Yeah
[Curren$y:]

Exit in the striker boat

Clean as fuck, eatin' millions and shittin' soap

Its in the ceilings, it's in the walls, it's in the floor

That's old news, the real drugs is in the floor

Gold shoes, David Spokes on a 94

Fleet wood, my weed and fucking my bottom bitch, how we sleep good

G's spent on that motor work, monsters under these hoods

Clique to thick for you to see through it, you know how we do it

Way different from them, momma who let them in

Undesirables non-vibal, this is what them bosses flick their lighters to
Hook:

Yeah, Yeah

This is Harlem in New Orleans

This is old school and drop farmers (right)

This that first smoke of the month

This that shit you always wanted (right)

I hope you suckas are ready for it

You know your bitches waiting on it, uh

This that first smoke of the month

This that shit you always wanted
[Smoke DZA:]

Riiight, fuck the fame, give me the money and bud


Nigga could walk through Harlem and its nothin' but love

A1 under these rap gods that's fuckin' with us

They don't even look cool, most of these niggas are?

You rockin' with the innovators, imitated, never duplicated

If you don't fill acting, chances is you a hater

I can smell a motherfucka that's jealous, look at you

All in your feelings, you can't help it

Nigga look at the ground where real niggas round

I can see through the fake love and fake pounds

I ain't trippin I don't kick it with em

No verses they can copy, as long as they got the ticket for it

DZA
Hook:

Yeah, Yeah

This is Harlem in New Orleans

This is old school and drop farmers (right)

This that first smoke of the month

This that shit you always wanted (right)

I hope you suckas are ready for it

You know your bitches waiting on it, uh

This that first smoke of the month

This that shit you always wanted