Jelacee feat. Benny Saint - Currency | Текст песни

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• Jelacee feat. Benny Saint
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[Intro]
*Clears throat*
What up J?
Yeah
Check it out

[Verse 1]
My weed is so loud I can understand why these niggas haven't heard of me
All that is coming, I'm certain, that's why I don't let that shit worry me
Currently puffing a blunt with a bitch in the cut like a nigga do surgery
Just made it back to my city don't hit me 'less you wanna fuck or you talking 'bout currency
Last name "money" motherfucker, and the first name "need to get to the"
'Cuz yesterday we hit the mall and I bought a lil more than I should'a
My pockets are hurting but I got some mary and bro got the heater
He eager to hit them niggas with the ether, the eagle be giving them seizures
Me I'm just stacking my bread on my features, You got the dough? I got the verse
Niggas be talking about a collab, but y'all really don't understand how it works
See now if nobody playing your music, but I do a track with you, what is the benefit?
That's a waste of my talent, so if you don't add to my balance then you are irrelevant, bitch
Niggas is making a hell of a switch, doubted me now they be jocking the flow
If I were you I'd have been doing the same, so guess I know what they be copying for
No I'm not famous, I'm 'bout to be though, tryna get some of that lottery dough
Buy me a property uppin' my standard of living like this a monopoly ho
Like Tity Boi, I'm ridin' around, let's get it
Your girl just hit my line, she tryna get it
She tryna smoke and then fuck, told her I'm wit it
Picked up an ounce, went to her house, open her mouth, put something in it, woo!
Tryna fuck two at the same time, that's Erica Ashley
Smoke a blunt of that Girl Scout while I sit back and they smash me
These girls know that I'm nasty, find me where her ass be
'Cuz if she wanna get some good dick, all she gotta do is ask me
Bend it over hit it from the back, then I whip that pussy into shape
Barely got enough time to fuck, bitch I ain't got time for no date
'Cuz I be out every night straight killin' the floor, with a dream and team way realer than yours
No time for a ho or a nigga I don't know, stay cutting 'em off like umbilical cords
People worship these idols, 'til they come in contact with Gods
Hoes is all my disciples, you get mind fucked by these broads
Life is just a recital, better remember all that you practice
When I die, throw a couple o's of OG in my casket, nigga

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