CURREN$Y - Boss Dealings lyrics
rate meSo theres about a million ways to make a million dollarsI know some chicks who try to make it from they baby fathersI know some niggas that will shoot you right in front of copsAnd do that 23 hour lock in the boxAs a youth I prayed I make it out of povertyWithout rap, I would still be in the robberySelf conscious, self made, got my life out of coach, upgradeThey try to claim, its a brand new gameSome brand new nigga sounded brand new lamesA brand new view from young ogs perspectiveI love new port so I stop but necklaceI grew out of that, and got rid of itAnd made chicks see chicks on they period, ewwUh thats nasty, got a song with CassidyThat should prolly tell you that Im at least half classyReefer smoke, reefer smoke, fuck it let the reefer smokeThey cant afford the sour so they go and get the cheaper smokeIts premeditated, Ima highly dedicated, highly medicated, shit, fuck it niggaSmoking the joint, scribbled in my tabletsStone thoughts nigga, scared of brain mathematicsWeed blurring my vision, still see them digits add up to that Bentley trunkParking since its beeping when I back upI aint got enough, but by the time you hear thisI instagram that motherfucker, high boxing itSo many clouds we smoking looking like a Rolland explosionThem bad bitches know him, kush and Gucci cologneReleasing they pheromones, she horny, Looking for escape, rows her mans be on itCops style, that bitch wild, Im parked outsideIm waiting on up, back door flow, Host sled and a cope of weed rolled up, drove allJet life never die, g code cause, pinky fingers frozenCuban link golden, only bill for that shit that them niggas kill forAudio dope, fly as everything you never saw, forever rawYeah, thats us dogNigga you aint getting high, what the fuck you give a fuck forI just float, and watch the money come upSo when I was 12 own shit, when I was 21Whether walking or driving, Im on the money runDo it for jail nigga, Michael wave and they honey bunNow everybody bout that life, you got shootersIma shoot an eye out your lifeThats the offshit, bullshit, couple niggas and corpsesAsk the security, yall niggas up in the officeI get busy with the pounds skeeze and touristThats a loaded gun, nigga start the vet, let the motor runLike the jedi, watch yoda come, Tell em fuck em all nigga yeah I said itI like to buy my shit, I dont care for creditYou can blank it out, I dont care to editAny rapper alive is who I dare to set it, yeahIts gold spitter in no, let your man knowI have your face looking like you just fucked up and endo, ew, nigga, ew, nigga
