No Hook Curren$y, Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy

[Intro: Curren$y]
We could do it like how we used to with no hook
Got a nice little breakdown after the verse and shit

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh
Crumbling cookie crumbs into my bong and writing songs
Nigga 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 a shelf, they copping it in cases of twelve
I shoot my shot at a bad bitch and pick up the shells
We do our thing but don't kiss and tell, no paper trail I keep it real
And that shit pays me well, on a major scale
But I still push for expansion, see it's really all about branding
Internalizing the business mechanics, billionaire 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 Z121 with the top dropped
I'm parked outside of the strip spot
These bitches delivering money knots
They all smiling when they walk out
Single file, in a line to give me mine
The love to see me shine
Baby had a sparkle in her eyes
To me it looked like dollar signs
Alright