Curren$y & Young Roddy

Curren$y & Young Roddy - Bales lyrics

rate me

Smoking a hundred dollar joint

Major presentation, nigga, Power Point

Homes, hesitation never been a choice

Early bird get the Rolls Royce

Baby cakes Duncan Hines moist

‘Cause that money make her come anywhere I am

She not dumb anytime she hear my voice

Like a money machine, luxury fiend

Do anything, survive the cobra’s clutches

Hopscotch hot coals on solid gold crutches, bitch cold

Ice man can’t touch it, half court raining buckets

Star struck bitches behaving like lightening hit ‘em

Holly hearts, I’m in the building, oh Lord, ain’t tried to kill ‘em

When they swung that 76 glass house three wheeling

Surveillance vans parked up the block tryna peep the dealings

Like I don’t see them

I tell my bitch to bring them a nice pitcher of ice tea since they thirsty

Out right porch for the downfall of a boss

Homie not me soon as one ends another one start, this is season six

We take the food plate and table cloths from a sip off rip, lock your shit

And I find myself blinded

One million dollar thoughts I’m just tryna make some money

Turn my rainy day sunny

Frank Weiss style, my city I run it, skinny nigga turned chubby

For safety, my burner under my rug be

Either hate me or love me, I’m purple label my luggage

I try my best to dodge trouble, you seen Spitta, my brother

You catch us puffing in public

Trill nigga one hundred better yet, one thousand

Good guy will I make it out this jungle?

I’m just a nigga from the bricks with a bitch who from London

Big dog Bill Russel, from a bucket to a Hummer

They say the good die young, I’ve seen the pretty turn ugly

They either shoot their stick at a bitch that sure cut us

They heard me tell my stomach saw his momma cry a puddle

420 vision from a pitch, mad blurry

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