| Song | Vintage Vineyard |
| Artist | Curren$y |
| Album | The Drive In Theatre |
| (Verse) | |
| Open fireplaces | |
| Me and my lady back home from a winetasting | |
| The scene was crazy, millionaires around shades and trades and saying good jokes | |
| Helicopters choppin as we smoke | |
| Plottin on the way to get this cash cow roped up and tied down | |
| Snipers outside, my compound inside | |
| We pow wow, been doin this for some time now | |
| Andretti, most slept on, like yo big homie’s couch | |
| I’m from New Orleans, you get crapped on and X’d out | |
| And we like damn, we was just talkin to homie | |
| Stressed, EMS, threw them covers on em | |
| But them children already seen ya, 3 in the morning | |
| Woke his whole family up with that screaming (nigh**ares) | |
| Visions of hits, *****s dyin, livin in *****t | |
| I’m just writin bout it like in my anxiety | |
| Call this like 8 ball, corner pocket | |
| Drop it | |
| (Verse) | |
| Real *****s done died over a *****’s lies | |
| I know my brother will ride if ever but never | |
| The corporation wrote forever even when I’m down | |
| Play my *****t and light yo bong, like throws this on | |
| We family, I’m there for you right or wrong | |
| They don’t have to get us all the same weight dog | |
| Tiozine, sun rooftop, the doja in the wind, my men don’t stop | |
| You know you tryin to get in | |
| Dippin up the block with a G like him, these is rare events | |
| To live another way doesn’t make sense |
| Verse | |
| Open fireplaces | |
| Me and my lady back home from a winetasting | |
| The scene was crazy, millionaires around shades and trades and saying good jokes | |
| Helicopters choppin as we smoke | |
| Plottin on the way to get this cash cow roped up and tied down | |
| Snipers outside, my compound inside | |
| We pow wow, been doin this for some time now | |
| Andretti, most slept on, like yo big homie' s couch | |
| I' m from New Orleans, you get crapped on and X' d out | |
| And we like damn, we was just talkin to homie | |
| Stressed, EMS, threw them covers on em | |
| But them children already seen ya, 3 in the morning | |
| Woke his whole family up with that screaming nigh ares | |
| Visions of hits, s dyin, livin in t | |
| I' m just writin bout it like in my anxiety | |
| Call this like 8 ball, corner pocket | |
| Drop it | |
| Verse | |
| Real s done died over a ' s lies | |
| I know my brother will ride if ever but never | |
| The corporation wrote forever even when I' m down | |
| Play my t and light yo bong, like throws this on | |
| We family, I' m there for you right or wrong | |
| They don' t have to get us all the same weight dog | |
| Tiozine, sun rooftop, the doja in the wind, my men don' t stop | |
| You know you tryin to get in | |
| Dippin up the block with a G like him, these is rare events | |
| To live another way doesn' t make sense |