Curren$y – The Beach Lyrics
Artist: Curren$y
Song: The Beach
The margin is wide
(Yeah yeah)
Y’all better call TY tell ’em come grab that
(Of the rich and wealthy)
Before I forget what I was doing with that
(Paper)
Still stoned, still on
Said I don’t f#ck with suckers back then
And I still don’t, still stoned, still on
You more concerned with them hoes than yourself
That’s detrimental to your mental health
The margin is wide between hood rich and wealth
Separate it bro, step up your paper
I heard you stressed out, you been missing payments
They talking about you bad on them gossip pages
Same ones who celebrated sell you out later
Sell you down the road for coins that was only
Silver and gold plated, that sh#t wasn’t real
But the consequences really is
Something you could feel, sh#t producing tears
Wasted years, wasted game in the ears
Of a lame, start applying
Instead of crying and whining ’bout who else shining
And how you ain’t got it
I don’t come to pity parties
I’m out here getting it shorty
They open that sh#t up for me
Said I was sorry for the Wraith but not for my Ferrari
Sliding through the lobby, all my chains on
My ex b#tch saw me, started talking
My current lady walked up on me
Introduced them to each other, neither one was salty
Matter of a fact they was sweet on each other
Then we layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer
(Layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, n#gg#
Still stoned, still on
Said I don’t f#ck with fake b#tches back then
And I still don’t
(Capo)
Going back and forth with these bars like a predicate
All this water on, I can’t tell you how wet she drip
They gonna dry your mother’s eye if they come through wetting sh#t
I’d tell you the whole story but you n#gg#s know the rest of it
The back of the back it got seats like a Craftmatic
Running through these dirty streets where they blast matics
He got hit up in his car, he tryna breathe like an asthmatic
I was always ready for the beef when it had static
That give me room, the cars big like a yacht b#tch
I don’t smoke cigs but there’s a SIG in the drop
And watch for your safety because this trigger don’t lock
The first n#gg# that move, that’s the first n#gg# getting shot
They open that sh#t up for me
Said I was sorry for the Wraith but not for my Ferrari
Sliding through the lobby, all my chains on
My ex b#tch saw me, started talking
My current lady walked up on me
Introduced them to each other, neither one was salty
Matter of a fact they was sweet on each other
Then we layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer
(Layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, n#gg#
Still stoned, still on
Said I don’t f#ck with fake b#tches back then
And I still don’t
East Side
Do I know you?
I don’t think so
No? Why you smiling?
Why are you smiling?
I don’t know
I know who you are, you Americano
Augusto would like to see you immediately
Huh?
Augusto would like to see you
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From the album:
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Release Year: 2021