CURREN$Y

CURREN$Y - WOH

rate me

There's more money to get, cars to park

Bitches to break, wars to start

I'm still living my life

There are no stars

Way out here, it's only us, dog

Niggas ain't high as us

Lying to ya

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Uh, undetected by radar

Closed circuit track, endurance laps, race cars

You niggas just say y'all

Doing that shit, I been into it nigga, play ball

Junior varsity don't want no parts of me, triple O

I just drive like that to protect my rims, I ain't slow

Tell me it's 'bout a check, you'll see how fast it go

That drug dealer flow, George Gervin, ice cold

Finger roll with that pen, I turn that paper into gold

Axl Rose through the Bose in my Rolls

Through the concrete you see a rose still rose

Counted up a million dollars 'fore that sun rose

Spitting game for the Range, dropping tracks for the racks

In the booth of the crib with the boat docks in the back

With them automated gates, remote control's in my lap

'84 riding, I did that for my lifers

[Hook]

Yea, uh

It's more money to get, cars to park

Bitches to break, wars to start

I'm still living my life

There are no stars

Way out here, it's only us, dog

(Way out here)

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Way out here, you can feel the ambiance

Hundred thousand dollar, these bottles of Dom Pérignon

Keep the profit from the brick you popped your cherry on

White CL Benz dealin', I throw my cherries on

I think about money yea a lot of money

I'm speaking lotto money, Abu Dhabi money

Same old stoner, yea I'm blowing loud

You can grow weed but I can exhale and grow a cloud

You ain't real high, you mid-level

Smoking on that shit we let the kids peddle

I made a couple M's off what them kids peddle

Speak on my name wrong, bet you see them kids' metal

Blast for me, is a blasphemy

Say the realest nigga alive, I think you asked for me

I'm jet-setting with my nigga Spitta

We like to speak paper and it's getting thicker

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