[Intro: Curren$y]
(Incredible)
(Medical records have shown I was born with the fly chromosome)
(All I talk is paper and digits and calculators)
(All I talk is paper and digits and calculators)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I'm wishing for a multi-color stealth bomber
May have to commission Eagle to design the armor
Fingerprint entry, only open for the owner
Retinal scans, I swear I'm on that next shit, man
You niggas fallin' off, tighten up your kickstand
You only sink faster when you fight the quicksand
Scribblin' vicious lyrics with my smokin' hand
Legend, I am incredible, medical records—
Have shown I was born with the fly chromosome
Looking in my backup cameras
The only way I get a look at you amateurs
Curren$y crush cowardly characters
Yellow like my Ferrari brake callipers
Bad bitches snappin' in Giuseppe heels, steady runnin' after us
[Chorus: Jean LePhare, Curren$y]
Ah ah ah, L-O-L on you niggas
Ah ah ah, I'm L-O-L-ing all you niggas
You still tryna figure out how you gonna rock your clothes
You still tryna figure out how you gonna get some hoes
You still tryna figure out what you gonna do for dough
You better sit back and watch as I set another trend
All I talk is paper and digits and calculators
All I talk is paper and digits and calculators
All I talk is paper and digits and calculators
All I talk is paper and digits and calculators
[Verse 2: Trademark the Skydiver]
Jack set, bitches know the planes got it
But I be damned if your chick play tricks with my pockets
On to the next topic, my flow, who could top it?
I envision these lyrics like the thought of a prophet
All for money and profit, like a serial shopper
I'm excessively coping material objects
Chains and watches, coupes with options
Sun roof, no roof, it's better topless
You ain't talking 'bout loot, then we don't need to chop it
Niggas hating on F-S, they need to stop it
Trademark, I'm a Jet, son, word to Spacely Sprocket
I take off like rockets, hover like helicopters
More bars than cell phones charged in the socket
You can't see me, not even with telescopic optics
[Chorus: Jean LaPhare, Curren$y]
Ah ah ah, L-O-L on you niggas
Ah ah ah. I'm L-O-L-ing all you niggas
You still tryna figure out how you gonna rock your clothes
You still tryna figure out how you gonna get some hoes
You still tryna figure out what you gonna do for dough
You better sit back and watch as I set another trend
All I talk is paper and digits and calculators
All I talk is paper and digits and calculators
All I talk is paper and digits and calculators
All I talk is paper and digits and calculators
[Verse 3: Curren$y, Trademark the Skydiver]
Spitta Boss Hugo, sports car, two-door
Your dogs think small, motherfuckin' toy poodles
Give a niggas kudos, it's your credit where it's due most
The power of a verse could spin the earth in reverse
You know where you saw it first, every time I get dressed
There's another trend set, pharaoh apparel
Polo horses on my chest, blowing on the best
Look up in the sky, it's not a Boeing, it's the Jets
Million dollar checks, hundred thousand dollar whips
So much loop, they swear to God we print counterfeits
Fresh Ice Creams match the ice scheme on my wrist
Yeah, I paid a lot of chips, you could tell how it glist'
Niggas' bitches on a the clique cuz they know that we the shit
All I know is purple buds and bottles of Viveu Cliq'
[Chorus: Jean LaPhare]
Ah ah ah, L-O-L on you niggas
Ah ah ah. I'm L-O-L-ing all you niggas
You still tryna figure out how you gonna rock your clothes
You still tryna figure out how you gonna get some hoes
You still tryna figure out what you gonna do for dough
You better sit back and watch as I set another trend
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