Curren$y

Trademark

Young Roddy

On G's (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)

Hip-Hop

Weekend at Burnie's (Deluxe Edition)

If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all

If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all

At ease as I move with my jet set feelin' the breeze

Got you wonderin' if I played my best hand yet

I'm in yo' house like plumbin', in and out of yo' woman

And I'm up gettin' high 'cause my crew up and comin'

Posted up where it's cold, refrigerator magnets

Then it's back to the N-O, lab life, stackin' rapper chips

Rhyme a few bars to buy my homies some cars

Then I say a few poems and buy my moms a new home

Scribble in my notepad 'bout my city's wrongs

And I try to make it right through these songs

It's niggas tryin' to make it through the night

Get it on, my nigga and show off when you get it

And on the set, shit get live, it's all action

But where I'm from shit get real, it's no actin'

In the 12th grade with 20 grand in my khakis

Life under the scope, them bitches keep lookin' at me

But picture livin' where these niggas don't fear a thing

This wicked world got a nigga numb, free from pain

And all that dirt I did I still remain without a stain

So I twist it, smoke it by myself, clear my brain

Them sober nights drove a nigga damn near insane

I saw it all but never will I tell a thing

But soon as I got my change they say I changed, man

They told me state my name, I'm Rodney from the planes, man

These unfamiliar faces lookin' at me strange, man

But I'm no lame, these niggas know what I claim

I keep it trill to the jet, I put that shit there on the Jets and

Through the lights, cameras and flashes, bong snappin' and action

I'm focused on this paper, money transactions

Was taught as a youngin' to move smart and get my weight up

Federal Reserve papers by the layers and weed by the acres

Bitches by the dozen, just watch me come up from nothin', hater

Greater things await for those who remain patient

Yeah, that's real talk, matter 'fact, a true statement

But still I grind 'cause in the end I want more than Nathan

Smokin' kush, tryin' to ease them thoughts with vapors

Racin' toward the guap, these niggas still chasin'

Runnin' in place, tryin' to catch up with their replacements

Made it to the majors, live from the basement

Straight to the rooftop with spacious livin' spaces

With cases of the Clicquot, trees in different flavors

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Слушайте песню On G's (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark) - Curren$y, Trademark, Young Roddy онлайн с альбома Weekend at Burnie's (Deluxe Edition) в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:27. Год выхода - 2011

Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey

Hey, hey on G's
Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all
Fall back, dawg
If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all

Hey, hey, hey on G's
Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all
Fall back, dawg
If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all

At ease as I move with my jet set feelin' the breeze
I'm in yo' ear like a death threat
Got you wonderin' if I played my best hand yet
You ain't seen nothin'

I'm in yo' house like plumbin', in and out of yo' woman
And I'm up gettin' high 'cause my crew up and comin'
Different chapters of my establishment
Posted up where it's cold, refrigerator magnets

Then it's back to the N-O, lab life, stackin' rapper chips
Rhyme a few bars to buy my homies some cars
Then I say a few poems and buy my moms a new home
Spitta kush king, bong next to my throne

Scribble in my notepad 'bout my city's wrongs
And I try to make it right through these songs
It's niggas tryin' to make it through the night
Let alone make a million
Get it on, my nigga and show off when you get it

Hey, hey, hey on G's
Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all
Fall back, dawg
If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all

Hey, hey, hey on G's
Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all
Fall back, dawg
If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all

And on the set, shit get live, it's all action
But where I'm from shit get real, it's no actin'
In the 12th grade with 20 grand in my khakis
Life under the scope, them bitches keep lookin' at me

But picture livin' where these niggas don't fear a thing
This wicked world got a nigga numb, free from pain
And all that dirt I did I still remain without a stain
So I twist it, smoke it by myself, clear my brain

Them sober nights drove a nigga damn near insane
I saw it all but never will I tell a thing
Can't think of one thing to lose
And about a million things to gain
So I charge this to the game

But soon as I got my change they say I changed, man
They told me state my name, I'm Rodney from the planes, man
These unfamiliar faces lookin' at me strange, man
But I'm no lame, these niggas know what I claim
I keep it trill to the jet, I put that shit there on the Jets and

Hey, hey, hey on G's
Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all
Fall back, dawg
If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all

Hey, hey, hey on G's
Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all
Fall back, dawg
If it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all

Through the lights, cameras and flashes, bong snappin' and action
I'm focused on this paper, money transactions
Is what I'm after, player
Was taught as a youngin' to move smart and get my weight up

Federal Reserve papers by the layers and weed by the acres
Bitches by the dozen, just watch me come up from nothin', hater
Greater things await for those who remain patient
Yeah, that's real talk, matter 'fact, a true statement

But still I grind 'cause in the end I want more than Nathan
Smokin' kush, tryin' to ease them thoughts with vapors
But my mind stuck on gettin' big faces
Racin' toward the guap, these niggas still chasin'

Runnin' in place, tryin' to catch up with their replacements
Made it to the majors, live from the basement
Straight to the rooftop with spacious livin' spaces
With cases of the Clicquot, trees in different flavors
Runnin' the game the OGs gave us

Hey, hey, hey on G's
Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all
Fall back, dawg
If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all

Hey, hey, hey on G's
Niggas ain't fuckin' with my team at all
Fall back, dawg
If it ain't about no loot we can't get at y'all

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