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curren$y - rollin’ (financial district) lyrics

[intro]
(my homie had son)
(yeh) yeh, yeh
(la+da+da, la+da, la+da)
(rollin’ on my lonely, it’s like i’m my only homie)

[verse]
if my life was a novel, it be a page turner
bestseller, autobiography of fast learner
stack it, up and let it slow, burn it
add that to the last sum, my bank account handsome
we let ‘em slide, my homie had son
he called me to ask me what do, i said,“f+ck it, it’s cool”
hope that don’t come back to bite me on ass
like benny blanco caught carlito when he thought he was free at last
i got rides at my crib like six flags
crib with the windows, stained glass
pain pills in hеr purse, some to sell, somе to have
h+ll on earth, angels on my rope chain with the lobster clasp
ahead of my time, still a blast from the past

[refrain]
rollin on my lonely, it’s like i’m only homie
did that dirt myself, ain’t n0body told on me
rollin on my lonely, it’s like i’m only homie
done that dirt myself, ain’t n0body told told on me
rollin on my lonely, it’s like i’m only homie

rollin on my lonely, it’s like i’m only homie
done that dirt by myself, ain’t n0body told told on me
rollin on my lonely, it’s like i’m only homie, yeh

[reprise]
keep the e in it, chevy’s on switches, baby
we smokin’ weed in it, don’t post me in your pictures
if you can keep a secret, we can always kick it
rule number one don’t talk about me ‘round yo’ n+gga
that sh+t there have him suspicious
kick it one time, next time bring some b+tches
la+da+da, la+da, la+da, la+da

[refrain]
(rollin on my lonely, it’s like i’m only homie)
(done that dirt by myself, ain’t n0body told told on me)
(rollin by my lonely, it’s like i’m only homie)
(done that dirt by myself, ain’t n0body told told on me)
(rollin by my lonely, it’s like i’m only homie)
(done that dirt by myself, ain’t n0body told told on me)

[reprise]
(keep the e in it, chevy’s on switches, baby)
(we smokin’ weed in it, don’t post me in yo’ pictures)
(if you can keep a secret, we can always kick it)
(rule number one don’t talk about me ‘round yo’ n+gga)
(that sh+t there have him suspicious)
(kick it one time, next time bring some b+tches)
(la+da+da, la+da, la+da, la+da)
(la+da+da, la+da, la+da)
(la+da+da, la+da, la+da)
black metaphor

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