Arrangement

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yup, everything is properly arranged
Ran our strategy on the game (Ran our strategy on the game)

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Yeah, pinky rings, diamond chains
Just a gang of players having things
Ten foreigns in the turning lane
Just a gang of players having things (Skrrt)
Everything was properly arranged
Ran our strategy on the game
Pinky rings, diamond chains
Just a gang of players— (Jet Life, nigga, yeah)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
JLR stay workin', we swervin', Porsches on purpose
They seen my watch and got nervous, that's barely scratchin' the surface
Tryna gauge what my worth is, I've been puttin' too much work in
Making cuts like a surgeon, runnin' these routes like Michael Irvin
My reputation is sterling and pristine because I earned it
OG shit, just how I learned it
Dirty burners by the furnace, they conceal 'em without permits
Feel you out and then they murk ya
I was in the studio servin' same time you was murdered
Caught you slippin' in the street, and them vultures purged ya
I lit a joint up when I heard it
The streets was the judge and the jury the news, delivered the verdict
Yeah

[Chorus: Curren$y & T.Y.]
Pinky rings, diamond chains
Just a gang of players having things
Ten foreigns in the turning lane (Skrrt)
Just a gang of players having things
Everything was properly arranged
Yeah, we ran our strategy on the game
Pinky rings, diamond chains (Yeah, ayy)
Just a gang of players having things, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ha)

[Verse 2: T.Y.]
Let me talk to 'em, big bro
Look (Ayy), just blew a couple racks up in Saks (Word)
I ain't even trippin', I'ma get it back (For real)
And it's nothin' but real niggas where I'm at (Yeah)
To the top with my brothers, we boomin' (Woah)
Put a extended clip in my Uzi (Fuck, woah)
If you follow my path, then you gon' make this cash
If it come out my mouth, then I prove it (Run it up)
Ayy, I been tryna chill and stay out the way
Go and buy my mama a bigger place (Yeah)
I told my pops, "Everything is straight"
You're comin' home to a hundred K (Word)
I'm not your ordinary young nigga (Young nigga)
.41 on my arm, nigga (On my arm, nigga)
Smoke another pound, got me so high (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't even much walk, nigga (Oh)
Make my youngin' come and take everything you bought, nigga
Runnin' shit like Darren Foster, nigga (Gone)
Put your bitch pussy up in the coffin, nigga (Ooh, ooh)
Yeah, ooh, ha, look
Runnin' shit like Darren Foster, nigga
Put your bitch pussy up in the coffin, nigga

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Pinky rings, diamond chains
Just a gang of players having things
Ten foreigns in the turning lane
Just a gang of players having things
Everything was properly arranged
Yeah, we ran our strategy on the game
Pinky rings, diamond chains
Just a gang of players having things, yeah

[Verse 3: Fendi P]
I got Daytons and Daytonas
Gold yellow like Corona (Yeah)
Overnight, wasn't a come up (Nope)
I could tell ya 'bout the long run (I could tell ya)
I could tell ya where your style from (All about it)
They all know when the law come
My own lane, no pile-ups
Stacked so much, it's piled up (Piled up)
Diamonds froze off champagne
Cold day with my campaign
Yeah, a nigga been gettin' it (Gettin' it)
TY done knew I been drug dealin'
OT on the plug mission (Yeah)
Big peach with the mud in it (Yeah)
Stripper ho show love, nigga (Bet)
Driveway, hella cars in it
Makin' moves, need a boat (Need a boat)
Nigga on my line, need a bow (Need a bow)
I gift-wrapped it with a bow (With a bow)
Shit, I'm the nigga you should know (You should know)
All my niggas on go (On go)
I spent cars on smoke (On smoke)
I sit cars on fours (On fours)
Nigga, out of cans, I sip fours