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Currensy - No Wrinkles Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]
Huh (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
The Cullinan roof got the sprinkles
Presidential on my wrist got the twinkles
Fresh hundreds on me, no wrinkles
Them niggas shooters, but they not thinkers
Watch how quick a real team sink 'em
Turkey bag untied, got the whole spot stinking
Certified, she fried, she with a winner this evening
You can tell if she mine, a certain type, I be keeping
Nice crib, nice ride, fly every day, not just thе weekends
That's hard to do, I applaud you
You do what them other broads do, I'm gon' avoid you
Condo in Miami, watchin' Bad Boys II
With a bad bitch who pick up big bags for a walkthrough
Nigga, Cullinan roof got thе sprinkles
That Presidential on my wrist got the twinkles
Fresh hundreds on me, no wrinkles
Them niggas shooters, but they not thinkers
Watch how quick a real team sink 'em
Turkey bag untied, got the whole spot stinking
Certified fried, she with a winner this evening
You can tell if she mine, a certain type, I be keeping
Nice crib, nice ride, fly every day, not just the weekend
That's hard to do, I applaud you
You do what them other broads do, I'm gon' avoid you
Condo in Miami, watchin' Bad Boys II
With a bad bitch who pick up big bags for a walkthrough
My nigga, who is you?
[Verse 2: Fendi P]
Uh, last night, I fell asleep countin' money, I was dreamin' on it
Baddest bitch in the world, still cheated on her
Fly as ever, put this shit on to keep the demons off me
Is you my dog or you just leechin' off me?
This one for the beamer parkers
Can't tell she yours 'cause I can't keep her off me
I ran them streets, you couldn't even cross 'em
I remind these niggas often
This shit different, crew full of bosses
Trim off the fat, just mean we cuttin' loses
Through a scope, just hittin' targets
Through an app is how them cars get started
All in a row, how valet gon' park 'em?
Fuck what it costs, this the type of look get them bitches talking
Hit 'em both, both them bitches stalking
Lil' ho, who cold as me?
Niggas ain't stiff, they say you more than sweet
Like, how you choosin' bitches who be choosin' me?
And, bitch, I'm smooth as Billy Dee
Bitch white as snow, I call her Billie Jean
And every dividend she make, gon' give to me
P

[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches
Smokin' weed it, bitch, don't post me in your—
If you can keep a secret, we can always—
Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round your nigga
That shit there'll have him suspicious
We be hittin' switches down Chef Highway, dipping
Loose lips sink ships and my ship ain't—