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[curren$y]
Daytime – lights on
Hell yeah I’m frontin’ however you adore it
I don’t conceal, bitch, I’m excessive once I’m in public
Even in my on a regular basis journey I be stuntin’
That is nothin’, actually, you need to see me sunday
I’m from new orleans, love, so you know the way I’m comin’
Hop out that impala, left the motor runnin’

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There’s my lil’ homies entrance that retailer, they ain’t gon’ contact it
“spitta, the place you goin’?”
I’m finna make the cash
I come by means of in that bread truck, everyone hungry
I be tryna hold it low, however the streets be talkin’
I heard they suppose I’m sellin’ dope, on them walkie-talkies

They worse than them bitches, them bitches be stalkin’
Outdoors checkin’ for which automobile a nigga parked in
She mentioned she from belize, however she will communicate ferrari
I roll that tree and write a music about it within the morning

[curren$y]
Pull up in that… and them bitches begin choosin’
Choosin’, choosin’, choosin’, choosin’
Pull off in that… and them haters gon’ lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Pull up in that… and them bitches begin choosin’
Choosin’, choosin’, choosin’, choosin’
Pull off in that… and them haters gon’ lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

[wiz khalifa]
Pull up pushin’ buttons, blowin’ og prefer it’s nothin’
Marijuana fussin’, smokin’ loud, it’s no dialogue
Black and yellow, black and yellow, somethin’ out of nothin’
Choppers just like the russians, bust your head, that’s a concussion

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Full-time grinder, all-the-time hustlin’
Bitch I’m from the ‘burg, so you recognize that I be thuggin’
Made it from the underside so in god we put our belief in
Licensed stoner, stand up uncooked and put a nug in
‘raris, ‘raris, ‘raris, lamborghini, hara-kiri
Suicidal doorways, inform the proprietor I mentioned “sorry”
Pull up in that uno, pockets felt like sumo
Taylor gang or die, jet la, la, la, la…

[curren$y]

[rick ross]
My homies, we bought capsules, the motive is chrome wheels
Pullin’ as much as membership stay, makin’ them hoes peel
My niggas was approach trill, wardrobe was unreal
My cuban was spanish gold, so classic was my gazelles
I’m talkin’ the information of life, can I simply have a slice?
Backseats on the sport, ‘bron havin’ an evening
Let ‘em go test the stats, ‘trigger all I would like is the racks
Even movin’ the merch, I’m gettin’ sixty a hat
Mcm on my luggae, reebok makin’ me butter
Be hittin’ cuban cigars, bumbaclot, he suppose he does this
Double m, we the most well liked on the fuckin’ turf
I’m goin’ straight to heaven, crib constructed like a church

[curren$y]
Pull up in that… and them bitches begin choosin’
Choosin’, choosin’, choosin’, choosin’
Pull off in that… and them haters gon’ lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

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