Take You There (feat. Marsha Ambrosius) (Explicit)

Take You There - Curren$y/Marsha Ambrosius

Uh clearly I made it all of this hating

Show's over

It's a couple bad one 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

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 sh*t

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 ni**a this is what she ride fo'

Ni**a 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

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

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 ni**a guessin that your

Internet services ain't working too good at ya'll 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

Ni**a 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

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