Curren$y - Boss Dealings Lyrics
[feat. Noreaga Styles P][Verse 1: Noreaga]So there's about a million ways to make a million dollarsI know some chicks who try to make it from they baby fathersI know some niggas that will shoot you right in front the copsAnd do that 23 hour locked in the boxAs a youth I prayed I make it out of povertyWithout rap, I would still be into robberySelf conscious, self madeGot my life out of coach, upgradeThey try to claim it's a brand new gameSome brand new nigga sounded brand new lamesA brand new view from young OG's perspectiveI love Newport so I iced out the necklaceI grew out of that, and got rid of itAnd made chicks eat chicks on they period, ewwUh that's nasty, got a song with CassieThat should prolly tell you that I'm at least half classyReefer smoke, reefer smoke, ***** it let the reefer smokeThey can't afford the sour so they go and get the cheaper smokeIt's premeditated, I'm a highly dedicatedHighly medicated, shit, ***** it nigga[Verse 2: Curren$y]Smoking a Jernt, scribbled in my tabletsStone thoughts nigga, scared of brain mathematicsWeed blurring my visionStill see them digits add up to that Bentley truckParking sensor's beeping when I back upI ain't got it now, but by the time you hear thisI instagram that mother*****er, hot boxing itSo many clouds we smoking, looking like a rolling explosionThem bad *****es know him, kush and Gucci cologneReleasing they pheromones, she hornyLooking for escape route, her man's be on itCops style, that ***** wild, I'm parked outside, I'm waiting on herBack door flow, ho sled in the coupe with weed rolled upDrove off, Jet life never die, G code CausePinky finger's frozen, Cuban link goldenOnly built for that shit that them niggas kill forAudio dope, fly as everything you never saw, forever rawYeah, that's us dog[Verse 3: Styles P]Nigga you ain't getting high, what the ***** you give a ***** forI just float, and watch the money comeHustle when I was 12, own shit when I was 21Whether walking or driving, I'm on the money runDo it for jail niggas, microwaving they honey bunNow everybody 'bout that lifeYou got shooters, I'm a shoot an eye out your lifeThat's the off switch, boss shit, couple niggas and corpsesAsk the security, y'all niggas up in the officeI get busy with the pounds, keys, and TaurusThat's a loaded gun, nigga start the Vet, let the motor runLight the jedi, watch Yoda comeTell em ***** em all nigga yeah I said itI like to buy my shit, I don't care for creditYou can blank it out, I don't care to editAny rapper alive is who I dare to set it, yeahIt's Ghost, Spitta, and NO, let your man knowI have your face looking like you just *****ed up an endoEw, nigga, ew, nigga
