[Verse 2: T.Y.]
My lil bro off the pill, he be doing the most
We just dropped another opp so let's have a toast
Y'all ain't nothing but rap niggas, y'all ain't really want smoke
I don't take disrespect, I'll smack a ho
I put a switch on my Glock, now that bitch won't stop
Took a trip out of town just to make a few [?]
Take a xan for the day, I cancel everything out
Roadrunners with the miles on them rentals a lot
I don't be fucking with them bitches who be talking a lot
Running 'round saying how they had my dick in their mouth
I ain't basic, you gotta know how to act around me
I buy it all if a nigga bring some [?] 'round me, real

[Chorus: Curren$y]
We gotta make more than we made last week
We gotta make more than we made last week
We gotta make more than we made last week
And we made out good if you ask me
We gotta make more than we made last week
We gotta make more than we made last week
We gotta make more than we made last week
And we made out good if you ask me

[Verse 3: Jay Worthy]
I had her hopping out [?] no chopper in the backseat
Just hooker heels and makeup [?]
Running laps around the Bay like you would thought we at the track meet
Called [?] there's dollars in these back streets
Little homies on [?] and Percocet's but still creep
Karma a motherfucker, put your ass to sleep
Resting in a [?] box six feet deep
When I pass signal [?]
No [?] where I'm from, only raised Y.G's
If you ain't from the hood then you nobody
(If you ain't from the hood then you nobody)