CURREN$Y - Job lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

At this point in my life

I'm looking at it like a hustle

Supafly's last number

Come out of the game on top, before they pull me under

That's what it's about

Range rover the winters

In the summer I do the drop with the right shoes on

And the top gone, soft porn

Watch out for 'em, OG

Your old heads'll vouch for 'em

They know me

And the shit that I'm on

Cause I've seen it all

Like I bought the boxed set, whole season dog

Them bitches is running out of tricks pimpin'

Barely catching my attention

I'm dealing with them

But simply for the physical

She falling deep in love

But I'm really not that into you, sorry girl

But at least I kept it trill with you

Evils that this game'll do

Have me concentrating on that pay

And playing you

This hustle is a bitch, so is this ho

They trying to make a player choose

[Hook:]

Jets up over bitches nigga

Stick to the Scrip

Jets up over bitches nigga

Stick to the Scrip

Counting my grip

Jets up over bitches nigga

Stick to the Scrip

Jets up over bitches nigga

Stick to the Scrip

Smoke one to this

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Sosa had it all figured out

I think that's who they should've made a movie 'bout

Cause pimping had a helicopter at his crib

Just in case his homeboy smelled a snitch

Type of shit had spitta inspired

Type of shit had me all night writing

Type of shit had me out all night driving in my [?]

I been waiting since a little boy to buy this shit

I ain't hiding from no haters so I ride [with] no tint

Feast your eyes mother fucker

I beep my horn at your woman

She keep her phone in her lap

I call and she coming

And for that, she always coming back

But I'm running to them stacks

I'm trying to put a million in the wall

Couple million in the yard

Couple million in the ceiling

Over where them hoes laying at

So it's staying as...

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