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10 Piece

(album: 2009 - 2019)


[Curren$y:]
Bottle cold, the game a decade old
I'm living like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl
I don't watch soccer, but I like the jerseys
They look good with my jewelry on
And my butter brown skin tone
Bitches choosing, but none I bring home
I break 'em off on sight
Introduced 'em to the rest of the stage, done like a couple nights
If she's really down, soul on ice like my Rollie crown
We control the town from the couch, nigga, I'm smoked out
You really want that funk U.B. delivered to us in the trunk
Andretti OG, Khalifa Kush all stuffed in one joint
I proved my point when I parked that Rolls Royce, hopped out
Forgot my phone was in my lap, my mothafucking screen cracked
It's all good, I'll text your bitch and have her slide through Mac
That Apple Care kicked in, bring me a new phone and an iPad back
Hustlers on the map, in pursuit of the scratch
Never would we relax, money addicts relapsed (Yeah, yeah)

Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that?
Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Plenty bosses, pretty watches
Pull up, they ask what it cost us
Staying cautious, play your posture
Never taking any losses
We declining offers
Too much sauce, can't get it off us
Shout out to Sauce Walka
Foreign cars and old Impalas
Million dollars, million problems
Gotta keep them millions on us
Hate 'em, dodging, bake 'em, watch 'em
Money, tryna make it often
Now we fathers, know that God got us
They be tryna foul us
But we never die-ers, gang lifers, rap game survivors
Paid the prices
We make history and made it twice
Off of saving Nikes and convincing girls to stay the night
That's our way of life, dropped 2009 to say it twice
Every day's a flight
You just hating, dawg, that ain't advice
Got my paper right, ain't just buying everything in sight
Now I'm the saving type, so my son is straight for life
Always grinding, money on the mind, Rollie telling time
You out of line, saying this gang life is not the vibe

[Curren$y:]
Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that?
Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back
Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that?
Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back

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