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curren$y, trademark da skydiver & young roddy - no hook lyrics

[intro: curren$y]
we could do it like how we used to with no hook
got a nice little breakdown after the verse and sh-t

[verse 1: curren$y]
uh
crumbling cookie crumbs into my bong and writing songs
n-gga you took too long to come get that sh-t, now it’s gone
it sells itself when it’s packaged this well
can’t sit on a shelf, they copping it in cases of twelve
i shoot my shot at a bad b-tch and pick up the sh-lls
we do our thing but don’t kiss and tell, no paper trail i keep it real
and that sh-t pays me well, on a major scale
but i still push for expansion, see it’s really all about branding
internalizing the business mechanics, billionaire tactics
got buildings in cali, got ranches in dallas, marijuana and cattle
we slinging it all see
it don’t matter one stop shop
got the z121 with the top dropped
i’m parked outside of the strip spot
these b-tches delivering money knots
they all smiling when they walk out
single file, in a line to give me mine
the love to see me shine
baby had a sparkle in her eyes
to me it looked like dollar signs
alright

[verse 2: trademark da skydiver]
real n-gga, authentic, batman, bruce wayne, still kicking
5 cars, pour a 4, three cups, one n-gga, two b-tches
real n-gga from new orleans and the a to boot
still f-cking with me
trademark straight pimping, sauce dripping, g range, scotty pippin
i was too real for them lames
i was too real for them lames
i was always ’bout my change
four solo albums, still doing my thing
what the f-ck is you saying
y’all n-ggas faking and playing
me, i’ve been about my business
bank account that’s my witness
got a hundred mill on my wish list
you ain’t speaking ’bout no money b-tch
i ain’t really trying to hear that sh-t
talking bags in my convos, ninety bags stashed in the condo
boss man i’m the ceo
tanto, the head honcho
tell your worker run them bags over
need all my bands pr-nto

[verse 3: young roddy]
living life on the edge, i’m taking a risk
i’m taking a shotty to make it a mist
used to be broke as a joke my n-gga that ain’t no myth
was raised by queens but still there ain’t no love for no b-tch
i’m cool as it gets, i shine like the sun, i flooded my wrist
she told me a mil, i’m f-cking her friend in the back of the benz
just me and my dogs, we k!lled this sh-t once, we gon’ k!ll it again
my momma was working, my brother was trapping, my pop in the pen
they call it the ghetto, we call it the trap cause that’s what it is
i told my little bro them n-ggas be talking don’t trap out the crib
i’m feeling like mitch, i hustle like nip, cause somebody in
one life to live, my homie got shot he took two to the ribs
cooking that audio dope, they tell me it’s all in the wrist
it’s still f-ck a lame and still f-ck the world and how you feel
can name a few kids who still pack a steel and get real in the field
my summers was cold, friends had no phones
it is what it is

- curreny trademark da skydiver young roddy lyrics

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