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Report: Nike is suing the designer behind Lil Nas X’s Satan shoes

Report: Nike is suing the designer behind Lil Nas X’s Satan shoes
MSCHF sold an unauthorized, Satan-themed edition of the Air Max 97, and Nike is suing for trademark infringement.

By Jordan Darville

March 29, 2021

Lil Nas X. Photo by Ashley Buenrostro.

Nike has reportedly filed a lawsuit against MSCHF, the designer behind Lil Nas X‘s controversial “Satan shoes,” according to a tweet from New York Times reporter Kevin Draper. The shoes are unofficial redesigns of Nike’s trademark Air Max 97 design. According to a screencap of the lawsuit posted to Twitter, the filing’s complaints include trademark infringement, false designation of origin, trademark dilution, and common law trademark infringement.

Nike is suing MSCHF over the blood shoes: pic.twitter.com/inFLwU8k0q

— Kevin Draper (@kevinmdraper) March 29, 2021

The shoes were announced in conjunction with the release of Lil Nas X’s new song and video “MONTERO (CALL ME BY YOUR NAME).” Like the video, which features a scene where Nas X gives Satan a lapdance, the shoes contain similar themes. Sporting a metal pentagram on the laces, the shoes contain human blood in the sole, are sold in an edition of 666, and are embellished with the phrase “Luke 10:18,” a reference to the Bible verse reading “He replied, ‘I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven.'”

Many right-wing and conservative figures were outraged by the shoes and video, including South Dakota governor Kriti Noem, who got on the wrong side of a Twitter beef with Nas X.

The “Satan shoes” are a sequel of sorts to the “Jesus shoes” released by MSCHF in 2019. Like the Lil Nas X collab, they were restyled, bootlegged Air Max 97s, though the Jesus shoes had a blue and white colorway with a metal crucifix attached on the laces. The sole of the shoes contained 60ccs of water taken from the River Jordan.

The FADER has reached out to MSCHF for more information.

Lil Nas X’s Satan Shoes are upsetting all the right people

Lil Nas X’s Satan Shoes are upsetting all the right people
Conservative critics are having a meltdown over the $1,018 sneakers while Nike has distanced itself, too.

By David Renshaw

March 29, 2021

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Last week Lil Nas X dropped new song “Montero (Call Me By Your Name)” alongside a video filled with biblical themes, including scenes featuring the devil himself. Building off the back of the fun visuals, Nas subsequently announced that he was launching his own Nike sneaker. The “Satan Shoe,” he promised, includes real human blood in the sole and would be limited to just 666 pairs. Since then, things have only got weirder.

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First of all, some information on the shoes. Brooklyn-based company MSCHF are behind the custom Air Max 97s, with Nike telling the New York Times that they have nothing to do with the product. “We do not have a relationship with Little Nas X or MSCHF,” a spokesperson said, “Nike did not design or release these shoes, and we do not endorse them.”

The sneakers do, however, contain real blood with six members of the MSCHF team contributing to the cause. The limited edition drop retail at $1018 a pair and come with a pentagram-shaped charm and “Luke 10:18,” a reference to the biblical passage, “I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven,” written by the toe.

As is the norm, some sections of the internet took a young musician having fun on the internet as a sign of the continuing decline of society as we know it. Lil Nas X, an elite poster and former Barb, has enjoyed himself in the replies.

Our kids are being told that this kind of product is, not only okay, it's "exclusive." But do you know what's more exclusive? Their God-given eternal soul.

We are in a fight for the soul of our nation. We need to fight hard. And we need to fight smart. We have to win. https://t.co/m1k1YWFpuo

— Governor Kristi Noem (@govkristinoem) March 28, 2021

yep and i might fuck yours https://t.co/PJ9nil77IJ

— nope 🏹 (@LilNasX) March 29, 2021

we are in a pandemic and y’all are going on day 5 of being mad at a gay nigga who don’t do none but tweet all day

— nope 🏹 (@LilNasX) March 29, 2021

At one stage Nas posted a video on YouTube titled “Lil Nas X Apologizes for Satan Shoe,” only to cut to a lap dancing scene with Satan from the music video. Enjoy the “Montero (Call Me By Your Name)” video below and good luck copping a pair of Satan Shoes in time for Easter.

Lil’ Krystalll – +44 Lyrics

[Текст песни «+44»]

[Интро]
— Почему-то в среду вечером все спят
— Угу-угу, а как у тя дела?
— У меня дела отлично, а ты в Лондоне?
— Почему голос грустный?
— Мне грустно, потому что ты не отвечаешь на мой вопрос

[Припев]
Сука хочет любви, отношений, таким я не верю (Вот)
Парень с талантом и это прекрасно, Россия стала гаремом (Вот)
Потерял интерес в женском комфорте, когда открыл силу денег (Вот)
Когда мне плохо, знаю, что меня братан согреет
Я в— Я в— Я в маске снаружи, бро, выходи мне на встречу (Вот)
Новый вагон, новый подгон — ношу только новые вещи (Вот)
Эти колёса не стоят так много, эти колёса на вечер (Вот)
Я и ты, мы оттуда, где правит бедность

[Куплет]
Не ношу дерьма в трусах, статья растёт по граммам
Бро был в СИЗО, смотрел ТВ, он не пойдёт обратно
Да, я замешан, да, я в центре, не могу соврать вам
Моя кровь как яд, мой cup как кровь — это железные факты
Сто тысяч лиц, шея вся в ледышках, ты всё также бедный
Мы с самой грязи, London city показал, где деньги
Забавно видеть, как толпа хочет ворваться в небо
Мой бро купил крипту на high, теперь он ждёт свой Lambo
Эй, broski, я там был в семнадцатом, сгорели бабки
Потом Dark Web нас стал кормить, мы стали делать пачки
Ш-ш-ш, что? Сплетни оставлю пташкам
Я люблю цифры девять-пять, за свои Air Max'ы (Алло)
(Слушай) So fly, как медик, shank в штанах порезал ноги (Е)
Прыгнул на glide, собрал очки без Insta Story
На-на Opel, словно Uber Driver ездит кореш
Broski, он в маске за рулём, мы dodge’им COVID
[Припев]
Сука хочет любви, отношений, таким я не верю (Вот)
Парень с талантом и это прекрасно, Россия стала гаремом (Вот)
Потерял интерес в женском комфорте, когда открыл силу денег (Вот)

Когда мне плохо, знаю, что меня братан согреет
Я в— Я в— Я в маске снаружи, бро, выходи мне на встречу (Вот)
Новый вагон, новый подгон — ношу только новые вещи (Вот)
Эти колёса не стоят так много, эти колёса на вечер (Вот)
Я и ты, мы оттуда, где правит бедность

[Аутро]
— Ясно всё с тобой

Izzie Gibbs – Blessings Lyrics

[Intro]
Gibbs
I just want them blessings you get me
Let’s get it

[Hook]
What’s @’s and mentions?
They say kill them with success
That’s why I rap with vengeance
I pour Henny for my niggas that are dead
Award that remembrance
I just want success and some blessings
Tired of stress
Desire the best
Things in life, I cannot tire or rest
I just want success and some blessings
I beg you respect it
I’m with the fam cah I can’t do friendship
I wanna shut down tours and get lit
But I still call shots, Gibbs electеd
Took a L and that stands for leverage
Lifеstyle wassi, [?] still pending
Young and recky, how can I blend in?
I just want success and some blessings

[Verse 1]
Stood in the trenches
You’re an enemy
Don’t wanna see me be progressive
Try do right, it’s pain I’m left with
THC and a Sprite, just flexing
Got a lot on my mind, I’m stressing
We ain’t alike, [?]
Bounce back anytime, nobody bust me
Man’s dropped hella nice money in f*ckery
Hot brudda but I’m fully cold [?]
Just joog and go to the money
The hood has growth and I’m cruddy
Bali on me, cookie dough and some honey
Couldn’t get a look in, bro that’s funny
So many G’s are p*ssyoles and act cruddy
I’m in the gulliest, duttiest…

I just want success and some blessings
I beg you respect it
I’m with the fam cah I can’t do friendship
I wanna shut down tours and get lit
But I still call shots, Gibbs elected
Took a L and that stands for leverage
Lifestyle wassi, [?] still pending
Young and recky, how can I blend in?
I just want success and some blessings

[Verse 2]
Bando living
[?] chilling
That’s all killing
Rap cold, bill it
Pack load, natural piff in
Trap phone ringing, back roads [?]
Stack notes and act no different
Back home, relax, go missing
I need my neck kerchinging
Invest until I’m winning
And my wrist and neck blinging
I’m killing
Air Max stepping
Bare pack cheffing
Bad breed, I get it
Trap’s mean, just leave or get rich
[?] the freshest
Bad B’s ask my bredrins who their friend is
That’s me but she can forget it
I need my P’s, sleep when I’m deaded
So anti but blessings

[Hook]
What’s @’s and mentions?
They say kill them with success
That’s why I rap with vengeance
I pour Henny for my niggas that are dead
Award that remembrance
I just want success and some blessings
Tired of stress
Desire the best
Things in life, I cannot tire or rest
I just want success and some blessings
I beg you respect it
I’m with the fam cah I can’t do friendship
I wanna shut down tours and get lit
But I still call shots, Gibbs elected
Took a L and that stands for leverage
Lifestyle wassi, [?] still pending
Young and recky, how can I blend in?
I just want success and some blessings

Big Baby Scumbag – Texaco Lyrics

Hook
You can call me ugly bitch, but you can’t call me broke
All my niggas blowing gas like it’s Texaco
Ten toes, lay em down just like domino
Acrobat money flipping till it can’t fold

Verse 1
I just bought a bitch, I just bought her new hibachi
I just f**ked this bitch, I just kick it like karate
I got teriyaki, I got juice – sake sake
I just slit my wrist, I just cook that bitch wasabi
Air Max 90 on my feet that’s why I’m walking now
Jewelry round my neck, told your bitch to walk it down
If it ain’t bout getting money watchu talking bout
I just pulled up I don’t dance I just Diddy Bop
Pull up with yo baby mama, pull off with Madonna
My bitch boujee she like Gucci, Louis, Bally, Prada
I be all about a dollar bitch I need that guala
I let’s doi , o let’s do it like a Waka Flocka

Hook
You can call me ugly bitch, but you can’t call me broke
All my niggas blowing gas like it’s Texaco
Ten toes, lay em down just like dominos
Acrobat money flipping till it can’t fold

Verse 2
Yeah I got that swag flu, think I need a theraflu
Shorty what that mouth do yeah I got a bad too
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, you ain’t made a hit nigga
All I know is rich niggas, Polo this ain’t Hilfiger
I don’t want a deal with you, I just want a mil quicker
Polo boy shawty on the track that’s why I kill niggas
I don’t want a deal with you, I just want a mil quicker
Polo boy shawty on the track that’s why I kill niggas
Look, bitch I’m all about that Benji ballin like I’m Penny
My crib dirty like them dishes, all my bitches pretty
I been stuntin for a minute nigga I ain’t finished
I just wanna cop a Bentley just to say I did it

Hook
You can call me ugly bitch, but you can’t call me broke
All my niggas blowing gas like it’s Texaco
Ten toes, lay em down just like domino
Acrobat money flipping till it can’t fold

Meek Mill – Championships Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
All the young’uns in my hood popping percs now
Gettin’ high to get by, it’s gettin’ worse now
You gotta tell ’em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in ’em and that’s your first down, uh
And I ain’t come here to preach
I just had to say somethin’ ’cause I’m the one with the reach
Youngin’ gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain’t had no daddy, he’s had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin’, that did somethin’ to me, oh Lord
The shit I’m doin’ for my hood I won’t get an award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how’ I get to the Forbes?
I take a shot, if I miss I’m gettin’ them boards
Ain’t quittin’ no more, like give me some more
We wearing Old Navy, it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? ‘Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin’ one
‘Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I’m speakin’ to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin’ out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I’m locked up in a prison
Callin’ mama like I shouldn’t have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I’m on a visit posin’ for the picture
Like I’m going for my prom or somethin’
Like I ain’t facing time or somethin’
Ridin’ for these niggas like that shit ain’t hurt my mom or somethin’
Only one gon’ get me commissary or even buy me somethin’
When it all fall down
I can call y’all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won’t get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that’s the reason that I did this song

[Verse 2]
Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin’ with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the TEC
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie’s dying I’m like “Maybe we next”
That just made me a threat
Knowin’ the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court appointed and he won’t say he objects
Now it’s you against the state and you ain’t got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain’t got no space
I know a young’un that got murked ain’t get to drive no Wraith
But he in the hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon’ faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin’ you home, she goin’ crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon’ save me?
How could you blame me? When I’m tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin’ for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop totin’
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put ’em on probation, lock ’em up if you ain’t perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin’ all the schools and all the prisons gettin’ open

[Outro]
Yeah
See comin’ from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship

Earl Sweatshirt – Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
My nigga
Keep faith

[Verse]
Peace to every crease on your brain
Peace to who came before me in the game
We givin’ praise and glory to your name, kid
We cellophane your story so it stays
Since birth mama raised and burped me, I ain’t changed
I’m a man, I’m just saying that I stayed imperfect
Earl is not my name, the world is my domain, kid
Air Max 97, traipse on the pavement
Hair got knotty, let it settle on my face, I
I’ve been eating good you can see it in my tummy
But I’m buggin’, I’ve been spending more money than I’m making
Stuck in Trump Land, watching subtlety decayin’
I ain’t touch a xan, when it-
When it’s time to put my burnt body in a case
Tell my momma I said thank you
Tryna state facts, I’m tryna get through the day
I’ma play it back, I ain’t into showing face, kid

[Segue]
It’s been a minute since I heard applause
It’s been a minute since you seen or heard from me, I’ve been swerving calls
It’s been a minute since I heard applause

[Refrain]
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
I can’t call it, dog
Sometimes I feel like I wanna call it off
I can’t call it, dog
Big dog, finna rip the collar off, uh
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
I can’t call it, dogs
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
Just can’t call it, dogs, ayy

[Outro]
Keep pace, my nigga (Eat paste my nigga)
“Be safe” she said, my nigga
Keep faith, my nigga, (Yeah yeah) ah
Me safe, she safe, keep pace, my nigga (Keep faith)
Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace (peace)

[Refrain]
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
Just can’t call it dog

Nike Air Huarache Ultramarine

The classic Ultramarine colorway was popularized by the Air Max 180, and now the Nike Air Huarache is covered in the OG color scheme for its latest take this season. Basically covered in white and cream across its leather upper and neoprene bootie, the signature heel counter and rear portion are colored in ultramarine and solar red for a nice contrasting finish. A white midsole and black outsole completes the design altogether.

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Retailing for $110, look for this Nike Air Huarache Ultramarine at select Nike stores and online today.

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Fler & Jalil – Lebron (Epic Album)

[Hook: Fler & Jalil]
Mit den Air Max auf dem Beton
Steig’ ich in den Veyron
Geld in allen Farben wie Chamäleon
Bin am ballen, so wie Lebron (Swish!)
Bin am ballen, so wie Lebron (Swish!)
Bin am ballen, so wie Lebron (Swish!)
Bin am ballen, so wie Lebron (Swish!)
Bin am ballen, so wie Lebron

[Part 1: Fler]
Immer noch ein Bad Boy, der nur randaliert
Nur heut’ krieg ich im Restaurant das Lamm serviert
Nein, ich bin nicht Everybody’s Darling
Trage an meinem Körper die Bestellung aus Italien
Brülle durch mein Loft, Billy-Wilder-Bootcamp
Steak für die Produzenten, Flizzy ist ein Gutmensch
Bester deutscher Rap-Act national
Denn mein Shopping-Level: abnormal
Mein Leben ist der Inbegriff von dolce vita (Swish!)
Ich bin nicht wie diese deutschen Spießer (Swish!)
Steige barfuß in die teuren Sneaker (Swish!)
Rauche die Elektro-Shisha
Was für diskutieren, ein Gangster kann nur anschreien
Live on stage, gleiche Pyro wie bei Rammstein
Sitze im Veyron, Champagner auf den Ledersitzen
Lass’ uns auf das Leben trinken

[Part 2: Jalil]
Die Sneaker sind gestapelt bis zur Zimmerdecke
Geh’ ich ins Restaurant, bestell’ ich nur vom Rind das Beste
Ketten glänzen durch die Scheibe von der Fahrerseite
2000-Euro-Outfit, wenn ich aus dem Wagen steige
Fahr’ den Bugatti durch die Nacht und fick’ die Tempolimits
Maskulin, Newschool, deutscher Rap ist Vintage
Neues Level, wenn ich balle, dann wie Durant
Kriminelle Machenschaften seit der Jugend
Wie Hugh Grant krieg ich Bitches vor die Kamera
Und kipp’ den Schampus in der Penthouse-Suite vom Mandala
Unser Leben geht vom Bordstein bis zur Skyline
Heute posten Weiber mich auf jeder Facebook-Timeline
Yeah, hab die Straße in der DNA
Kauf’ den Veyron bar, als Zweitwagen ‘nen CLA
Ah, keine Grenzen, wenn du hustlest, Bruder
All Eyes On Me, als wäre ich verwandt mit 2Pac

[Sample: LeBron James]
"Uhm, I’m in a position where I can be the best I can be each and every night. I have an organization, I have a team, that can put ourselves in a position to be the best each and every year."

[Outro: Fler]
Mit den Air Max auf dem Beton
Steig’ ich in den Veyron
Geld in allen Farben wie Chamäleon
Bin am ballen, so wie Lebron
Mit den Air Max auf dem Beton
Steig’ ich in den Veyron
Geld in allen Farben wie Chamäleon
Bin am ballen, so wie Lebron
Bin am ballen, so wie Lebron
Bin am ballen, so wie Lebron

Donae’o – Black (feat. Jme & Dizzee Rascal)

[Intro: Donae’o]
Uh
See me
Look
Riddim
Look, man ah wear, man ah wear
Man ah wear black
Yo
Bass
Jheeze
Check, one step, two step, three step
Look, skank, look, yeah
And again, look

[Pre-Hook: Donae’o]
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with

[Hook: Donae’o & Jme]
So man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black
Man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black, yeah

[Verse 1: Donae’o]
Man ah mek the king kong bangers
Guerrilla warfare, all-year bangers
And when you’re going all hype and savage
What a man don’t know but you’ll soon find
That number one spot comes with baggage
Everybody want a piece of your gassage
Some man are add to your ting
Other man ah cause bare damage
And they say I’m a madman cause I don’t have it
Yeah, I might be a nerd but I back it
And you’re telling people that I’m ratchet
But you never tell people you started the beef
And I had to end it rapid (always the fucking case)
Bare bullies in the industry and they’re willing to test it
And when you don’t back down, that’s a next ting

[Verse 2: Jme]
I protect my energy
See me inna Nike shorts and a tee
Used to have the colourful Air Max
Now I’m bussing the black SCs on my feet, like
I protect my energy
Pricks cannot socialise with me
Nowadays, you’ll see me with the same dons
Like man’s playing for Milton Keynes, like
I protect my energy
Hit ’em with the black whip, black tint, black seats
Don’t wanna talk so I stay blacked out
I’m a black male so you can’t blackmail me, like
I protect my energy
So man ah wear what man are seeing on the street
In the manor where it gets peak
So I keep man aware of these tings on the beat, like

[Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal]
Yeah, I wear black cause I’m lazy
I wear black cause I’m shady
I wore black on a creep with your lady
Black tints in an all-black Mercedes, getting wavey
A couple man tried play me
I blacked out and went crazy
You can’t phase me
Don’t wanna hear about black man time
If you owe, you better pay me
You better act like you rate me
Don’t wanna be on my blacklist
Don’t wanna see the end of my black fist, I preach what I practice
Don’t get caught in the blackness, better take note
Of the words coming out of my black lips
Looking for a black chick with the fat hips
To bend over and do backflips
She ain’t gotta be an actress
Just know she ain’t seeing the baptist
You’re dealing with Raskit, the fact is

Curren$y – Speculation Lyrics

(Intro: Curren$y)
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
Got keys to her pad but I didn’t smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass is

(Verse 1: Curren$y)
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
I got keys to her pad but I haven’t smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass feel
Money make her, yea baby girl that’s what your ass is
Selling dreams to them suckers she be making mad chips
She share it with me cuz them simps don’t compare to me
When she get turned on she look at me like she scared of me
Money in the race, pulled up on the homie Killer Mike at the black owned bank
Dropped a hundred thousand dollars in the safe, we been eating on the road
Bitch stacking up to go play, all a nigga know
Living the fast way, weed burning slow
In a Versace ash tray, Gucci butter dishes
Air Max in colorways, that you could never get
If you robbed a factory, I got it right now
You could try it out after me
(Chorus: Curren$y)
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the

(Verse 2: T.Y.)
Uh, jumped in the game when I boarded the plane
Yea, parked the Wraith just to hop in the Mulsanne
Yea, all these colors in my damn chain
It’ll make yo bitch do some real strange things
Straight to the freaky shit, then I delete the bitch
I get stoned on some real Cheech & Chong shit
I know you liked every song but whats your favorite
We can get loaded while I play that shit
Live in color, me and my niggas like no other
Word to my mother, daddy, uncle and lil brother
We ain’t gon suffer, cuz I’m one grinding motherfucker
Yea, always, nigga we get paid
The cars you see us drive, we whip em like slaves
Day to day, she bring that paper, one of my ways
Fuck bitches get paid

(Verse 3: Fiend)
Roll up when I roll up
Leave the valet a tip plus the roaches
Stoned up in this man but I’m focused
Shades too dark to notice
I represent survivors, soldiers, who had soft white or rocked up Cola
I used to press cash in the sofa
I ain’t even asked her to come over
Money machine Fiend, couldn’t have seen this in my dreams
20s 50s 100s with the bling
All this gold is just a lil something to a king
Bullets to a bulletproof truck is but a thing
Small oversight mix up, led to drop offs and pick ups
Penitentiary chances, to glit up, my wrist up
Ship pills sometimes the answer won’t pick up
But living in gold eyes buck and get the hiccups (?)
You could count my chips up

(Chorus: Curren$y)
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the