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curreny - what it look like lyrics

[intro: wale]
out here we is stoned, immaculate
we blessed to be here
it’s a blessing for you to be here with us
mmg sh-t, jet life, boa, f-ck y’all
what it look like
my n-gg-s fly n-gg-s, this is jet life
for the occasion, paper planes

[hook: wale]
look, what it look like
my n-gg-s fly n-gg-s, this is jet life
yea!

look, now roll my j tight
hah i know what they like
yea! yea!

[verse 1: wale]
paris sb’s make these n-gg-s catch seizures
foam game sh-tting on irish springs and lever
ha! i’m more cleaver, clever
weather any weather, n-body doing it better
me and spitta, gucci bucket i’m gilligan
ain’t no skipper but all my b-tches is ginger hair
my real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds
double m g forever though
money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough
always in them better clothes, i be with them better hoes
no bullsh-t, every shy b-tch can get a rose
meaning aroused, i’m sorry i’m not too good with vowels
i got a thousand b-tches, i’m not too good with vows
we in spitta ferrari, brand new tiffanys on me
don’t f-ck with pbs, but man, i’m addicted to barney’s
that’s g sh-t, i be b-mping fiend sh-t
and i’m on a roll, you would think they giving me a x
wordplay like a muf-cker
i’m durant at the rucker, your woman’s a perfect jumper
wetter than a swish and i never miss
get her out her delicates and i ain’t gotta tell her sh-t
put it on whatever b-tch, me and spitta high as sh-t
rex ryan on these hoes, jet life forever b-tch

[hook: wale]
look, what it look like
my n-gg-s fly n-gg-s, this is jet life
yea!

look, now roll my j tight
hah i know what they like
yea! yea!

[verse 2: curren$y]
the engine in back of my car
i’m clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog
mainstream cheese but i ain’t acting like y’all
rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots
i’m in dulles waiting on luggage – luxury baggage
four door carriage with the v8 s badges
i’m in the mirror of the panamera
looking at them haters crammed in the dodge stratus
can’t keep up, get your liters in order
4.8, interior custom, leather suede borders
not mine, i’m with wale, i’m just a tourist on the set
looking for dangerously hot b-tches and safe s-x
i get mine and i bounce like a bad check
you smell the ounce, i ain’t even in ya house yet
we smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out
after your hoes leave the jets’ hangout
them lames ain’t even know the newest planes came out
but i’m in every real n-gg- cutl-ss in the parking lot of the wing stop b-mping
so f-ck it, i’m platinum in the streets
i never gave a f-ck and that’s what they love
she just wanna f-ck, homie just wanna hug
rapping roulette, this life is a drug
and baby girl can’t get enough – fill her up

[hook x2: wale]
look, what it look like
my n-gg-s fly n-gg-s, this is jet life
yea!

look, now roll my j tight
hah i know what they like
yea! yea!

writer: akintimehin, olubowale victor/angry, ray/harrell, roosevelt iii/franklin, shante
lyrics © warner/chappell music, inc.

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