Kilo Jam - Curren$y

Counting money while my bitch sleep

Counting money til my niggas eat

I ain’t fucking wit that Bentley Jeep

I’m a lil nigga so my wraith big as a truck to me

I tried to tell them lil boys not to fuck with me

But sometimes you gotta let 'em see

See me on the beach in SD and my homie riding '63

When you got home I was all on your TV

Smoking weed where you never be

Nigga where you can’t go

You couldn’t see me with yo telescope

Testarossas on the coast parked it right next to the post

Spitta coped another whip, Aw no, Aw no

More dope for your ears to smoke

Fucking with the audio narcos

Put some respect on it, before we check on it

Haters will piss on your grave

I’m just gone park my corvette on it

Sparking in the dark, thinking of more art

Stupid intelligence, I’m dumb smart

I’m all heart, that’s why you lost before you start

I scratched off in my Ferrari underneath them stars

I forget I got them cars, I be to busy grinding for 'em

That’s that money on the line baby I can’t ignore it, hold on

More dope for your ears to smoke

The original audio narcos