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CURREN$Y & YOUNG RODDY lyrics : "Bales"

Smoking a hundred dollar joint
Major presentation, ^!$$%, Power Point
Homes, hesitation never been a choice

Early bird get the Rolls Royce
Baby cakes Duncan Hines moist
'Cause that money make her come anywhere I am

She not dumb anytime she hear my voice
Like a money machine, luxury fiend
Do anything, survive the cobra's clutches

Hopscotch hot coals on solid gold crutches, (*##$ cold
Ice man can't touch it, half court raining buckets
Star struck (*##$es behaving like lightening hit 'em

Holly hearts, I'm in the building, oh Lord, ain't tried to kill 'em
When they swung that 76 glass house three wheeling
Surveillance vans parked up the block tryna peep the dealings

Like I don't see them
I tell my (*##$ to bring them a nice pitcher of ice tea since they thirsty
Out right porch for the downfall of a boss

Homie not me soon as one ends another one start, this is season six
We take the food plate and table cloths from a sip off rip, lock your %#@!
And I find myself blinded

One million dollar thoughts I'm just tryna make some money
Turn my rainy day sunny
Frank Weiss style, my city I run it, skinny ^!$$% turned chubby

For safety, my burner under my rug be
Either hate me or love me, I'm purple label my luggage
I try my best to dodge trouble, you seen Spitta, my brother

You catch us puffing in public
Trill ^!$$% one hundred better yet, one thousand
Good guy will I make it out this jungle?

I'm just a ^!$$% from the bricks with a (*##$ who from London
Big dog Bill Russel, from a bucket to a Hummer
They say the good die young, I've seen the pretty turn ugly

They either shoot their stick at a (*##$ that sure cut us
They heard me tell my stomach saw his momma cry a puddle
420 vision from a pitch, mad blurry

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