Lil Curry! lyrics

[Intro]
Mm, oh, oh haha
Oh, oh, oh yeah, haha
Mm-mm-mm, n*gga
(Chase the money, Chase the money)
Oh yeah
Supreme match the Bape, wonder why these n*ggas hate
Big thick gun, .30, leave a n*gga limp
Ricky denim hold the cake, all my diamonds skate
pus*y n*gga run up on me, I'ma let it spray

[Verse 1]
I remember H&M with them Jordan's, like ooh
Now my Gucci and my Ksubi all imported, like ooh
I find the money, I might Dora explore it, like ooh
I grab the keys and now I tour in a foreign, like ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, aye
Pray to me, feel like I'm Buddha
My n*ggas, they jug on computers
I poke the lil' bih' with the ruler, haha
Yeah, ooh, yeah
You know how I rock and go crazy
Lean in my bottle like baby
Ridin' around in Mercedes

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ha, ooh, yeah
Whole bunch of racks in my britches
Whole bunch of love for these b*tches
Warm up then play 'em like tennis
Ooh, yeah, ha, ooh, yeah
You cannot win, it's a scrimmage
These n*ggas, they scared, they timid
I take a lil' bih' to the dentist
Fendi all over my bag
I put my lock on the tab
Know that these n*ggas, they mad
Know that these n*ggas, they mad
I put the stick on the .30
I'm ballin' off, feel like I'm Curry
My n*gga, we cannot be worried
Sit in the sky like a birdie
[Verse 3]
Know just what she need
She a freak, call on me
I'ma eat her like a bean
I might drink a Latin lean
And I know just what she need
Forgiato, Mr. Clean
All my b*tches, Saigonese
You can't stay, you gotta leave, haha