pardon my rollie - curren$y lyrics
[intro]
champagne files
hopefully my n*gga [?] could reach a lighter through the lighter slot in the door
yeah
[verse]
i could never run for president, high as a planet b*tch
money and the weed all i need to get through this sh*t
pulled at a stop light, whole new whip, who this?
top down, four hundred thou from the underground
i got every option installed on it when i bought it
drove it seven hours to a party at ross crib
showed up with a boss b*tch
dressed in some designer sh*t
i didn’t know what it is
i had the gucci top b*tton down with the jeans and my bathing apes
smoked out in the house, even when i’m not
my young n*ggas in the building, they gon’ hold it down
big money come around, shh, not a sound
quiet now [?] teasing
[?] the game up from the pipes when it’s leaking
we came to f*ck sh*t up then my n*ggas leaving
we got a couple b*tches down to jump off the deep end
i got a couple maniacs waiting for a reason
they see you p*ssy n*ggas shining and it’s seasonal
i tell ’em to be cool and in the minute i’ma let ’em meet you
i’m charging [?] for a feature
[outro]
champagne files
you know
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