Jermaine Dupri - Curren$y

Jermaine Dupri - Curren$y

Альбом
Collection Agency
Год
2021
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
154220

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Jermaine Dupri

Curren$y

Rain on the Phantom windshield, tears when the friends kill

How that shit feel?

You not equipped for the field

And they smell fear, clouds darken as they draw near

How’d you get here shit, like a shitty record deal

Pulled up on factory wheels with the racing gear

I could make a million appear, no back and forth

With a boss who could have you brought up in the trunk of a car

At that point it’s past talk, so you should leave it in park

That’s way more smart, Andretti, I put years into this art

You cannot compare me, went from hood rich to wealthy

A pandemic outside, I’m tryna stay healthy, God help me

I’m dope as fuck, they hassle me in airports 'cause dogs smell me

Y’all sketchy, that’s why y’all can’t catch me, try to text me

Five Chevys front the house, I’m inside smoked out

With some NBA socks on 'cause a nigga ballin', huh

Threw me in the hole, put on hella gold and then I crawled out

Brung them cars out, turned some broads out

Underground superstars, now, bitch, what you talkin' 'bout?

I put the homies in position to get millions

Pray to D’Ussé every year I get a new Bentley, thumbing through Benjis

Rose gold Forgis lookin' like the largest pennies underneath the foreign

Success make you a target in my city

I’m never sleepin', but I dream big

As a teen I watched MTV Cribs

Jermaine Dupri had the Continental T in the garage

And said you ain’t a big dog unless you got one of these, yeah

And now I’m driving precision because now I’m that nigga

Some of my cars self-park, but I don’t trust it

All them funky bitches who think they smart play Mario Kart with they hearts

See a OG nod slow, I’ll low-key tear you apart

Simple as pimpin' the pen and throwin' the motherfuckin' thought

Never missing my mark

Game-winner from the three point arc

A dozen Lamborghinis send 'em in a panic

It was madness like March, the watch froze

My watch is in the vault, too icy need, need to thaw out

Yeah

Chevys on switches, baby

Smoke weed in it, post it in your pictures

Hittin' switches on Chef Highway, dippin'

Yeah

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