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curren$y - old range lyrics

[intro: curren$y]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(la+da, la+da, la+da, la+da, la+da, la+da)
(yeah)
all facts when i rap
check the stats
yep
pickin’ up new money in the old range
new money in the old range
pickin’ up new money in the old range
feelin’ like new money

[verse 1: curren$y]
the lil homie proved i could trust him, i bought him a cutlass
he said if i ever need him, just buzz him
he’ll come through bussin’, it’s nothin
i got some other sh+t in mind for my lil guy
showed him how to use his mind, accelerate his grind
maximise his shine in due time, follow these guidelines
don’t slip, or you’ll be ultimately penalised
life is what you make it, don’t let ’em take it
one chance to dance, life is a b+tch, she look so good naked
she love a true playa, preoccupied with paper
see what his motivation is, but still she tried to sway him
persuade him to lay up in the p+ssy
instead of track+laying, makin’ music, the cakes baking
bricks need saran wrap and duct+taping
boston george, false bottom suitcases, we too major
watch me flip the game over
picking up new paper in these vintage range rovers
[chorus: curren$y & jadakiss]
pickin’ up new money in the old range
feelin’ like new money in the old range
lookin’ like new money in the old range
chasin’ that new money in the old range
in the old range
new money in the lod range
smellin’ like new money in the old range
chasin’ that new money in the old range
(jet life) d block
haha! in the old range
yeah, i like this sh+t, spitta
on to new things in the old range

[verse 2: jadakiss]
if you had the four+point+six, then you was super large
i don’t get caught up wit numbers, long as it’s supercharged (oww)
yeah, sometimes the truth is hard
sunroof open, a better view to god
ones that usually make it through they have the truest hearts
wasn’t a good hand, you just had the fewest cards (haha)
og’s gave me the whole game (uh)
then the next time they see me was in the old range
me and my partner just copped the whole strain
we ain’t sellin’ the bud, smokin’ the whole thing (smokin’)
we gettin high, but we ridin’ low (ride)
couple wassup, few goodbyes, then we gotta go (gone)
i ain’t acting funny witcha (naw)
tryna bussin down a hunnid witcha (mmm)
i’m talkin’ cold change (change)
some say it’s a classic, it’s just a old range
[chorus: curren$y]
pickin’ up new money in the old range
feelin’ like new money in the old range
lookin’ like new money in the old range
chasin’ that new money in the old range
in the old range
new money in the old range
smellin’ like new money in the old range
chasin’ that new money in the old range

in the old range
on to new things in the old range

- curreny lyrics

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