Curren$y Amsterdam (Freestyle) Lyrics

Roulette wheels, record deals, sharks on land, exotic taz peel
Roulette wheels, record deals, sharks on land, exotic taz peel
I built this back a couple of years,
Now hands clap when I appear, cheers
No scripts, these actions is real, no cap guns, them mad cats will kill
Over that stretch or be stretched out, still
Hold your breath this threat and go airborne
This shit they came prepared for
Yeah boy, I smoke blow with your bitch, she rolled up 7 more
Revolutionized this shit, they won't give me credit for
Bet acknowledgement from the suckers ain't what I'm in it for
Eating over here, the logo should be a dinner fuck
Jielo, plenty cars
She wanna be where the ferarris and lamborghinis at
Nigga, you mad, you a fucking bitch, why you speeding back
Sucker, you a cum, why your fendy clutch?
Hide up, on my way to lunch valee give me a white... leave it out front
Show peace, big wings, white house watch, full presidential rollies
Yeah, why stop when I'm living like goldie
Winter time bring them furs out, turn your girls out
I don't trip, I must stop for real

The weak niggas and strong weed, kill em all
Let the devil solve the motto
If you ask me, then nigga we, untouchable
Can't fuck with us, grind family, organized crime family
Legit and all, bitch fell in love, first time I picked her up
And took her to the store, told her get what she want
Bags underneath the hood, engine in the trunk
Show you it's money out here, that's what you want
... drug dealer, persona, gold rose leather bombers
From cash wrapped in rubber bands to checks with the come up
Luxury calls, I'm used to cracks ...
A nigga gave me nothing, still I'm in to win a nigga dollar
Fucking bitches, live in public houses
To riding down on them niggas tryina shitting on me
Now I'm like you dealing or using the shit homie
Cause I'm on the block looking like I gotta have a ticket on me
Look at this car, wish you would put a ticket on it
Broke niggas watch me like i got a chicken on me
They go to plotting that's when I gotta put a ticket on them
A price so high, bet they baba mama offer
Cause niggas die everyday when no money for a coffin
And they go to jail with no money for a lawyer
So play the shooter, I'll be the target.

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