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Curren$y

Eyes Closed (Remix)

 

Eyes Closed (Remix)

(álbum: Hot August Nights Forever - 2019)


[Curren$y:]
Yeah, got a pound in the fridge, pour champagne on your bitch
Got a house on the hill for my wife and my kid
I get high all day in LA
My nigga twin, that's my cousin
Yeah I love him, that's my brother, fuck it
[?] stunting we was creeping nigga
Had ten batteries in that Lincoln, won't see my nigga
That's low rider shit, you know about it bitch
You just come around shit, this really my life's sick
I'm back in New Orleans and I'm balling, got a cone lit
My dog Ant from the six got a plan we get more rich
You don't understand, it's the man standing right here
Hundred grand on my left hand, diamonds in my band
Andretti on the court game, ice cold
Dunk from the free throw, shattered the backboard
A 42 inch sunroof in my 64
Close that motherfucker, hotbox while we roll

Andretti on the court game, ice cold
Now watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Too much money to fold, still getting more
Now watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
I'm 'bout to roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Said I could roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Andretti on the court game, ice cold

[T.Y.:]
Look, should have my own restaurant the way I work the stove
Take you to the headquarters, let you pick your own
Them petty [?] ass niggas ain't getting money
I pull up in something [?] sounding like some thunder
Oh you ain't know it, let me be the one to tell you 'bout it
They steal our style but we always find a around it
To let 'em know who run this shit and who really popping
I can't trip on one bitch 'cause I got plenty options
The dope boy era, yeah I live my life around it
White ash from my weed 'cause I smoke the bombest
She gon' get freaky in this 96 Impala
Spitta let me drive the [?] while he push [?]

[Curren$y:]
Andretti on the court game, ice cold
Now watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Too much money to fold, still getting more
Now watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
I'm 'bout to roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Said I could roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Andretti on the court game, ice cold

Ferraris on the road, more Ferraris at home
It's like Attack of the Clones, seven Spiders in a row
Nigga all I do is smoke and think about bank
Watching Scarface or Shark Tank, that's a boss thing
Got my attention negative commenting
Bitch ass niggas' opinions ain't gon' get me them millions
We pull up on them niggas
We pull off with their bitches
You reporting 'em missing but boy you know what the deal is

Andretti on the court game, ice cold
Now watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still getting more
Now watch me roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
I'm 'bout to roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed
Said I could roll this motherfucker with my eyes closed

She on the phone talking 'bout she tryna fuck and smoke
She 'bout to ride this motherfucker with her eyes closed
It's 3 AM, she calling to pull up and smoke
She tryna fuck, I'm playing it off like I don't know
I rolled four, lit one up when she come through the door
She peeping everything, chandelier, marble floor
I passed that and told her keep it, I got hella reefer
Ass fat, let me see it, don't be playing either
Surround sound bumping loud, got her working out
This ain't a strip club, this my studio house
Lil' mama, I could bring you round if you really down
Bring you to my real crib in a lil' while
I got a boss bitch counting in there right now
She could show you how, she could put you down
Can't fuck with them clowns, can't fuck around
I never said I run the city, but I hold it down

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