T.Y. (Rapper) - Family First lyrics

[Intro] [Chorus: Curren$y] Family first, get the dough ni**a, fu*k them hoes Family first, get your dough dog, fu*k them hoes Family first, get your dough dog, fu*k them hoes Get your scrilla dog, them b*tches still gon' be there bro Family first, get your dough dog, fu*k them hoes You get on, yeah them b*tches still gon' be there though [Verse 1: Curren$y] Made a couple million in the sprint of the winter before the pandemic hit us Quarantine didn't make my wallet no slimmer Just diversified, I came up with iller styles Monetize my pass times, open a [?] shop up in my city ni**as can't stop me, I'm in overtime with it Stacking dollar signs stand tall as a NBA center Never said I was him They told you that when I entered the building With a joint lit, sat in my section, had the owners with us [?] phone ringing crazy, them promoters keep hittin' 'em Most shows the world open prices went up and they sold down for it We [?] the third of their run I bought some more colder sh*t when the tour's done [Chorus: Curren$y] Family first, get your dough bro, fu*k these hoes Family first, you know the code dog, fu*k these hoes Family first, get your dough bro, fu*k these hoes When you get on, bet them b*tches still gn' be there bro Family first, get your dough dog, fu*k them hoes Family first, get your dough dog, fu*k them hoes Family first, get your dough dog, fu*k them hoes Stack your paper, catch up with them b*tches later bro [Verse 2] Big dogs only, my circle's tight, do you need change son? I'm sliding BMWs [?] Quarter million three months later, these ni**as stay so lame hun This here a [?] [?] with some [?] These [?] ni**a, yeah I'm speaking [?] [?] twenty in the past Old fake ass ni**a in my mix, stop tryna count my [?] It's my weight, ni**a [Chorus: Curren$y] Family first, get your dough dog, fu*k these hoes Family first, get your dough dog, fu*k these hoes Family first, get your dough dog, fu*k these hoes Stack your paper, catch up with them b*tches later bro [Verse 3] Money conversations, moving bags across the nation Phone steady ringing, I made 30 from [?] [?] Monte Carlo got the ground shaking Exotic flower in my breath taste like some Now-A-Laters Fam I get the paper [?] [?] so we get 'em later, swear my hustle can't be [?] I'm on my grind like a skater, do my sh*t Make 'em mad, I left that bullsh*t in the past I don't see no ni**as fu*king with my squad Parking lot pimp, motherfu*k the club I'm the one who put that Monte Carlo on them dubs I'm the one who never showed them duck hoes love (Run that sh*t) [Chorus: Curren$y] Family first, get your dough dog, fu*k these hoes Family first, get your dough dog, fu*k these hoes Family first, get your dough dog, fu*k these hoes Stack your paper, catch up with them b*tches later bro Out