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peezy & babyface ray – currency lyrics

[chorus: hnic pesh & peezy]
yeah, i just want the currency (paper)
i’m tryna touch a m before them b+tches bury me (‘fore i’m gone)
if it ain’t ’bout no profit, that sh+t ain’t concernin’ me (don’t give a f+ck)
all my n+ggas do whatever for that currency (yeah) (swear to god)
n+gga, i just the currency (let’s get it, n+gga) (the bag)
i’m tryna touch a m before them b+tches bury me (talk your sh+t) ([?] ticket)
if it ain’t ’bout no profit, that sh+t ain’t concernin’ me (ayy) (nah)
all my n+ggas do whatever for that currency

[verse 1: peezy & hnic pesh]
fifty thou’ cash, man, that ain’t nothin’ (that ain’t sh+t)
if you trappin’ and you broke, we call it fake hustlin’ (fake hustlin’)
n+ggas ain’t got no pull, yeah, that’s fake muscle (fake n+gga)
better a n+gga make the news if he take somethin’ (fah, fah)
diamond links ’round my neck, left a bruise on it (yeah)
in a bar blowin’ stacks with the tool on me (strapped up)
we got open invitations, n+gga, who want it?
ten n+ggas, ten a piece on it, that’s a cool hundred (hundred racks)
blow a bag when i feel ’cause i’ve been grindin’ ([?] talk)
nickname “mighty fresh”, b+tch, i’m big timin’ (ha)
ride shotgun with a n+gga b+tch drivin’ (yeah)
with the same n+ggfas who was ’round when i didn’t have it (ghetto boy)
we could have a ball+off, b+tch, what team you on? (b+tch, what team you on?)
how the f+ck is you a boss and your people broke? (dumb n+gga)
[?] fourty hustler jeans with the yeezys on (ah)
you would see a f+ckin’ flyin’ boat ‘fore you see me broke (ah, yeah, n+gga)
[chorus: hnic pesh & babyface ray]
yeah, i just want the currency (paper)
i’m tryna touch a m before them b+tches bury me (‘fore i’m gone)
if it ain’t ’bout no profit, that sh+t ain’t concernin’ me (don’t give a f+ck)
all my n+ggas do whatever for that currency (swear to god)
n+gga, i just the currency (the bag)
i’m tryna touch a m before them b+tches bury me (a mill’ ticket)
if it ain’t ’bout no profit, that sh+t ain’t concernin’ me (nah)
all my n+ggas do whatever for that currency (ayy)

[verse 2: babyface ray]
that money took control of me (yeah)
i’m turnt for [?], tell rico i’m gettin’ money like i’m supposed to be
mob ties, real wize gang, ain’t no approachin’ me (approachin’ me, n+gga)
sh+t, i spent too much to ever tuck the piece (never)
off+white jeans, off+white lows (yeah)
off+white uncut raw gettin’ stepped on (step on that sh+t)
at the bar with the owner, drinkin’ xo
run up on me thinkin’ sh+t light and get flexed on (flex)
run through the bag, spent the profit on the next low
lord willin’ i be up a hundred by the next song (asleep)
n+gga, i done dogged some of the best hoes
f+ck ’em then i leave ’em, i’ma let y’all arrest hoes
that h+llcat come and wake up n+ggas’ blocks (ah)
that draco spittin’, open n+ggas’ tops
i came a long way from one [?] out the spot
now i can cop two hundred gs and make a half a block, n+gga
[chorus: hnic pesh]
yeah, i just want the currency (paper)
i’m tryna touch a m before them b+tches bury me (‘fore i’m gone)
if it ain’t ’bout no profit, that sh+t ain’t concernin’ me (don’t give a f+ck)
all my n+ggas do whatever for that currency (swear to god)
n+gga, i just the currency (the bag)
i’m tryna touch a m before them b+tches bury me (a mill’ ticket)
if it ain’t ’bout no profit, that sh+t ain’t concernin’ me (nah)
all my n+ggas do whatever for that currency

- peezy babyface ray lyrics

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