CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Cutlass Cathedrals
[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hop out that [?]
East Side
La música de Harry Fraud
Uh, yeah
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old [?]
It was a rental home, I fell in love with the spot
So I bought thirty ninety inch TV's up on the wall
My homie hooked up the surround sound and he hid the chords
Needed surveillance, I could keep an eye on all my cars
I want the Rozay crib, this nigga rich
He got whips in garages organized by colors and shit
I was inspired by this
I went back to the grind for the first time in years
I wrote raps on my flat
Kicked it at my house that night, got crazy high thinkin' 'bout how I can expand mine
Put the team on the same page at the same time
Then split up the [?] from all sides
Crushed them motherfuckin' dudes on mushrooms think they can touch us without repercussions
This work comes with something
[Interlude: Curren$y]
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old [?]
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old [?]
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old [?]
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old [?]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Uh, I [?] the backseat last Saturday
[?] overtime
I prayed to God for it but he made me wait
Had to condition my spirit so that it wouldn't break
Now I'm hella straight, estate behind iron gate
Having my cake and eating it too, saying grace
Thankful for the food [?] on my '62
Sunroof, the fresh interior, my engine tuned
Sundry driving though I slide that bitch on Monday's too
Everyday the same to you once you touch enough loot
[Outro: Curren$y]
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hop out that [?]
East Side
La música de Harry Fraud
Uh, yeah
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old [?]
It was a rental home, I fell in love with the spot
So I bought thirty ninety inch TV's up on the wall
My homie hooked up the surround sound and he hid the chords
Needed surveillance, I could keep an eye on all my cars
I want the Rozay crib, this nigga rich
He got whips in garages organized by colors and shit
I was inspired by this
I went back to the grind for the first time in years
I wrote raps on my flat
Kicked it at my house that night, got crazy high thinkin' 'bout how I can expand mine
Put the team on the same page at the same time
Then split up the [?] from all sides
Crushed them motherfuckin' dudes on mushrooms think they can touch us without repercussions
This work comes with something
[Interlude: Curren$y]
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old [?]
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old [?]
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old [?]
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old [?]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Uh, I [?] the backseat last Saturday
[?] overtime
I prayed to God for it but he made me wait
Had to condition my spirit so that it wouldn't break
Now I'm hella straight, estate behind iron gate
Having my cake and eating it too, saying grace
Thankful for the food [?] on my '62
Sunroof, the fresh interior, my engine tuned
Sundry driving though I slide that bitch on Monday's too
Everyday the same to you once you touch enough loot
[Outro: Curren$y]
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money inside my old [?]
