New Devils lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]
The worlds freshest you b*tch
WEZP New Orleans, New Orleans
Eastside
(Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
(Huh)

[Verse: Curren$y]
We had Bottega Veneta shades back in 2005
Me, Weezy, Mack Maine, we was in Hawaii
Always high, always fly, my n*gga that’s I
Hate on me, dawg, and why?
I come through, I show love every time
Take the neighbourhood kids out cruising in the lowride
Andretti, keep a pound on my side
Can’t find the TV remote, f*ck it bro, I’m going outside
SL600 got them Carlsonns on it
Once they see me in it, еverybody want it
But they can’t do it how I do it
Copying Curren$y, that’s countеrfeit, and useless, and stupid

[Verse: Ramirez]
Posted at the crib, munching, eating on some teppanyaki
Yo’ b*tch on my line, tryna give a young playa sloppy
Thumbing through my hunnids while I’m playing Super Tecmo
Rami needing that white-glove service wherever I go
Swangin’ bending these corners, concrete ocean I'm surfing
Giving peewees the gospel, the game I’m giving’s a sermon
Chop the top off the ‘64, hit the switches and drop slow
Cousin just touched a hunnid, working straight out from Hit Store
(You know I’m saying, get you some money, mane)