Currency & No Melody Lyrics

I been runnin' this shit and some day I gotta get told

I stopped talkin' real quick and some say I shoulda' just fold

You not a prophet lil bitch, and you ain't got none else to show

And I got nothin' but cash, this shit will never get old

Bitch I'm constantly cautious

I stay protecting my profits

These pussies talkin' but walking

Yo bitchass ran outta options

I leave yo ass in the tropics

Yo dome is nothing but rotten

You really lackin' myopic

I'm sure nobody was watchin'

My cash throbbin', I can't stop it, my body is droppin'

The bag, swap it, I just bought it I'm emptyin' pockets

A bad topic you understand I never parted

You had shot it, you couldn't stand, it never started

I been runnin' this shit and some day I gotta get told

I stopped talkin' real quick and some say I shoulda' just fold

You not a prophet lil bitch, and you ain't got none else to show

And I got nothin' but cash, this shit will never get old

I been runnin' this shit and some day I gotta get told

I stopped talkin' real quick and some say I shoulda' just fold

You not a prophet lil bitch, and you ain't got none else to show

And I got nothin' but cash, this shit will never get old

I don't wanna go outside

Creepin' like I'm in disguise

Make him meet the concrete, he bloody, I'm cuttin' all my ties

Drippin' mud right from my eyes

Fiji frontin', caught his lies

Weepin' on the weekend these bitches be frontin' all the time

Runnin' out of sense in the Benz, like I'm on my way to work

Coupe yo ass inside of a shed, and we make you feel some hurt

Reachin' for the side of the bed, and I make that pistol squirt

Hearin' shit inside of my head, and I'll end up on a shirt

These hoes be actin' stupid, they need it, they ass dependent

Talkin' crazy like you shootin', I seen it, you don't regret it

Conversation with a mutant, I'm leanin', lil bitch I said it

Son of Sam, I am a student, I reap it, and don't forget it

Tell it how I said it, healin' my stock, like I'm a fucken medic

Credit to the bros at the shop, keepin' it copacetic

Pathetic how I lean when I walk, just like I lost a tendon

Spent it on some bitches and glocks, two lies and ones a message

I don't wanna go outside

Creepin' like I'm in disguise

Make him meet the concrete, he bloody, I'm cuttin' all my ties

Drippin' mud right from my eyes

Fiji frontin', caught his lies

Weepin' on the weekend these bitches be frontin' all the time

I don't wanna go outside

Creepin' like I'm in disguise

Make him meet the concrete, he bloody, I'm cuttin' all my ties

Drippin' mud right from my eyes

Fiji frontin', caught his lies

Weepin' on the weekend these bitches be frontin' all the time