CURREN$Y - Pininfarina lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1:]

Bitch, you ain’t got nothing on the rich

Every other day my whole dress code switch

Cause it keep getting bit

I had to lay low like they was looking for the kid

All points bulletin, bathing ape hoodies in

My sports car internet star

Killing niggas digitally like they SOCOM

I’m so calm in the mist of the storm

Nonchalant, but I’m very aware what’s going on

F-ck mowing the grass for the snakes, I set fire to the lawn

Baked Spitta kill beats, send flowers to the wake

Couple hoes deliver some roses and the cake

What you want, stop the jets fool you must be on

More than one, no shots I’m just making it known

I got a gun, got a walk smoking on, pop

Shit wicked in the city trying to survive, then you should stick with me

Ya’ll don’t want to be the duck to get stuck, when the situation turns sticky

Do your research, homework, history

Iceberg, denim jackets opened up a fresh package of hanes t-shirts

Wifebeaters, white as my next door neighbors

White as my bottom bitch Mercedes

White as squares on the checkered flag when it’s waving

We winning, needless to say it

Throw some away and some to the cleaners

Champagne stain shit, Spitta get lifted like sanctions

Vocabulary gangster, my ink pen has shanked me

Jet life til the

Coffins dropped in the grave, get filled up

But for now, I’mma live my life lit up

That coupe got some get up

Foreign supermodel pent up

Inside of it she doing chin ups

I’m riding home boy, you should come get up

[Hook]

Pandemonium, four black SUV’s on the road for him

When he landing, pandemonium

Bitches running up, not sure which one he rolling in

Yeah man, pandemonium

Throwback flow, Deloreans petroleum

King Jahphi Joe had his women throw roses on the floor for him

Pandemonium (yeah)

[Verse 2:]

Side betting at the street races

10,000, my wager on that Camaro with the craters

My eyes completely asian, but open the scoping for haters

They hoping I’m off on my basis

Swear this weed so elegant, we should grow the shit in vases

Niggas you scared of, see me in clubs in St. Casius

They in the streets, I’m in the rap game similar risks we both taken

Parking dope boy rides outside my enterprise celebrating

Cause both of our sides made it

Continuous elevation, I exhibited faith and

Patience, at the same time I went and got mine

I wasn’t waiting, it’s a thin line might wanna count your paces

Before you cross it, this game a come up and losses

That’s trill boss shit, what you know about it

Pandemonium, feel like when a bad bitch come roll for him

(Yeah)

Thanks to adrianaa for correcting these lyrics