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curren$y, trademark da skydiver & young roddy - still coolie in the cut lyrics

[trademark da skydiver:]
if you ain’t talkin’ bout a profit then ain’t no need to holler
i be smokin’ on them flowers while i’m counting up my dollars
i’m still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
i be smokin’ on them flowers while i’m counting up my dollars
you ain’t talkin’ bout a profit then ain’t no need to holler
i be smokin’ on them flowers while i’m counting up my dollars
i’m still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
i be smokin’ on them flowers while i’m counting up my dollars

have you pushing up them flowers if you playing with my dollars
i be chillin’ with gorillas, you be with some prima donnas
since a youngin’, i was hustlin’, you was watching mr. rogers
i been plottin’ on that bag, want that money and the power
i just might go cop a jag, hit the mall blow twenty thousand
i be smoking on that gas, got ya b-tch up in my shower
i just hit her for the free, i ain’t even trade no dollars
said she want to f-ck a g, tired of layin’ up with cowards
now she calling up my phone (my phone)
hit me every hour (hour)
had to leave the b-tch alone (alone)
tired of hearing all her problems (problems)
only focused on this cash, need five-hundred thousand
only focused on this cash, ain’t no way around it

if you ain’t talkin’ bout a profit then ain’t no need to holler
i be smokin’ on them flowers while i’m counting up my dollars
i’m still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
i be smokin’ on them flowers while i’m counting up my dollars
you ain’t talkin’ bout a profit then ain’t no need to holler
i be smokin’ on them flowers while i’m counting up my dollars
i’m still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
i be smokin’ on them flowers while i’m counting up my dollars

[curren$y:]
(yeah, yeah, eastside, jet life)
orange sh-g carpet in my seventies style apartment
i stay on some fly art sh-t, andy warhol on my starship walls
populated by the greatest, all my ladies in the latest
porsche closed circuit racing
toast to us cause we done made it
major paper with no hatin’, that’s what wins championships, baby
we sippin ‘champ in here, baby
lit like a lamp in here, baby
i’m on my mill, on my mill like a stamp in here, baby
i’m like a snail, like a snail, how i craw on the pavement
a 64 on daytons with them funky oldies playing
hit the switch and raise it, hit the switch again and lay it
all day, all night, outside living life
you fools just living lies, stay inside, motherf-cker

[young roddy:]
i used to be broke as a joke, had to figure it out
yeah, either they locking us up or they kicking us out
yeah, i really know n-ggas who really had work in the drought, whoa
i used to play king of the hill, now i’m king of the south, uh
promise to god i won’t tell on my brothers
them n-ggas snitching, got me switching my number
the ghetto told us that the world don’t love us
i’m deep in that p-ssy, she tell me i’m c-mmin’
i’m coming only if they talkin’ bout money
i’m from the bottom where the weather not sunny
i’m talkin’ bl–dy money all in the luggage
they claiming they real, but don’t keep it a hundred
yeah, them thirsty b-tches go f-ck whoever with the money (money)
from a hood where them n-ggas be hustling sunday to sunday (sunday)
way back in the g, i used to sell out of the cutl-ss (cutl-ss)
they counted me out, but i told them we’d make it out one day

- curreny trademark da skydiver young roddy lyrics

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