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combination - curren$y lyrics lyrics

[intro]
they fine, and they uh, they demand attention
this is flight 8/30, directly to the money, non+stop
turn me up, kino, huh

[verse]
they disguised as real ones, dollar signs’ll reveal ’em
full+time job not to k!ll ’em, somebody else’ll get ’em
i tried to help some n+ggas, but i’ma be selfish with it
that’s more healthier, n+gga, that’s self+care, my n+gga
generational wealth, not creating welfare recipients
b+tch, we some go+getters, money makin’ [shoe] stealers
paper stack dope dealers, pitbulls, gorillas
crocodiles, eagle eyes, gold diggers all around
calm down, i know the feelin’, plus i know how to deal with it
micheal corleone, cut that fishing trip short
you rock the boat, we push you off, and leave you for the sharks
conversation with a boss, i remember every loss in detail
still i prevail, i adapted and evolved
hip hop ain’t got no rules, this muhf+ckin’ martial law
you can be chill as f+ck, and n+ggas’ll still try you, dog
stay focused, stay ready, they bogus, they petty
my jewelry box heavy, i paid steady
jet life store a landmark in my city
my pelle pelle leather and theses jlr sweats goin’ perfectly together
this b+tch bad, she got a beach body, we need some surfboard weather
head turners in a testerosa, sh+t don’t get no better
she got legal ones and burners, she gon’ leave you of if i tell her
she gon’ talk your b+tch into my lowrider if i let her l
she back of my tour bus foldin’ my polo sweater
[chorus]
the combination of countin’ money and smokin’ weed
it’s takin’ over me, sometimes i feel that’s all i need
i pray to god to keep them enemies away from me
and if they creepin’, keep my vision clear so i can see ’em

yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah

the combination of countin’ money and smokin’ weed
it’s takin’ over me, sometimes i feel that’s all i need
i pray to god to keep them suckas far away from me
and if they creepin’, keep my vision clear so i can see ’em

[outro]
keep the e in it, chevy’s on switches
smokin’ weed in it, don’t post me in no pictures
if you can keep a secret, we—

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