Coolie In The Cut by Currensy
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, I got my California green and my New York bitch
My new car clean, you should see that bit
Jet Life do they thing, every boss get rich
Bringing ounces, only personal's get lit
Been doing this, ever since I touched my first scent
I was hella bent on touching that wealth, bitch
Now I'm toasting to my health, making them niggas sick
By myself, top shelf, where the best sit, uh
Gucci gloves on my fingers
Pointing to the man and I see him in the mirror
High ass, money making, wrist taking
Niggas hating, Chevy skating, fresh from the weed now
Ready for that wake n' bake
[Hook x2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as fuck
Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had
enough
Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in
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