Speculation - Curren$y

Pulled up like FedEx

Double R headrest

Pulled up like FedEx

Double R headrest

Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set

Got keys to her pad but I didn’t smash yet

More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass is

(Verse 1: Curren$y)

Pulled up like FedEx

Double R headrest

Pulled up like FedEx

Double R headrest

Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set

I got keys to her pad but I haven’t smash yet

More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass feel

Money make her, yea baby girl that’s what your ass is

Selling dreams to them suckers she be making mad chips

She share it with me cuz them simps don’t compare to me

When she get turned on she look at me like she scared of me

Money in the race, pulled up on the homie Killer Mike at the black owned bank

Dropped a hundred thousand dollars in the safe, we been eating on the road

Bitch stacking up to go play, all a nigga know

Living the fast way, weed burning slow

In a Versace ash tray, Gucci butter dishes

Air Max in colorways, that you could never get

If you robbed a factory, I got it right now

You could try it out after me

(Chorus: Curren$y)

Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made

Ounces I’ve weighed

Audio dope keep us paid

Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made

Ounces I’ve weighed

Audio dope keep us paid

Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made

Ounces I’ve weighed

Audio dope keep us paid

Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made

Ounces I’ve weighed

Audio dope keep us paid

Lot of speculation on the

(Verse 2: T.Y.)

Uh, jumped in the game when I boarded the plane

Yea, parked the Wraith just to hop in the Mulsanne

Yea, all these colors in my damn chain

It’ll make yo bitch do some real strange things

Straight to the freaky shit, then I delete the bitch

I get stoned on some real Cheech & Chong shit

I know you liked every song but whats your favorite

We can get loaded while I play that shit

Live in color, me and my niggas like no other

Word to my mother, daddy, uncle and lil brother

We ain’t gon suffer, cuz I’m one grinding motherfucker

Yea, always, nigga we get paid

The cars you see us drive, we whip em like slaves

Day to day, she bring that paper, one of my ways

Fuck bitches get paid

(Verse 3: Fiend)

Roll up when I roll up

Leave the valet a tip plus the roaches

Stoned up in this man but I’m focused

Shades too dark to notice

I represent survivors, soldiers, who had soft white or rocked up Cola

I used to press cash in the sofa

I ain’t even asked her to come over

Money machine Fiend, couldn’t have seen this in my dreams

20s 50s 100s with the bling

All this gold is just a lil something to a king

Bullets to a bulletproof truck is but a thing

Small oversight mix up, led to drop offs and pick ups

Penitentiary chances, to glit up, my wrist up

Ship pills sometimes the answer won’t pick up

But living in gold eyes buck and get the hiccups (?)

You could count my chips up

(Chorus: Curren$y)

Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made

Ounces I’ve weighed

Audio dope keep us paid

Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made

Ounces I’ve weighed

Audio dope keep us paid

Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made

Ounces I’ve weighed

Audio dope keep us paid

Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made

Ounces I’ve weighed

Audio dope keep us paid

Lot of speculation on the