Hold On Curren$y (Ft. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)

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[Intro: Curren$y]
And they still won't let my homegirl in the suite
I don't know what that's about
A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch, yuh
Yeah, yeah
I been the man
And I am still, stainless (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Bitches know the planes (Yeah)
Yeah, ugh!

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch
I been the man and I am still, stainless
Haters caught vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill these beats, humane fashion: painless
Cell phone my bids to auctions, cop paintings
Gotta have 'em more than Caine-Loc needed them Daytons
Jets X Nes' Phips, crack lacerations
Dope cuts, motherfucker, catch up
Your girl eyes wandering, she wonder if that's us
Heard about that Spitta stroke and she wan' be next up
Homie mad talking about boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up, and that's so messed up
Let's go rest up, I be in the cut
Got a can of Ozium in the truck
Fresh cut, word to Gucci Mane, "Photoshoot"
Spitta in your city, homie, send them hoes through, yeah