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True Lies
Curren$y & Fuse feat. Lloyd Banks
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808 My crew
Gettin' it, spendin' it, livin' it, dippin' in dividends
Limitless, shipped it to the crib, took
My pictures in it, did a burnout in it
Turned out bitches, sold out tickets, off the tour that made millions
Castle doors, cathedral ceilings
This is real, can't ignore the feeling
I just closed the deal, I hear them Franklins peeling
Shouldn't rush, it's a must, in the clutch, who you trust?
In the love, in the lust with the diamonds in the dust
Rolled up and I'm focused
They gon' try to catch me slippin', dawg, I know it
I hear their footsteps approaching
But before they reach my front porch, they'll be roasted
That's word to bro, that's for sure, in the scope
'Cause he always know that one day these niggas would play the fool
He had to come through like the big homie do
I wouldn't wish my lifestyle on you
But I can't deny that this ice is cool
Chicks will be nice to you when they think you holdin' on to that loot
And everybody watchin' you, so you gotta watch how you move
The homies'll say they lookin' out for you, but that shit ain't true
Yeah, nigga
Banks
That Southside Jet Life shit
Uh
Live my life with limits wide, when it's slim, live to try
Gangsters out, kids inside, shit get hard as cribs divide
Grimy ways intensified, opps out, tints to slide
Switchin' sides get you fried, both palms itchin', I
Got a feeling I'ma touch some millions
Put my dealings in another building (Let's get it)
Movin' on, now it's only family ties
Those so-called soldiers barely ride
We're nothin' alike, compare me, why?
You die, we won't be teary-eyed
My weed clouds up Miami skies
New princess cuts, canary size
Extendos 'round, how dare we hide?
I'm ten toes down, no scary vibes
They don't see a path, then you walk alone
Think talkin', don't do that on the phone
Yeah, I might smile to keep your eyes off of the scars
Through these tracks, I'm Capone
Use these racks for cologne, groupies scratched up the thong
Blew me back off Patrón, booby traps at my home
Movie straps, I'm Stallone (Hey)
No more loans, I declined
I can get y'all combined, talkin' live by the grind
Poppin' trips out Dubai, shoppin' skips out Milan
Uh, murder shit by design
Bourbon cribs, I'll be fine
These words a gift, sight the blinds
Curvin' shit like a dime
Get out, get out
Go, adiós
See you soon, David
Yeah, yeah, we'll have shrimp
Get the fuck out, get the fuck out
See you in fucking hell
Then we'll have barbecue jumbo shrimp, you motherfucker
Get back in the fucking car, David