Currency lyrics

[Chorus: HNIC Pesh & Peezy]
Yeah, I just want the currency (Paper)
I'm tryna touch a M before them b*tches bury me ('Fore I'm gone)
If it ain't 'bout no profit, that sh*t ain't concernin' me (Don't give a f*ck)
All my n*ggas do whatever for that currency (Yeah) (Swear to God)
n*gga, I just the currency (Let's get it, n*gga) (The bag)
I'm tryna touch a M before them b*tches bury me (Talk your sh*t) ([?] ticket)
If it ain't 'bout no profit, that sh*t ain't concernin' me (Ayy) (Nah)
All my n*ggas do whatever for that currency

[Verse 1: Peezy & HNIC Pesh]
Fifty thou' cash, man, that ain't nothin' (That ain't sh*t)
If you trappin' and you broke, we call it fake hustlin' (Fake hustlin')
n*ggas ain't got no pull, yeah, that's fake muscle (Fake n*gga)
Better a n*gga make the news if he take somethin' (Fah, fah)
Diamond links 'round my neck, left a bruise on it (Yeah)
In a bar blowin' stacks with the tool on me (Strapped up)
We got open invitations, n*gga, who want it?
Ten n*ggas, ten a piece on it, that's a cool hundred (Hundred racks)
Blow a bag when I feel 'cause I've been grindin' ([?] talk)
Nickname "Mighty Fresh", b*tch, I'm big timin' (Ha)
Ride shotgun with a n*gga b*tch drivin' (Yeah)
With the same n*ggfas who was 'round when I didn't have it (Ghetto Boy)
We could have a ball-off, b*tch, what team you on? (b*tch, what team you on?)
How the f*ck is you a boss and your people broke? (Dumb n*gga)
[?] fourty hustler jeans with the Yeezys on (Ah)
You would see a f*ckin' flyin' boat 'fore you see me broke (Ah, yeah, n*gga)
[Chorus: HNIC Pesh & Babyface Ray]
Yeah, I just want the currency (Paper)
I'm tryna touch a M before them b*tches bury me ('Fore I'm gone)
If it ain't 'bout no profit, that sh*t ain't concernin' me (Don't give a f*ck)
All my n*ggas do whatever for that currency (Swear to God)
n*gga, I just the currency (The bag)
I'm tryna touch a M before them b*tches bury me (A mill' ticket)
If it ain't 'bout no profit, that sh*t ain't concernin' me (Nah)
All my n*ggas do whatever for that currency (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
That money took control of me (Yeah)
I'm turnt for [?], tell Rico I'm gettin' money like I'm supposed to be
Mob ties, real wize gang, ain't no approachin' me (Approachin' me, n*gga)
sh*t, I spent too much to ever tuck the piece (Never)
Off-White jeans, Off-White lows (Yeah)
Off-white uncut raw gettin' stepped on (Step on that sh*t)
At the bar with the owner, drinkin' XO
Run up on me thinkin' sh*t light and get flexed on (Flex)
Run through the bag, spent the profit on the next low
Lord willin' I be up a hundred by the next song (Asleep)
n*gga, I done dogged some of the best hoes
f*ck 'em then I leave 'em, I'ma let y'all arrest hoes
That Hellcat come and wake up n*ggas' blocks (Ah)
That Draco spittin', open n*ggas' tops
I came a long way from one [?] out the spot
Now I can cop two hundred Gs and make a half a block, n*gga
[Chorus: HNIC Pesh]
Yeah, I just want the currency (Paper)
I'm tryna touch a M before them b*tches bury me ('Fore I'm gone)
If it ain't 'bout no profit, that sh*t ain't concernin' me (Don't give a f*ck)
All my n*ggas do whatever for that currency (Swear to God)
n*gga, I just the currency (The bag)
I'm tryna touch a M before them b*tches bury me (A mill' ticket)
If it ain't 'bout no profit, that sh*t ain't concernin' me (Nah)
All my n*ggas do whatever for that currency