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letra de money machine - curren$y

jet life

roll one up for them haters, i’m just counting my paper

jets count millions

make my way to a million looking out the plane windows

yeahh
tony said frank wouldn’t last, now frank woman upstairs packing bags
survival of the fittest, her sponsor no longer living, plight of these kept -ss b-tches
when the dreams all end and then the boss, slam, casket closed
welcome to the school of hard knocks, you ain’t know you was enrolled?
cold, i know, what’s colder is these streets
when your name no longer hot, you feel me?
seen n-gg-s and b-tches go through a dope game in the music lifestyle
hard to attain
but it’s easy to get used to it, try to maintain, under pressure
only few do it, and that’s what inspires you to try
the gleam in your eye, manifested in your mind, then you start your climb
remembering whoever you step on to come up, you may meet them another time
f-ck em, doe
cause if the foot was in the other shoe, them n-gg-s’ stand on you to get a better view
telling you the truth, while taking them to school
fools don’t think how i think, can’t see these lines like i scribbled in invisible ink in these tablets
jet life commandments, thou shall not rest until i make my whole fam rich
f-ck you take me fo? one of them sucka n-gg-s who forget to sit when he blow?
never that, jlr, we’ll have his whole world changed by tomorrow
lighters and ozium in my car, in no way am i playing with y’all
when i say i’m so high, if i was to trip and fall, i’d land on mars
but don’t mistake my highness for blindness, giving me them fake smiles, i know what’s behind them
i swim with the sharks everyday
you back stroking with the guppies
supposedly big dogs get chopped down to puppy, size
utterly euthanized by these flows i’ve been crafted, secretly in my labyrinth, sleeping on a charred mattress
nights so hot, get that girl to the pool before she p-ss out, livin in a landmark
new ferrari underneath the carport, my landshark
invite me to your party, reserve me somewhere to park
i’m not sure what you thought, f-ck pullin off on the [?]
you got twenty minutes free? how bout a fast brunch?
pitch me whatever proposals you, want, but no promises though
i got a lot on my plate, no ham omelets, i’m on my conglomerate
word to the kid, willie the fly, always on top of sh-t, really…
yeahh

roll one up for them haters, i’m just counting my paper

- curreny

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