Curren$y, Jim Jones - The Beach lyrics
[Curren$y, Jim Jones - The Beach lyrics]
The margin is wide (yeah, yeah)
Y'all better call TY, tell him 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 fuck 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 shit wasn't real
But the consequences really is
Something you could feel
Shit producing tears, wasted years
Wasted game in the ears of a lame
Start applying, instead of crying and whining
About 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 shit 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-bitch saw me, started talking
My current lady walked up on me
Matter of fact, they was sweet on each other
Then we layed up in the crib
On the beach for the summer
(Layed up in the crib on
The beach for the summer)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Still stoned, still on
Said I don't fuck with fake bitches
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 wettin' shit
I'd tell you the whole story but you
Niggas know the rest of it
The back of the 'Bach
They 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 car's
Big like a yacht, bitch
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 nigga that move
That's the first nigga getting shot
They open that shit up for me
Said I was sorry for the Wraith
But not for my Ferrari
Sliding through the lobby all my chains on me
My ex-bitch saw me, started talking
My current lady walked up on me
Matter of fact, they was sweet on each other
Then we layed up in the crib
On the beach for the summer
(Layed up in the crib on
The beach for the summer)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Still stoned, still on
Said I don't fuck with fake bitches
Then and I still don't
Do I know you? (I don't think so)
No? Why are you smiling?
(Why are you smiling?) i don't know
(I know who you are, you're Americano)
Augusto would like to see you immediately
Huh? Augusto would like to see you
Y'all better call TY, tell him 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 fuck 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 shit wasn't real
But the consequences really is
Something you could feel
Shit producing tears, wasted years
Wasted game in the ears of a lame
Start applying, instead of crying and whining
About 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 shit 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-bitch saw me, started talking
My current lady walked up on me
Matter of fact, they was sweet on each other
Then we layed up in the crib
On the beach for the summer
(Layed up in the crib on
The beach for the summer)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Still stoned, still on
Said I don't fuck with fake bitches
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 wettin' shit
I'd tell you the whole story but you
Niggas know the rest of it
The back of the 'Bach
They 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 car's
Big like a yacht, bitch
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 nigga that move
That's the first nigga getting shot
They open that shit up for me
Said I was sorry for the Wraith
But not for my Ferrari
Sliding through the lobby all my chains on me
My ex-bitch saw me, started talking
My current lady walked up on me
Matter of fact, they was sweet on each other
Then we layed up in the crib
On the beach for the summer
(Layed up in the crib on
The beach for the summer)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Still stoned, still on
Said I don't fuck with fake bitches
Then and I still don't
Do I know you? (I don't think so)
No? Why are you smiling?
(Why are you smiling?) i don't know
(I know who you are, you're Americano)
Augusto would like to see you immediately
Huh? Augusto would like to see you