Curren$y feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy - No Hook paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson No Hook - Curren$y , Young Roddy , Trademark Da Skydiver



We could do it like how we used to with no hook
Got a nice little breakdown for a verse and shit
Uh, crumbling cookie crumbs into my bong and writing songs
Niggas you took too long to come get that shit, now it's gone
It sells itself when it's packaged this well
Can't sit on the shelf
They copping it in cases of twelve
I shoot my shot at a bad bitch and pick up my shells
We do our thing but don't kiss and tell, no paper trail
I keeps it real and that shit pay me well
On a major scale
But I still push for expansion
See it's really all about branding
Internalizing the business mechanics, big in that tactics
Got buildings in Cali, got ranches in Dallas, marijuana and cattle
We slinging it all, see
It don't matter, one stop shop
Got the ZR1 with the top drop
I'm parked outside of the strip spot
These bitches delivering money knots
They all smiling when they walk out
Singles filed in a line
They buss it down, they give me mine
They love to give me mine,
They love to see me shine
Baby had a sparkle in her eye
To me it looks like dollar signs (alright)
Yeah, real nigga, authentic
Batman, Bruce Wayne, still kicking
Five cones, pour four, three cups, one nigga, two bitches
Real nigga from New Orleans
In the A, the booth still fucking with me
Trademark straight pimping, sauce
Dripping, six rings, Scottie Pippen
I was too real for them lames
I was always bout my change
Four solo albums in, still doing my thang
What the fuck is you saying?
Y'all niggas faking and playing,
Me I've been about my business
Bank account that's my witness
Got a hundred mill on my wishlist
No ain't speaking bout no money bitch
I ain't really trying to hear the shit
Talking bags in my convos
Ninety bands stashed in the condo
Boss man, I'm the CEO
Tonto the head honcho
Tell your worker run them bags over
I need all my bands pronto
Living life on the edge, I'm taking a risk
I'm taking my shot, either make it or miss
Used to be broke as a joke, my nigga that shit is no myth
Was raised by queens
But still it ain't no love for no bitch
I'm cool as it get, I shine like the sun, I flooded my wrists
She told me a mill, I'm fucking her friend in the back of the Benz
Just me and my dogs, we killed this once
We gonna kill it again
My mama was working, my brother was trapping
My pop in the pen
They call it the ghetto, we call it the trap cause that's what it is
I told my lil bro, them niggas be talking
Don't trap out the crib
I'm feeling like Mitch, I hustle like Nip, it's all money in
One life to live, my homie got shot
He took two to the ribs
Cooking that audio dope
They told me it's all in the wrist
It's still fuck a lame,
It's still fuck the world and fuck how you feel
Could name a few kids who packing that steel
It be real in the field
My summers was cold, friends turn to foes
It is what it is



Writer(s): Shante Scott Franklin, Craig Rc West, Alex Washington, Roderick E Brisco


Curren$y feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy - No Hook
Album No Hook
date de sortie
05-04-2019




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