"1st & 15th" lyrics
G Style, Curren$y & ALLBLACK Lyrics
[Curren$y:]
L, yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
T-tops in the roof, two woofers in the trunk
All a nigga really want
Come through like the first and fifteenth of every month
Get the fucking job done
What's the outcome? It's not a problem
How many niggas from they set can see us? Not one
Vehicles with every option
High as fuck at the opera
Yeah, Eastside, every time I rap
I say it anywhere I'm at
Seven Porsche 911s on the tarmac
Just took off an hour ago full of weed and cash
Undisclosed itinerary
She loving hanging with me 'cause it's kinda scary
Trying to take pictures in my chains, they hella heavy
Gotta get in the gym for that, baby, you not ready
I didn't buy it, it was not a Chevy
If it was, I must had one of 'em already
This Andretti, tucked away counting fetti
Bucks for rainy days, chase 'em all away
Some for the safe, some to play
Load 'em up in the Range, take 'em to the range
Bad bitches in safety equipment firing things
Letting 'em ring
All to the amusement of they kings
T-tops in the roof, two woofers in the trunk
All a nigga really want
Come through like the first and fifteenth of every month
Get the fucking job done
What's the outcome? It's not a problem
How many niggas from they set can see us? Not one
Vehicles with every option
High as fuck at the opera
[ALLBLACK:]
I ain't one of them, under they breath mumbling
Scared to tell 'em hoes what it is
Coach flights, long nights, fast the way I live
Marriotts where I sleep, I'm never at the crib
In the snow, fucked up the show, SFO hopped on a flight
Dropped the bag up in Saks, my nigga Dub got me right
Long sleeves down Canal, driver look like Wanda Sykes
I'm Mr. Never-Miss-A-Dinner, po' boy, after Sprite
I got gas—Arco, Shell, Texaco—I'm nice
I'm Joe Horn running plays in the NOLA, I get to it
Locked in, crowd surfing at my shows, I go stupid
She want me to buy bags and trick off, I can't do it
Best out the West since Eazy, I'm dedicated, Lil Weezy
I'm psyched out like Yeezy, came from the mud like Peezy
I used to have nothing, now I got everything, Young Jeezy
Every time that bag land, I get to dancing like Chris Breezy
It's BLACK
[Curren$y:]
T-tops in the roof, two woofers in the trunk
All a nigga really want
Come through like the first and fifteenth of every month
Get the fucking job done
What's the outcome? It's not a problem
How many niggas from they set can see us? Not one
Vehicles with every option
High as fuck at the opera
[G Style:]
"Strike it from the record" is what my lawyer told the judge
Nowadays these niggas do anything for a buzz
Stinging like a bee, rich Crip, I got a buzz
Really him in these streets, somebody where I'm from
Talking big-dog status, no playing with it, we staying with it
ALLBLACK, Curren$y, G Style, now that's the business
Counting up digits like that shit on the dash
Mines digital, two years home, I'm on they ass
Don't tell me, bitch, Zelle me, credit that to the Acorns
War going on outside no man is safe from
Money in the safe tucked away, that's for a rainy day
Pray to God every night, hoping He take this pain away
Cartel meetings, talks of pullin' a mil-a-day
Rosarito slides, meeting in Hong Kong
You listening to a don, my business I stand on
Long Beach nigga, I'm bigger than King Kong
[Curren$y:]
T-tops in the roof, two woofers in the trunk
All a nigga really want
Come through like the first and fifteenth of every month
Get the fucking job done
What's the outcome? It's not a problem
How many niggas from they set can see us? Not one
Vehicles with every option
High as fuck at the opera
L, yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
T-tops in the roof, two woofers in the trunk
All a nigga really want
Come through like the first and fifteenth of every month
Get the fucking job done
What's the outcome? It's not a problem
How many niggas from they set can see us? Not one
Vehicles with every option
High as fuck at the opera
Yeah, Eastside, every time I rap
I say it anywhere I'm at
Seven Porsche 911s on the tarmac
Just took off an hour ago full of weed and cash
Undisclosed itinerary
She loving hanging with me 'cause it's kinda scary
Trying to take pictures in my chains, they hella heavy
Gotta get in the gym for that, baby, you not ready
I didn't buy it, it was not a Chevy
If it was, I must had one of 'em already
This Andretti, tucked away counting fetti
Bucks for rainy days, chase 'em all away
Some for the safe, some to play
Load 'em up in the Range, take 'em to the range
Bad bitches in safety equipment firing things
Letting 'em ring
All to the amusement of they kings
T-tops in the roof, two woofers in the trunk
All a nigga really want
Come through like the first and fifteenth of every month
Get the fucking job done
What's the outcome? It's not a problem
How many niggas from they set can see us? Not one
Vehicles with every option
High as fuck at the opera
[ALLBLACK:]
I ain't one of them, under they breath mumbling
Scared to tell 'em hoes what it is
Coach flights, long nights, fast the way I live
Marriotts where I sleep, I'm never at the crib
In the snow, fucked up the show, SFO hopped on a flight
Dropped the bag up in Saks, my nigga Dub got me right
Long sleeves down Canal, driver look like Wanda Sykes
I'm Mr. Never-Miss-A-Dinner, po' boy, after Sprite
I got gas—Arco, Shell, Texaco—I'm nice
I'm Joe Horn running plays in the NOLA, I get to it
Locked in, crowd surfing at my shows, I go stupid
She want me to buy bags and trick off, I can't do it
Best out the West since Eazy, I'm dedicated, Lil Weezy
I'm psyched out like Yeezy, came from the mud like Peezy
I used to have nothing, now I got everything, Young Jeezy
Every time that bag land, I get to dancing like Chris Breezy
It's BLACK
[Curren$y:]
T-tops in the roof, two woofers in the trunk
All a nigga really want
Come through like the first and fifteenth of every month
Get the fucking job done
What's the outcome? It's not a problem
How many niggas from they set can see us? Not one
Vehicles with every option
High as fuck at the opera
[G Style:]
"Strike it from the record" is what my lawyer told the judge
Nowadays these niggas do anything for a buzz
Stinging like a bee, rich Crip, I got a buzz
Really him in these streets, somebody where I'm from
Talking big-dog status, no playing with it, we staying with it
ALLBLACK, Curren$y, G Style, now that's the business
Counting up digits like that shit on the dash
Mines digital, two years home, I'm on they ass
Don't tell me, bitch, Zelle me, credit that to the Acorns
War going on outside no man is safe from
Money in the safe tucked away, that's for a rainy day
Pray to God every night, hoping He take this pain away
Cartel meetings, talks of pullin' a mil-a-day
Rosarito slides, meeting in Hong Kong
You listening to a don, my business I stand on
Long Beach nigga, I'm bigger than King Kong
[Curren$y:]
T-tops in the roof, two woofers in the trunk
All a nigga really want
Come through like the first and fifteenth of every month
Get the fucking job done
What's the outcome? It's not a problem
How many niggas from they set can see us? Not one
Vehicles with every option
High as fuck at the opera
