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Curren$y

Marcus Camby

 

Marcus Camby

(Album: VICES - 2023)


[Curren$y:]
La Música de Harry Fraud
Yeah

Briefcase, backseat, paper, tape to the freak
From her titties to her feet, just gotta get up to the plane
And then we obligation free
Nervous still, behind the iron curtain as I like the kill
Before I take the stage, start a rage when I speak, 512 Ferrar'
Man, with transmission still, but I don't drive it
Just look at that motherfucker [?]
Perhaps a birthday gift to one of the homies
But he done bought himself one by now if he really want it
'Cause we hustlers, we don't wait for nothing
While them other fools be fronting
The dealer calls to inform us what they got coming
Just in case we want something, my bitch been chilling lately
So perhaps a cabriolet Mercedes, maybe not
Perhaps a Rolex with the box
While them other suckas shop at the pawn shop
For jewelry, the block is hot, the ice cold at my house
Nigga, I'm cold

[Curren$y (Tommy Wright III):]
Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, yeah
(Never sleeping, ducking and diving as I do my thang)
Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, yeah
(Never sleeping, ducking and diving as I do my thang)

Smoke weed and the bitch don't post me in yo' pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wondering how I do it)
Smoke weed and the bitch don't post me in yo' pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wondering how I do it)

[Jim Jones:]
Capo, I'm just telling my truth, nigga, I ain't the type to cop the loafers (Gimme a pair)
I'm getting real money, nigga, I can brag with the bolsters
I'm putting champagne flutes on the top of Versace coasters
I got bread for the lawyers if my niggas get knocked by the toasters (Call my lawyer up)
We was taking trips to Miami just to get that Miami price
Don't get knocked by the Crockett and Tubbs just like its Miami Vice (Sheesh)
If you did do the plug, he might hit you with that family price
I was getting them Knicks off in New York just for the can be price (23 at a time)
The market value at the time was like 23-a-gram
And the fiends knew you had the butter as soon as they got to see the tan (Whip it)
We was taking trips out of town, we started with that Peter Pan (Early stage)
Yankee fitted on, now I was looking like a Derek Jeter fan (Woo)
Now we on cigarette boats blowing blunts on 'em (Skrt)
Private docks in Miami just before we jump on 'em
Plain Jane Offshore Audemars with the little bumps on 'em
F&N stuffed up in the cooler in case we gotta dump on 'em

[Curren$y (Tommy Wright III):]
Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, yeah
(Never sleeping, ducking and diving as I do my thang)
Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, yeah
(Never sleeping, ducking and diving as I do my thang)

Smoke weed and the bitch don't post me in yo' pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wondering how I do it)
Smoke weed and the bitch don't post me in yo' pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wondering how I do it)

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