OG Maco - Currency lyrics

[Hook x2:] Pesos, euros, francs, yen Pesos, euros, francs, yen All about the guap, all about the guap All about the guap, all about the guap I never been a f** n***a, and I'll never take sh** from a f** n***a n***a talking bout he gone take my set, go Madden on him, straight truck a n***a Bout the guap, bout the cash, bout the pounds, bout the bands n***as know I got it, they ain't even got to ask Take a cool thou just to wash my hands Pockets on deck, eyes like a morgue Cop Benzes cause I'm bored, all this designer like I hoard Stay clean like a new ward, got a new Rolex just to flex Timepiece cost a vet, got two b**hes, 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, f** first cla** 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 Staying broke, I have some [?] 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 Niemanns Thousands I have blown [Hook x2:] Pesos, euros, francs, yen Pesos, euros, francs, yen All about the guap, all about the guap All about the guap, all about the guap I never been a f** n***a, and I'll never take sh** from a f** n***a n***a talking bout he gone take my set, go Madden on him, straight truck a n***a Bout the guap, bout the cash, bout the pounds, bout the bands n***as know I got it, they ain't even got to ask Take a cool thou just to wash my hands Plenty of pesos, for yen or the euro, I majored with zeros Get to my destination Hope there's more paper than legislation Money on mind and my hands in my pockets I'm still counting these hundreds suspending this loot Get low and recoup I pray to the lawyers I open my eyes, they brought me 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 d**, [?] 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 it's [?] Trapping one trap for my FO Mac hit the map for the new dough Plotting on the [?] door coupe though Young rich n***a with an old soul No days off, it's your grind state Got to get the guala, guap, cheese Imma eat everything that I see on my plate Sheesh! [Hook x2:] Pesos, euros, francs, yen Pesos, euros, francs, yen All about the guap, all about the guap All about the guap, all about the guap