Overseas Currency Lyrics

Bitcoin been dippin' I buy that shit urgently

I put a bag into overseas currency

That nigga trippin', he said he ain't heard of me

He can't make me no money so that shit ain't hurtin' me

Riding in sport mode, I skrt on these niggas

That nigga he stupid he think he can fuck wit me

She wanted a Goyard, I put her in double C

Lil bitch imma big dawg, don't do what a monkey see

Uh, ride in a V8, i'm racin'

Uh, I see them lights, imma take 'em

Uh, she said that she love me, stop fakin', uh

You would think he my son like I raised 'em

Bitch i'm up now, he dried up like a raisin

And they know i'm a boss like i'm president Reagan

Give my brother a hand, no I can't leave him hangin'

Before I even had racks these niggas was hatin'

Okay

I had to stay down a couple months, i really watched them racks go to the moon

Shawdy a scholar, I logged in her zoom

Put the Hemi in sport mode when i'm in the mood

5 star came over, she slurped me like soup

No she can't stay the night, she get the boot

She can keep callin', i'm chasin' the loot

Her last nigga he know I get money, that pill hard to chew

I can't go broke, that's a local emergency

I'm way too far in the race, he can't hurdle me

I be gettin' these racks way too fast, you can't turtle me

Get your ear up off the street, nigga go online and search me

And I stay with some shooters for niggas tryna dirt me

RickyRick be too sharp, so these niggas can't work me

And my brodie too shiesty, you know that he twerk heat

And that nigga be hurt cause his girlfriend wan flirt me

Bitcoin been dippin' I buy that shit urgently

I put a bag into overseas currency

That nigga trippin', he said he ain't heard of me

He can't make me no money so that shit ain't hurtin' me

Riding in sport mode, I skrt on these niggas

That nigga he stupid he think he can fuck wit me

She wanted a Goyard, I put her in double C

Lil bitch imma big dawg, don't do what a monkey see

Uh, ride in a V8, i'm racin'

Uh, I see them lights, imma take 'em

Uh, she said that she love me, stop fakin', uh

You would think he my son like I raised 'em

Bitch i'm up now, he dried up like a raisin

And they know i'm a boss like i'm president Reagan

Give my brother a hand, no I can't leave him hangin'

Before I even had racks these niggas was hatin'