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letra de currency - benny saint

[intro]
-clears throat-
what up j?
yeah
check it out

[verse 1]
my weed is so loud i can understand why these n-ggas haven’t heard of me
all that is coming, i’m certain, that’s why i don’t let that sh-t worry me
currently puffing a blunt with a b-tch in the cut like a n-gga do surgery
just made it back to my city don’t hit me ‘less you wanna f-ck or you talking ’bout currency
last name “money” motherf-cker, and the first name “need to get to the”
‘cuz yesterday we hit the mall and i bought a lil more than i should’a
my pockets are hurting but i got some mary and bro got the heater
he eager to hit them n-ggas with the ether, the eagle be giving them seizures
me i’m just stacking my bread on my features, you got the dough? i got the verse
n-ggas be talking about a collab, but y’all really don’t understand how it works
see now if n0body playing your music, but i do a track with you, what is the benefit?
that’s a waste of my talent, so if you don’t add to my balance then you are irrelevant, b-tch
n-ggas is making a h-ll of a switch, doubted me now they be jocking the flow
if i were you i’d have been doing the same, so guess i know what they be copying for
no i’m not famous, i’m ’bout to be though, tryna get some of that lottery dough
buy me a property uppin’ my standard of living like this a monopoly ho
like t-ty boi, i’m ridin’ around, let’s get it
your girl just hit my line, she tryna get it
she tryna smoke and then f-ck, told her i’m wit it
picked up an ounce, went to her house, open her mouth, put something in it, woo!
tryna f-ck two at the same time, that’s erica ashley
smoke a blunt of that girl scout while i sit back and they smash me
these girls know that i’m nasty, find me where her -ss be
‘cuz if she wanna get some good d-ck, all she gotta do is ask me
bend it over hit it from the back, then i whip that p-ssy into shape
barely got enough time to f-ck, b-tch i ain’t got time for no date
‘cuz i be out every night straight k!llin’ the floor, with a dream and team way realer than yours
no time for a ho or a n-gga i don’t know, stay cutting ’em off like umbilical cords
people worship these idols, ’til they come in contact with gods
hoes is all my disciples, you get mind f-cked by these broads
life is just a recital, better remember all that you practice
when i die, throw a couple o’s of og in my casket, n-gga

- benny saint

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