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still ridin' - curren$y lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: curren$y]
i’m the hottest thing in the street
ya’ll ain’t got nothing for me
crib already off the hook, and i ain’t talking about buyin’ a book
when i say i’m about to add another story
n-gga in the club, twisted and bent
b-tches on my nuts like a socket wrench
to say that i spit, would make no sense
do mixtapes for free, i made no cents
my pockets ain’t hurting, i can flaunt my sk!lls a little bit
y’all thinking my money spent, but its in a vent
spitta in a boot homie, that is an event
spitta cop a coup, you n-ggas trying to rent
bring these fugazi -ss n-ggas to the light
prove they counterfeit
i am on my puff daddy thing
make bad girls sing like danity kane
its the fast life, word to the re-up game
took a couple seats out the plane, made more room to dance
fs jets got the world wide wingspan
listenin’ to nature, talk about sega
dream cast nba 2k until the plane land
and i still got the iceberg sweats, you see them
money so old it should be in a museum

[hook] x2
and we still ridin’, can’t take nothing from us
the planes got it
fast cars, fast women, fast dollars
wouldn’t give it up for nothing i promise

[verse 2: young roddy]
and i’ma rinse it off if the money bl–dy
i’m sticking to the strip, dollar signs over bunnies
raw the fly thief rock a louis v skully
ain’t a better smell than new money
no sh-t, can i breathe i’m just trying to do yougin’
scream ‘f-ck the cop’ refer to my n-gga tubby
momma got back like a camera to buffy
old school gangster, word to that n-gga bump me
and i’m all about the benjamins, word to that n-gga puffy
n-ggas gonna hate, but the b-tches gonna love me
and now they want half of my cheddar, i find it funny
but i’m no fool, i know i get this chance once
so f-ck a finger roll i’m going to hit a slam-dunk
yeah yao ming, look how tall i stand up
i’m from trey first street baby, us n-ggas man up
overnight look how shorty came up

[hook] x2

[verse 3: street wiz]
f.l.y. gang, we sitting from a range
high up up in the game, spitta lead the way
while we running through the flames
the heat will never last, so we coming for the change
non-stop hustle, but the muscle to the grain
survival of the illest, jet gunning through the lane
skyline living, h-lla smoking out my brain
but her focus, my pimpin’ up on the poles up in the ring
yeah n-gga and i ain’t even tripping on the weather
whatever the degrees, its like im pitching for the cheddar
its magic when you can see it sitting up my sleeve
and when the time is right, i’m going to shift it in the breeze
money, cash, dough, it keep me lifted high for the ride
that’s why the jets zipping past go
catch me on another level, in my swag mode
dougy fresh dress, b-tches on my tadpole, g

[hook] x2

- curreny lyrics

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