Jamaican Rum - Curren$y, T.Y.

I’ma keep my gun every time I ride

These fuck niggas know that they can’t come around me

I’m countin' up a bag, thinkin' ‘bout my dad

Like damn, nigga, I can’t wait ‘til you get back

Real nigga, point-blank-period

Snake in the grass, nigga, I can feel your energy

Dig your own grave, then I feel it with your family

Never lookin' back on nothin', I just let it rest in peace

Niggas rattin' just to get they time cut

Ain’t even know that this gon' be your last summer

That bitch you thought you loved ain’t who you thought she was

She gave that pussy up and got her cookie took

I keep that .9 when I’m in these streets

Keep grinnin', shit, if you want that beef

If you cop like twelve, I’ma throw you like three

I’m just tryna make a way for all us to eat

Can’t keep up when I talk that talk

Only gon' understand if you from where I’m from

We could start a band with all these drums

I was like ten, when I fell in love with guns

Won’t even make it to see better days

You burnin' all your bridges, now you drownin' from the wave

But that’s what happen when you makin' shit complicated

Keepin' my cool, that shit so complicated

Million dollar dreams, that’s a nightmare

Just a young nigga buzzin' like a lightyear

With the lick reed, watch me switch speeds

I’m the type of nigga that your bitch needs

You could check the watch, you could check the band

I’m that nigga on and off of Instagram

Who gon' get this money?

We gon' get this money

Who gon' get this money?

We gon' get this money

I parked that G-Wag on the block

My shit ready to blow, I hope

If I catch you slippin', I’ma bust your ass

Let it die down for a minute, then we back at it

Lookin' like I went on a heist

You should know a nigga cool, you could tell by the ice

When that smoke come out my nose, it be boostin' my high

They be tryna steal a swag, and it be makin' me hot

So, I roll up another one

Count another hunid-some, I fell in love with the money

And I be loaded than a mufucka

Hand full of papercuts from countin' up all this money

So, I roll up another one

Count another hunid-some, I fell in love with the money

And I be loaded than a mufucka

Hand full of papercuts from countin' up all this money

Million dollar dreams, that’s a nightmare

Just a young nigga buzzin' like a lightyear

With the lick reed, watch me switch speeds

I’m the type of nigga that your bitch needs

You could check the watch, you could check the band

I’m that nigga on and off of Instagram

Who gon' get this money?

We gon' get this money

Who gon' get this money?

We gon' get this money