Armoire Lyrics - Curren$y



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For Cuban links, yellow gold January cool my man
I’m from the stooler oh check out my ring
I won the Super Bowl in hash, I saw the Mona Lisa bling
Not fallin’ off my ass cuz I lean like the tower of Pisa
On stained glass after church, funeral services for this beat nigga
Tryna steal my style, I can hear ‘em in my sleep
Like young thieves outside tryna break in your Z
28 on your double S, they hit your Tranzam
For your big nose hood and you know them fools mad
I swear they make no good but I’m not surprised
Cuz it’s all fair in the game, I’m fuckin’ these bitches to real street fame
This shit’s wicked, deserves a documentary
Dance stocks on my feet, I’m walkin’ ancient history
Niggas is beast height, tryna be like what we write
Ain’t nothin’ but that jet life

I’m talkin’ stacks on the walls, floors, ceilings
A house made of money, filled what I’m building
Cuz this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasin’
Cuz this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasin’
I’m talkin’ pounds in the fridge, hundred stacks in the armoire
Constant reminders of what the fuck I grind for
Cuz this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasin’
Cuz this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasin’

Still had it, just set mathematics
From the city of chopper clappers, 11 crack it
All levels completed, bitch I’m all man
Smokin’ out the E class wagon, adjust that to airport action
I am Mo, Mr. 2Door, still runnin’ Triple O Gang on my new hose
More than one time was I told that I was too cold
Gucci Mane tryna beat Grizzly Garth on his own foundation lane
And from there, a mansion rolls
When my driver bring your bitch ass home, aks ‘er how the candy roll
You could tell that she was with daddy, just smell her clothes
Money and smoke, that’s all I know

I’m talkin’ stacks on the walls, floors, ceilings
A house made of money, filled what I’m building
Cuz this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasin’
Cuz this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasin’
I’m talkin’ pounds in the fridge, hundred stacks in the armoire
Constant reminders of what the fuck I grind for
Cuz this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasin’
Cuz this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasin’




Writer: Franklin, Shante / Fitch, John A / Harleaux, Daryl Anthony / Brisco, Roderick / Washington, Alex
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.



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