KhalifAndretti
Curren$y, Wiz Khalifa
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Out of range, never running out of game Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay Spending change, where that Prada at? I done blew a lot of money, got it back Full of hate 'cause they not on track My niggas Scraping them polish, chasing them dollars We all live for today, but think of tomorrow If that weed rolled up, I think she gon' holler So much money stacked up, we ain't thinking of violence Before the plane take off, my seats are reclining Asked how to be a boss, the secret is timing Ain't a boss if your reefer is quite Your cheese declining You niggas ain't loyal, I rep Taylor-Gang to the soil And for Jetlife you'll be a memorial You wanna learn how, here's the tutorial 2009 nigga if this new shit is boring Me and Spitta got a key, we been recording Remember when we couldn't afford it Now it's private when we boarding it Benz on Grovers Crawling past armor Night crawlers on the corners, shooters what they call 'em I was watching Shottas at the Lost, 5 in the morning Shots rang like an alarm, the target got hit in the forearm Duck behind the car, switch hands, reloaded the cannon And came back blasting that bitch like O-Dog Wild gun firing All the niggas clapping at the dawg but he survived it Except an innocent man standing at the bus stop Trying to get to work early and avoid rush hour Yesterday he put the Chevrolet in the paint shop It gotta be passed down And his son gunned down and forgot about Stuntin' for the ones who never made it out Stuntin' for the youngin' still in the struggle Coming up with ways to making out It's Eastside, Andretti reporting live Stand behind the yellow tape, cover your kid's eyes Twice upon a time Chain cold, look like Vegas lights the way it shine Changed the game 'Bout to do it twice because we grind You niggas ain't tough, you're more like mice compared to mine 3 McQueen shots taste like lightning every time If her top good than I might be in to flyin' Nigga run up on me, won't be lucky if he trying You ain't a big dog, you just a puppy in the mind I'm like Puffy in his prime Comfortable with mine You ain't a GOAT bro, you just a buster with some rhymes The gas that I smoke, like an onion, have you crying It's gang Jetlife, we ain't much to win a dime My Benz new, old school custom when I'm riding Forget about the nigga who be cuffing when she sliding The weed good, sex good, 'bout the way we vibin' Gotta have a million dollars, plus you wanna chime in Benz pulling up with a couple trucks behind it That paper works us, look it up before you sign it Dickies suit on while I'm puffing on the chronic Jumped up in the game, I ain't rush to go to college I was 21 when I touched a million dollars Circle small, I can only trust you if you solid Ain't have no connection, so it must have been the talent Rules to the game, made no hustle without balance Always getting paid, stack it up and make a mountain Me and my nigga from Pittsburgh Started from the bottom Nothing but critics nit picking a sucker's dollar But we had a support system that was louder Gang-lifers, Taylor-jets, who was high as mountains Revolutionizing, while fools got high Redefining what was fly Showed you how to become a millionaire online And prove to the streets it wasn't a lie 2009, him and I Close the Maybach curtains, I'm in here working My instrument is the pen, surgery begins Air Max Nike, wind suit, powder blue, deuce Sweatpants rolled up a little bit 20 grand in each sock Portfolio full of stocks I'ma buy back the block Invest in corporations Paper into mom and pop's shop Putting our folks on top What you know 'bout Really putting them on, looking out We did them, holding the world clubs, nigga this shit here must stop It's state of the art venues, now we sell out Revolutionized, boosted the industry of pot Even if they do not wanna admit Really I don't give a shit I'm G'd the f*ck up and I'm hella rich, look it up Super tough, moving up in the world like elevators Me and you like Roc-A-Fella Records in 2002 5 pounds of OG, a half p of Gorilla Glue Writing a movie on the balcony, this could take a few On the balcony where I take your boo Back shots and a facial Oh, how she disgrace you Look at who you put your faith into Funny thing about trust, everybody up to something Lesser of two evils, you're gonna have to pick one They bust Desert Eagles over funds like it's fun All full of drugs but running low on love Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
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