Take You There - Curren$y, Marsha Ambrosius

Uh, clearly I made it, all of this hating

Show’s over, it’s a couple bad ones waiting

Tryna get chosen, flown to a exotic destination

Smoking on something as strong as my vivid imagination

I don’t see nothing wrong with love being naked

Out this world whips, my crib a space station

My life is a trip, my crib a vacation

Bright lights, big city

Big cars, you and me

So baby you can roll with me

I’ll show you how it’s supposed to be

Big stars, I’ll spot ya

Be calm, I got ya

So baby let me take you there

Baby, let me take you there

Yellow gold my link, Coca Cola my mink

Louie pouch holding that stink, love what you think I came without it?

Never that, I keep a pack of papers in my pocket

Applaud all my hot shit, in them hoes mouths like gossip

Money old as Lou Gossett, dollar clocker

Too late for doctors, this dead on arrival

Baby recognize G when it’s in her eye, yo

Boss up nigga, this is what she ride fo'

Nigga fooling in that 2−0 Tahoe

Sunroof half open and my eyes halfway closed

It’s a movie 'round here baby, might see somebody famous

Niggas getting change but we won’t let it change us

Jet Life the campaign, can’t stop the reign

Had to put the top up on the Vanquish

I’m slanging raps off my iPad

Thinking back when High Times was a dime bag

We was smoking good, but it was all bad

Now we ride in that burgundy with the tan rag

If you ain’t heard of me

A nigga guessin that your internet services ain’t working too good at yall pad

It’s all good, I’ll hand y’all a late pass

Bring you up to speed 'fore we get to moving too fast

Back when I maneuvered that Jag hard top coupe

I just knew I was cooler than these lil' dudes out doing it

I was just being patient, pimping, perfecting my groovy

Sitting in the jacuzzi, on that Bluray Scarface

Nigga thinking 'bout music, while I’m?

And my girl in the vanity mirror, wiping off Mac lip gloss

Finna roll up a doobie, sincerely yours truly

They can’t do nothing with me, they can’t do nothing to me