conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Uber Driver with the following description: Surprise drop of the first taste of Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y’s collaborative mixtape #2009, rumored to be dropping on 4/20 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  What's the time zone?
  I could count this money with my eyes closed
  No he didn't, baby I know
  Cop another ride off of my iPhone
  High off marijuana but I ride low
  Crocodile seats, ho don't pocket dial me
  Riding down the street, I hit the switch if I'm too drunk
  Call an uber for the night, your broad with me
  KK in the jar, jugging all through the city
  Let your bitch put this bape hoodie on when they get chilly
  Then take it off
  All this money I make and I'm going stronger
  And you fake and I roll a joint and I bake it
  Ain't shit a nigga got to say I went to rich from living basic
  Work for everything you can't take it
  All we know is big money, our bitches rolling our planes with
  Apple TV and Netflix hooked up playing our favorites, same shit
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
  I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
  I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one
  Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved
  [Verse 2: Curren$y]
  Bong rips, double SSs
  Oh yes it's the OG, bitch you guessed it, no question
  Smith and Wesson flip, lyrical weapons finnesin'
  That's how we bring them checks in
  Balcony sexing, then it's on to the next one
  Her best friend, rolling more blessings
  Got doobies in my Louie for protection
  But you still smell them
  I'm too gone off this Veuve to maneuver, I might have to call a uber
  Get me through the, traffic, a lighter and a cool ass driver
  So we got action, I'm not about to pass it
  I got various, pick one out this batch and you can have it
  I run off, fuck this meeting for an hour or so
  Talking million dollars you know [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
  I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
  I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one
  Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved