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Canal Street Confidential


Artist: Curren$y
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 12
Year: 2015

Everywhere Lyrics - Canal Street Confidential - Curren$y

Yeah, smokin', eh, eh 

Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow 

Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow 

(Sucka ass nigga thinking its all 'bout you... You a fool) 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

 

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Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow 

Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow 

She only lovin' on the dollars 

Pull up in the '62 impala, smelling like that California fire 

My girl, my smoke, both exotic, my flow is straight dope narcotics 

I'm watching (?) in the Audi, not my shit but a bad bitch driving 

Eight seven on the I 10, used to be a mule flying in products in from the islands 

Buy a nigga anything he want two 15's in the trunk homeboy I'm stylin' 

Riding by them, fake niggas dont like him 

Real ones get inspired 

By him, cause they know I climbed out the mud and got it 

Cause they know I came out the dirt pileish, hella racks in my pocket 

 

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Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow 

Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow 

She only lovin' on the dollars 

Watch her, Baby girl diggin in yo pockets, when you not watching 

Focused on the cash and not the ass, some my niggas spend, some I stash 

When the summer end the furs attack, Minks is full length I let 'em drag 

Cross the marble floor, I money dance, Ice blocks is piling on my hand 

Watch is like the Vegas strip, I made it bitch 

Underground, so I understand what its like to feel like being slept on for real 

Watching chains face when the money peel, the game is cold woah, stainless steel 

Unforgiven, no kidding, straight business making a killing 

They want you dead because of how you livin' 

Bitches giving you head cause the car you driven 

You stars my nigga, they straving nigga 

It's hard my nigga, let god be with us, we in the trenches stacking riches 

Stand two steps ahead of them gold diggers, I was shown by them older niggas thats why I'm colder than ya 

I'm a high roller nigga, I swear its like I'm frozen in here 

Polar bear chills ballin in wheel, too much dope out here to stand still 

 

(Yeah)x3 

Uhhuhhhhh 

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