No Wrinkles lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]
Huh (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
The Cullinan roof got the sprinkles
Presidential on my wrist got the twinkles
Fresh hundreds on me, no wrinkles
Them n*ggas shooters, but they not thinkers
Watch how quick a real team sink 'em
Turkey bag untied, got the whole spot stinking
Certified, she fried, she with a winner this evening
You can tell if she mine, a certain type, I be keeping
Nice crib, nice ride, fly every day, not just thе weekends
That's hard to do, I applaud you
You do what them other broads do, I'm gon' avoid you
Condo in Miami, watchin' Bad Boys II
With a bad b*tch who pick up big bags for a walkthrough
n*gga, Cullinan roof got thе sprinkles
That Presidential on my wrist got the twinkles
Fresh hundreds on me, no wrinkles
Them n*ggas shooters, but they not thinkers
Watch how quick a real team sink 'em
Turkey bag untied, got the whole spot stinking
Certified fried, she with a winner this evening
You can tell if she mine, a certain type, I be keeping
Nice crib, nice ride, fly every day, not just the weekend
That's hard to do, I applaud you
You do what them other broads do, I'm gon' avoid you
Condo in Miami, watchin' Bad Boys II
With a bad b*tch who pick up big bags for a walkthrough
My n*gga, who is you?
[Verse 2: Fendi P]
Uh, last night, I fell asleep countin' money, I was dreamin' on it
Baddest b*tch in the world, still cheated on her
Fly as ever, put this sh*t on to keep the demons off me
Is you my dog or you just leechin' off me?
This one for the beamer parkers
Can't tell she yours 'cause I can't keep her off me
I ran them streets, you couldn't even cross 'em
I remind these n*ggas often
This sh*t different, crew full of bosses
Trim off the fat, just mean we cuttin' loses
Through a scope, just hittin' targets
Through an app is how them cars get started
All in a row, how valet gon' park 'em?
f*ck what it costs, this the type of look get them b*tches talking
Hit 'em both, both them b*tches stalking
Lil' ho, who cold as me?
n*ggas ain't stiff, they say you more than sweet
Like, how you choosin' b*tches who be choosin' me?
And, b*tch, I'm smooth as Billy Dee
b*tch white as snow, I call her Billie Jean
And every dividend she make, gon' give to me
P

[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches
Smokin' weed it, b*tch, don't post me in your—
If you can keep a secret, we can always—
Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round your n*gga
That sh*t there'll have him suspicious
We be hittin' switches down Chef Highway, dipping
Loose lips sink ships and my ship ain't—