CURREN$Y

CURREN$Y - Real Estates

rate me

This is revenge

Like when them Russians

Caught us all on with the red light

No bullets just pens

No machine guns

Just machined up rims

Yea

I let me fitted sit high

Cause I am really on my

Grind

Fool

And as the game rotate

And my name grows bigger

How many bitches want

Not many bitches want

I know you think your bitches don't

But I know what she did

Last summer

Scream for me when I touched her

Chevy man know lately have my eyes on the cutlass

Fittin' say fuck it

Call Moose

And tell him cop it

Give it to my brother

Sticky trees I sit under

Trying to stay cool

Big city

Lights hotter then a motherfucka

(tools them)

So Cal

Wedesdays Calcutta

Socks up

Stocks rising

Keep catching Spitta grinding

Higher then my fitted riding

And if I showed you where I lived

You would think that I was hiding

Can't call it a neighborhood

I ain't living by nobody

Applying for statehood

Make my footprint in geography

Spreading my monopoly

And plus nobody I know

Got killed in New Orleans today

I got cash put away

And some more on the way

Yea

Oceans in the back

Porsches in the front

This the life we want

Nigga you only live it once

Uh

I let my fitted sit high

Cause I am really on my

Grind

Yea

I let my fitted sit high

Cause I am really on my

Grind

Yea

[Dom Kennedy]

Uh

Class shit

You niggas still cuffin'

If I wanted her back

Nigga I'll be still fuckin'

And I see niggas try and rap like us

Watch the video

Then try and act like us

We make this shit look easy

Do a show out in Brooklyn

When I just left the Easy

With my nigga Spit Spitta

Girls try and get us

Tell her I'll be coming back

You best be doing all them sit-ups

Don't take me to the airport crying girl

Get up

She don't want me to leave when I'm with her

I tell her I'm the nigga that she need

Not a needy ass nigga

The game don't get any realer

I just want the red outside

Black stripes like thriller

I'm in Miami bumpin' Trilla

I got dope on the low

But I'm not a dope dealer

The fans blocking like the Steelers

I let my fitted sit high

Cause I am really on my grind

Kat Williams flow

Bitch this pimpin' all the time

You singing ass rap niggas

Simpin' all the time

Fucking up the game

Niggas fucking up my name

You don't want no money

Just fame

They ask me how I'm doing

Shit I really can't complain

Sippin' champagne

And try and get everything I want

Yelling oceans in the back

Porsches in the front

Uh, uh

I'm yelling oceans in the back

Porsches in the front

Yea, yea

Oceans in the back

Porsches in the front

Let that ride out

Oceans in the back

Porsches in the front

Oceans in the back

Porsches in the..uh

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