CURREN$Y - Game 2 lyrics

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Preservation is to that original playa shit

Nananana

Preservation is to that original playa shit

Nananana

Preservation is to that original playa shit

Can’t save a bitch wondering where his paper went

Gone with the wind tryna get this cone lit

Standin' in the middle of this cyclone strong

Stainless, mainstream paper underground, famous

Audio drug love, had catering at my arraignment

Celebratory floral arrangement

Sent to the judge when the case is dismissed

Cases of champagne, it's raining in here

Making millions, making memories and enemies

It'll kill you, if you let it, never

I'm focused on better, I get it

Money fever, motherfucker you should catch it

I show you how to take 10 G's and stretch it

20 more stacks, double that, put it all together

Like a puzzle, it's pieces to the hustle

Everything fit, it'll look like somethin'

Hot up in my house, got your bitch making muffins

She got four friends with her and my homeboys comin'

It ain't nothin', money over bitches

Left over the safe with million dollars in it when I hit her

Money over bitches

Left over the safe with million dollars in it when I hit her

They come around ,but they never come close to

They come around ,but they never come close to

They come around, but they never come close to

They come around, but they never come close to

Look, check, check, look

Seen it all with blind eyes, I stayed aware

Duckin' devils with fat asses and baby hair

Paint the picture, it ain't perfect but it's one you see

And go the hardest, your waters can never fuck with me

Real player, check the fats and the stats

The only time you ever gonna see the racks is your racks

And at times I wonder why you niggaz worship that

Same tit you praisin' got my partners murk the track

Now they caught up in the system, sons and daughters they miss them

Baby momma quit them, his partner, she fuckin' with him

Filthy way of livin', guess whose part of the cycle?

Niggaz quick to bring you down, shit they even killed Michael

Why you thinkin' you exempt? Just a crab in the bucket

And they gonna boil us all, so I'm ridin' like fuck it

Where the seasonin' nigga? Fuck your reasonin' nigga

Bigger picture isn't somethin' that I'm singing my nigga

When you can only get the 20 inch, cable is basic

Reality overrated, tried watchin' it but I hate it

All these bitches gettin' famous off a dick that they suck

And people really at home givin' a fuck?

Guess we shit outta luck

Guess we shit outta luck

They come around ,but they never come close to

They come around ,but they never come close to

They come around ,but they never come close to