$ Migraine

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Game-winning shot Ain't even stay to see the body drop Get them pots, bubbling this hustling Bitch, you ain't here for nothing Observe how I run shop If they ever snatch me, inform my brother, he'll come after me Underestimated like expansion teams 'Til I flex them championship fingers The aroma of doja lingers Door closed and towels by the floor but it's still stinking If it ain't loud as neon colors, you don't need to bring it Life in the fast lane, blinking just as bad as sleeping Creeps is always creeping I peeped your scheme while steaming Business settled this evening under tropical breezes I work hella hard so I can take it easy, nigga [Hook x2: Curren$y] I got a dollar sign migraine Money on my motherfucking mind, mane Dollar sign migraine Trying to put some dope off in the game [Verse 2: Le$] Old beemer on them gold wheels Looking like Ace Seen ya eyes when I ride by Looking like hate The way them hoes be talking about me You'd swear to God I was rich Took the tint off that motherfucker Hope you notice yo bitch Living life on that next shit Still fucking my ex chicks Just walking up in the game They showing y'all to the exit Just give the game I was blessed with Getting blown on that Sweet Jones Underground but we been kings, knocking y'all up that railroad Seen it all like I'm Rothstein, never loving no Ginger Niggas be on that nigga shit, things you gotta remember Riding fast so we trying to get it Fuck dreaming 'bout getting paid Matching Chevys in ten months Nah, nigga, in ten days [Hook x2: Curren$y]