T.Y. (Rapper) - Last Week lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] T.Y, you gotta come right behind me And then Jay Worthy going on that b*tch too [Verse 1: Curren$y] Rolls Royce outside 'cause I'm in the building No tint on the windows, see me minding my business Look good on the wheels that it came on Backyard banging' Miles Davis swimming with my chains on [?] your b*tch on, yeah Got seen, we at brunch, now your b*tch on the map Got the party up front, dice game in the back ni**a I'm a OG like [?] My ni**a Killer Mike got the black [?] Slide from the port to the porch on their ass It ain't that you slow, it's that a ni**a so fast Porsche at the pad, sports car stash Computerized cash, how long will it last? Computerized dash, watch a ni**a match I lost the [?] the b*tch lost her lash I hit my joint and tried not to laugh [Chorus: Curren$y] We gotta make more than we made last week We gotta make more than we made last week We gotta make more than we made last week And we made out good if you ask me We gotta make more than we made last week We gotta make more than we made last week We gotta make more than we made last week And we made out good if you ask me [Verse 2: T.Y.] My lil bro off the pill, he be doing the most We just dropped another opp so let's have a toast Y'all ain't nothing but rap ni**as, y'all ain't really want smoke I don't take disrespect, I'll smack a ho I put a switch on my Glock, now that b*tch won't stop Took a trip out of town just to make a few [?] Take a xan for the day, I cancel everything out Roadrunners with the miles on them rentals a lot I don't be fu*king with them b*tches who be talking a lot Running 'round saying how they had my dick in their mouth I ain't basic, you gotta know how to act around me I buy it all if a ni**a bring some [?] 'round me, real [Chorus: Curren$y] We gotta make more than we made last week We gotta make more than we made last week We gotta make more than we made last week And we made out good if you ask me We gotta make more than we made last week We gotta make more than we made last week We gotta make more than we made last week And we made out good if you ask me [Verse 3: Jay Worthy] I had her hopping out [?] no chopper in the backseat Just hooker heels and makeup [?] Running laps around the Bay like you would thought we at the track meet Called [?] there's dollars in these back streets Little homies on [?] and Percocet's but still creep Karma a motherfu*ker, put your ass to sleep Resting in a [?] box six feet deep When I pass signal [?] No [?] where I'm from, only raised Y.G's If you ain't from the hood then you nobody (If you ain't from the hood then you nobody)