Currency

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[Chorus: OG Heisman] Pesos, euros, francs, yen Pesos, euros, francs, yen All about the guap, all about the guap All about the guap, all about the guap Pesos, euros, francs, yen Pesos, euros, francs, yen All about the guap, all about the guap All about the guap, all about the guap [Bridge: OG Maco] I never been a fuck nigga, and I'll never take shit from a fuck nigga Nigga talking bout he gone take my sack, go Madden on him, straight truck a nigga Bout the guap, bout the cash, bout the pounds, bout the bands Niggas know I got it, they ain't even got to ask Take a cool thou just to wash my hands [Verse 1: OG Heisman] Pockets so dead guys like a morgue Cop Benzes cause I'm bored, all this designer like I hoard Stay clean like a new ward, got a new rollie just to flex Timepiece cost a vet, got two bitches, that's a duet I'm paid, I ball, no Brooklyn Nets All about a check, guap I don't neglect Now I'm on top like an exec, fuck first class fire up this jet School of fly, I am the dean Better cuff your ho, I'll intervene Next thing you know I'm in between Now she running through the team Being broke I've suppressed Tru religion obsessed My hoes go crazy, Ron Artest Like I keep sneezing, truly blessed Racks, not talking cleavage Blunt strong like cologne Constantly in Niemann's Thousands I have blown [Chorus: OG Heisman] Pesos, euros, francs, yen Pesos, euros, francs, yen All about the guap, all about the guap All about the guap, all about the guap Pesos, euros, francs, yen Pesos, euros, francs, yen All about the guap, all about the guap All about the guap, all about the guap [Bridge: OG Maco] I never been a fuck nigga, and I'll never take shit from a fuck nigga Nigga talking bout he gone take my sack, go Madden on him, straight truck a nigga Bout the guap, bout the cash, bout the pounds, bout the bands Niggas know I got it, they ain't even got to ask Take a cool thou just to wash my hands [Verse 2: OG Maco] Plenty of pesos, for yen or the euro, I majored with zeros Get to my destination Holding more paper than legislation Money on mind and my hands in my pockets I'm still counting these hundreds and spending this loot Get low and recoup I pray to the Lord as I open my eyes, the broke we rebuke You can go get it, the ghost in the line for the kitchen is soup On the road to success there's potholes True story, no plot holes Type of money give a chick high hopes Play with drugs, dope dick in a high dose Could've seen 20 through a steel door Never said a word, I kept my mouth closed Keep it moving like a side scroll Trapping one trap for my FO Mac hit the map for the new dough Plotting on the Aventador coupe though Young rich nigga with an old soul No days off, it's a grind state Got to get the guala, guap, cheese I'ma eat everything that I see on my plate Sheesh! [Chorus: OG Heisman] Pesos, euros, francs, yen Pesos, euros, francs, yen All about the guap, all about the guap All about the guap, all about the guap Pesos, euros, francs, yen Pesos, euros, francs, yen All about the guap, all about the guap All about the guap, all about the guap