On G’s Curren$y (Ft. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)
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[Hook]
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all
[Verse 1]
At ease
As I move with my jet set feeling the breeze
I'm in your ear like a death threat
Got you wondering if I played my best hand yet, you ain't seen nothing
I'm in your house like plumbing, in and out of your woman
And I'm up getting high cause my crew up and coming
Different chapters of my establishment
Posted up where it's cold, refrigerator magnets
Then it's back to the N-O, lab life, stacking rapper chips
Rhyme a few bars to buy my homies some cars
Then I say a few poems and buy my moms a new home
Spitta kush king, bong next to my throne
Scribble in my notepad 'bout my city's wrongs
And I try to make it right through these songs
It's niggas tryna make it through the night, let alone make a million
Get it on nigga and show off when you get it
[Hook]
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all
[Verse 1]
At ease
As I move with my jet set feeling the breeze
I'm in your ear like a death threat
Got you wondering if I played my best hand yet, you ain't seen nothing
I'm in your house like plumbing, in and out of your woman
And I'm up getting high cause my crew up and coming
Different chapters of my establishment
Posted up where it's cold, refrigerator magnets
Then it's back to the N-O, lab life, stacking rapper chips
Rhyme a few bars to buy my homies some cars
Then I say a few poems and buy my moms a new home
Spitta kush king, bong next to my throne
Scribble in my notepad 'bout my city's wrongs
And I try to make it right through these songs
It's niggas tryna make it through the night, let alone make a million
Get it on nigga and show off when you get it
[Hook]
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