Currency & No Melody

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I been runnin' this shit and some day I gotta get told
I stopped talkin' real quick and some say I shoulda' just fold
You not a prophet lil bitch, and you ain't got none else to show
And I got nothin' but cash, this shit will never get old
Bitch I'm constantly cautious
I stay protecting my profits
These pussies talkin' but walking
Yo bitchass ran outta options
I leave yo ass in the tropics
Yo dome is nothing but rotten
You really lackin' myopic
I'm sure nobody was watchin'
My cash throbbin', I can't stop it, my body is droppin'
The bag, swap it, I just bought it I'm emptyin' pockets
A bad topic you understand I never parted
You had shot it, you couldn't stand, it never started
I been runnin' this shit and some day I gotta get told
I stopped talkin' real quick and some say I shoulda' just fold
You not a prophet lil bitch, and you ain't got none else to show
And I got nothin' but cash, this shit will never get old
I been runnin' this shit and some day I gotta get told
I stopped talkin' real quick and some say I shoulda' just fold
You not a prophet lil bitch, and you ain't got none else to show
And I got nothin' but cash, this shit will never get old
I don't wanna go outside
Creepin' like I'm in disguise
Make him meet the concrete, he bloody, I'm cuttin' all my ties
Drippin' mud right from my eyes
Fiji frontin', caught his lies
Weepin' on the weekend these bitches be frontin' all the time
Runnin' out of sense in the Benz, like I'm on my way to work
Coupe yo ass inside of a shed, and we make you feel some hurt
Reachin' for the side of the bed, and I make that pistol squirt
Hearin' shit inside of my head, and I'll end up on a shirt
These hoes be actin' stupid, they need it, they ass dependent
Talkin' crazy like you shootin', I seen it, you don't regret it
Conversation with a mutant, I'm leanin', lil bitch I said it
Son of Sam, I am a student, I reap it, and don't forget it
Tell it how I said it, healin' my stock, like I'm a fucken medic
Credit to the bros at the shop, keepin' it copacetic
Pathetic how I lean when I walk, just like I lost a tendon
Spent it on some bitches and glocks, two lies and ones a message
I don't wanna go outside
Creepin' like I'm in disguise
Make him meet the concrete, he bloody, I'm cuttin' all my ties
Drippin' mud right from my eyes
Fiji frontin', caught his lies
Weepin' on the weekend these bitches be frontin' all the time
I don't wanna go outside
Creepin' like I'm in disguise
Make him meet the concrete, he bloody, I'm cuttin' all my ties
Drippin' mud right from my eyes
Fiji frontin', caught his lies
Weepin' on the weekend these bitches be frontin' all the time

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