Gettin’ Money Curren$y (Ft. Trademark Da Skydiver)
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[Intro: Trademark Da Skydiver]
Yeah, Trade, Fly Society nigga, Spitta
You already know, nigga
[Chorus: Trademark Da Skydiver]
We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin'
Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley
And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me
Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city
We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin'
Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley
And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me
Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city
[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver]
You on a flight with Curren$y and Da Skydiver now throw the peace sign to the pilot
Free-fall from 60,000 without no 'shute, but it's cool, we gone guide you straight to the bottom
Yeah mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' flyness
Me and lil' Spitta hoppin' out that Maybach coupe, land-lovers thinkin' it's a problem
Stupid when it come down my dollars, you little chickens get nada, not even Prada
The only thing I'm upping is some bubble gum and dick for you to swallow
And where I go lil' mama wanna follow, somewhere on a island, no it ain't Hawaii, nor the Bahamas
So ducked off GPS couldn't find me, know I spit fire, no need to remind me
Spitta ?? like it ain't no problem, pop that clip like a gangsta mobster
I love that cheese, I need that mozzarella fella I don't know no better
Touch my swiss you get wet up, eat that beef like it came with lettuce
We fuckin' these freaks because they let us
Niggas hatin' on on my clique but we gettin' that cheddar
Yeah, Trade, Fly Society nigga, Spitta
You already know, nigga
[Chorus: Trademark Da Skydiver]
We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin'
Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley
And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me
Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city
We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin'
Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley
And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me
Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city
[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver]
You on a flight with Curren$y and Da Skydiver now throw the peace sign to the pilot
Free-fall from 60,000 without no 'shute, but it's cool, we gone guide you straight to the bottom
Yeah mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' flyness
Me and lil' Spitta hoppin' out that Maybach coupe, land-lovers thinkin' it's a problem
Stupid when it come down my dollars, you little chickens get nada, not even Prada
The only thing I'm upping is some bubble gum and dick for you to swallow
And where I go lil' mama wanna follow, somewhere on a island, no it ain't Hawaii, nor the Bahamas
So ducked off GPS couldn't find me, know I spit fire, no need to remind me
Spitta ?? like it ain't no problem, pop that clip like a gangsta mobster
I love that cheese, I need that mozzarella fella I don't know no better
Touch my swiss you get wet up, eat that beef like it came with lettuce
We fuckin' these freaks because they let us
Niggas hatin' on on my clique but we gettin' that cheddar
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