🎵 U Wish // by Curren$y

2 ContributorsU Wish Lyrics [Verse 1] You dream about that lifestyle We live that shit out right now With no major label budget FS Jets get multimedia coverage Don't think outside the box, I thinks above it Crab-ass niggas can't carry my luggage Blue-on-blue damier print You ain't got one on these, quit lying to them bitches We G, you puss, these hoes know the difference Between good weed and the shit y'all give 'em I smoke good with 'em, before I hit 'em They fall in love, I fall out laughing Atlanta, throw parties in mansions Turn down invites to ones in the Hamptons Slide hoes in from M-I-A They roll out weed, we record our tapes Everybody know me, you seen my face On websites run by those with good taste Chillin' in a Bape t-shirt Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Mary J. Blige concert [Chorus: Curren$y] Because the hoes is on us These niggas hating on us But we don't pay attention We just get paper on them These hoes know how we do it We make that fly-ass music You wish you could drive these cars, smoke this weed Fuck these broads, kill these beats [Verse 2: Trademark da Skydiver] Niggas know the the deal Trade stay fresh, plus flyer than a Lear Yellow stones on my neck, no diamonds on my ears Riding in the whip, big rims, no tints So when I pass up the strip, you can glance in the whip It's a sunny day, doobie rays compliment the wrist Smelling like a pound of piff, I just blew down a zip Hundreds on deck like we printing counterfeits Pockets open up like the doors on the new six Bitches rushing in like a blitz to catch a glimpse of the kid He stay fly from the shirt to the kicks I'm so high, I'm in the sky like a solar eclipse Blowin' piff and gettin' high to the words that we spit FA Jets, we taking over this shit, fear and loathing in the finest gear Fly Society designer wear, nigga, it's our year FS Jet set, nigga, we outta here [Chorus: Curren$y] Because the hoes is on us These niggas hating on us But we don't pay attention We just get paper on them These hoes know how we do it We make that fly-ass music You wish you could drive these cars, smoke this weed Fuck these broads, kill these beats