CURREN$Y - Boss Dealings lyrics

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So there’s about a million ways to make a million dollars

I know some chicks who try to make it from they baby fathers

I know some niggas that will shoot you right in front of cops

And do that 23 hour lock in the box

As a youth I prayed I make it out of poverty

Without rap, I would still be in the robbery

Self conscious, self made, got my life out of coach, upgrade

They try to claim, it’s a brand new game

Some brand new nigga sounded brand new lames

A brand new view from young og’s perspective

I love new port so I stop but necklace

I grew out of that, and got rid of it

And made chicks see chicks on they period, eww

Uh that’s nasty, got a song with Cassidy

That should prolly tell you that I’m at least half classy

Reefer smoke, reefer smoke, fuck it let the reefer smoke

They can’t afford the sour so they go and get the cheaper smoke

It’s premeditated, I’ma highly dedicated, highly medicated, shit, fuck it nigga

Smoking the joint, scribbled in my tablets

Stone thoughts nigga, scared of brain mathematics

Weed blurring my vision, still see them digits add up to that Bentley trunk

Parking since it’s beeping when I back up

I ain’t got enough, but by the time you hear this

I instagram that motherfucker, high boxing it

So many clouds we smoking looking like a Rolland explosion

Them bad bitches know him, kush and Gucci cologne

Releasing they pheromones, she horny,

Looking for escape, rows her man’s be on it

Cops style, that bitch wild, I’m parked outside

I’m waiting on up, back door flow,

Host sled and a cope of weed rolled up, drove all

Jet life never die, g code cause, pinky finger’s frozen

Cuban link golden, only bill for that shit that them niggas kill for

Audio dope, fly as everything you never saw, forever raw

Yeah, that’s us dog

Nigga you ain’t getting high, what the fuck you give a fuck for

I just float, and watch the money come up

So when I was 12 own shit, when I was 21

Whether walking or driving, I’m on the money run

Do it for jail nigga, Michael wave and they honey bun

Now everybody bout that life, you got shooters

I’ma shoot an eye out your life

That’s the offshit, bullshit, couple niggas and corpses

Ask the security, y’all niggas up in the office

I get busy with the pounds skeeze and tourist

That’s a loaded gun, nigga start the vet, let the motor run

Like the jedi, watch yoda come,

Tell em fuck em all nigga yeah I said it

I like to buy my shit, I don’t care for credit

You can blank it out, I don’t care to edit

Any rapper alive is who I dare to set it, yeah

It’s gold spitter in no, let your man know

I have your face looking like you just fucked up and endo, ew, nigga, ew, nigga.