Music To Ride To-Curren$y

Ft. Young Roddy, Trademark Da Skydiver Dressed like I got somewhere to go But Im just smoking my trees, Proly sweep the padio Dump through a few magazines, complex rap report Surf the internet reserve sum time at a Dubai resort Im on the grind fool, I aint a child no more But I play the fcuk out of thirsty hoe It aint a game, its the planes brushin of my clothes But aint nothing on my back except wings, pardon me bro As I make my way to the change, carve my place out in history Get rich and stay the same, All palm tree shade, half kid, half Burning through my Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind Im double time on my hustle and all your b**ches mine Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and ride To all the niggas trying to do Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind Im double time on my hustle and all your b**ches mine Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and ride To all the niggas trying to do Aint nobody f**king with my team and I put that sh*t on gs She loves me. cursing when I leave Sh*t she acting like a girl it cost to be the boss around this piece can i breathe Cause all I do is rhyme write rhymes and smoke w**d You dont burn down a tree, Time of I burned down the street Take heat when that money speak aint life for free From low class to living comfortably All from bein a beast on these beats, smoking that loud pack As i trip them plain haters aint talkin about sh*t them lame niggas aint nuthin like me Tryin get a bite to eat, a plate for free Ni**a please i know cash be grindin ll week. Why sleep when that money on yo street I was told to get cheddar Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind Im double time on my hustle and all your b**ches mine Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and ride To all the niggas trying to do Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind Im double time on my hustle and all your b**ches mine Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and ride To all the niggas trying to do Same old sh*t just a different day, New w**d Im twisting up, I break it down and lift me up Jet life ni**a what? Im high as f**k in the cut, just chilling, count this paper up You know the life of a villain sport cars and women Popping that polo collars partner, all well denims Over them Guccis no stunt thats how a ni**a living, on gs B**ch please, my paper peeling, Look Im addicted to this sh*t and I cant fight the feeling Still tryna to stack my dollars up from the floor to ceiling Niggas hating on us, we aint tripping off your feelings 365 24/7 we making the killing Spitting the sh*t that we living Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind Im double time on my hustle and all your b**ches mine Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and ride To all the niggas trying to do Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind Im double time on my hustle and all your b**ches mine Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and ride To all the niggas trying to do