Lyrics:
The same cat that battled them fools for lunch tickets
Everyday the rates change and currency's strange
???, international money exchange
(Chorus) 4x
Trade
Temple Of Hip Hop, ribbons
International, UNESCO and also by
300 Hip-Hop activists
Pioneers and UN delegates
In the first place this document recognises
Trickles down with every flush so pay attention
Where did the money go?
Whisked away by chaperone
Safely off-shore without documentation
As the books go
a girl they call her silly lover
And I would never trade her for no other
She's a role model, looks is just a part of it
She's international
(Queen of my
I've prayed to the lord for these times I demolish the microphone
Shootin' goals like Ronaldo
Trade out the broke fits rotate everyday wear
With that
of potassium
Streets I roam, Mama praying like the Vatican
My life feels like trade water in the ocean
Who's standing in
I'm dopes up moving drug trafficking
fresh fades
And them new shades
In the blue trades
On the daily
We at arcade
With them upgrades
On that molly
Feelin woozy
Might get naughty
Spend some
I'm fleeing out the country,
Never trade, no switching up my ways, forever be a hunnit,
Family the only thing I love more than this currency,
Take
trade each day of my week away,
just to have the night of my life.
I'd trade each day of my week away,
just to have the night of my life.
Of my life,
fault mu
Giwa bu the only s.a.n
Tennis no na court mu
Love mu
Moments with you i'll never trade
Osogodu gi kpolu buyer
Kpolu buyer
My heartbeat ,queen
pesos to pounds
The world's economic stage
International money's the reason why I flipped the page
Skyscrapers and markets
Feel the pulse of trade
It's
the choice,
I’d trade her in,
In any second,
I’ve used pxssy,
Pornography,
Drugs & alcohol,
In so many combinations
Just to feel corrected,
Another statistic,
shittin' gold these days
Soulja Boy, Drake
Oh, we made it
Turn me up just a little bit in the headphone
Worldwide
International
Nigga we made it,
these days
Soulja Boy, Drake
Oh, we made it
Turn me up just a little bit in the headphone
Worldwide
International
Nigga we made it, aye
We made it
Nigga
down
Game feel just like a circus clown when I work this
Jack of all trades
Master to few
Test these test these 1, 2
Gettin down with
baby, we're still texting
Ain't nothing obvious, I need to stay rational
We soon international
These bitches are casual
You still on my mind, walk through
Laugh at the money but you still need it honey
She says, oh no, where can we exchange my pesos for trade
Galactic federation international trade
from the, sins of your life
So come on, and roll the dice
You might just be suprised
Past the international date line, your hands ten times hotter
So
down
Game feel just like a circus clown when I work this
Jack of all trades
Master to few
Test these test these 1, 2
Gettin down with
London-born estate girl to international sensation
Cutting through your settings, do not need an invitation
Basking in this feeling, if I must say, it's
from Venice, Kilgari
Tyrant that Mali and a Bamako property
Jump to imperial Benin, fifteenth century, trade routes heavy
Break the bank like Musa,
super bad, say, say
Check the pass man, foot on the gas man
I wrap em' up in cashmere and trade em' for cash man
You dig, my sick face down
making a sound
It's the Low Down crystal clear with these vocals
My international skills train the locals
World wide, what make you think that you can
hit the ground running then they will see
Everybody has a dream, yeah
But they trade it for fast money, yeah
Now it seems like a fantasy, yeah
Then they
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