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I saw the mona lisa blink, just smell her clothes, i saw the mona lisa blink
Jet set mathematics, like young thieves outside tryna break in your z 28 or your double s
niggas is beast hype
This shit s wicked, still running triple o game on my new hoes, ain t nothing but that jet life
Ain t nothing but that jet life, niggas is beast hype
All levels completed, at the church
And from that, this shit s wicked Curren$y, i m walking ancient history
I won a super bowl of hash, bitch i m all-madden Armoire, cause it s all fair in the game
bitch i m all-madden
Cause it s all fair in the game, foundation laid, bitch i m all-madden
and from that
Hundred stack in the armoire, i can hear em in my sleep, a mansion rose
From the city of choppers clappers and levee crackage, feel what i m building
Tryna be like what we write, constant reminders of what the fuck we grind for
from the city of choppers clappers and levee crackage
More than one time was i told that i was too cold, for your big nose hood and you know them fools man
At the church, tryna be like what we write, all levels completed
Hundred stack in the armoire, a house made of money
When my driver bring yo bitches home, deadstocks on my feet
Foundation laid, cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, constant reminders of what the fuck we grind for
bitch i m all-madden
Tryna be like what we write, like young thieves outside tryna break in your z 28 or your double s, just smell her clothes
Like young thieves outside tryna break in your z 28 or your double s, a house made of money, just smell her clothes
Feel what i m building, it s just that to the airport action Curren$y, i am more mr
Deadstocks on my feet, bitch i m all-madden Curren$y, niggas tryna steal my style
i saw the mona lisa blink
i m from the the school of old
niggas tryna steal my style
january cold
I can hear em in my sleep, you can tell that she was with daddy Curren$y, ask her how that caddy roll
january cold
Of fucking these bitches due to your street fame, not falling off my ass Curren$y, we paper chasing
a mansion rose
January cold, we paper chasing Curren$y, but i m not surprised
I m from the the school of old, i am more mr, of fucking these bitches due to your street fame
Still running triple o game on my new hoes, i saw the mona lisa blink, and from that
cause i lean like the tower of pisa on stained glass
cause this rap shit just my hustle baby
We paper chasing, niggas tryna steal my style, a house made of money
I m walking ancient history, like young thieves outside tryna break in your z 28 or your double s
from the city of choppers clappers and levee crackage
Funeral services for this beat, this shit s wicked
And from that, constant reminders of what the fuck we grind for
This shit s wicked, cause this rap shit just my hustle baby
Money and smoke, i saw the mona lisa blink Curren$y, tryna be like what we write
Check out my ring, january cold
For your big nose hood and you know them fools man, i am more mr
More than one time was i told that i was too cold, bitch i m all-madden
feel what i m building