Trenchwerk
XL Eagle made it
Chase, you got one
Aye, aye, aye
Nard & B
Andretti on the coke game, ice cold
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still gettin' more
Now watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
I could roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Andretti on the coke game, ice cold, ice cold
It's 3 AM, she calling to pull up and smoke
She tryna f*ck, I'm playin' it off like I don't know
I rolled four, lit one up when she come through the door
She peepin' everything, chandelier, marble floor
I passed that and told her keep it, I got hella reefer
Ass fat, let me see it, don't be playin' either
Surround sound bumpin' loud, got her workin' out
This ain't a strip club, this my studio house
Lil' mama, I could bring you round if you really down
Bring you to my real crib in a lil' while
I got a boss bitch countin' in there right now
She could show you how, she could put you down
Can't f*ck with them clowns, can't f*ck around
I never said I run the city, but I hold it down
Andretti on the coke game, ice cold
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still gettin' more
Now watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
I could roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Ferraris on the road, I ain't goin' home
Every day twenty cones, whole ounce gone
I don't switch watches, got Rollies different timezones
Got a pound in the fridge, pour champagne on your bitch
My lil' brother got a lake house, he gon' drop a pin
You can bring your friends, just don't bring no f*ckin' men
I got a palace area, I got my money in my ear
Talkin' while I board the Lear, wheels up, we disappear
Andretti on the coke game, ice cold
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still gettin' more
Now watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
She on the phone talking 'bout she tryna f*ck and smoke
She 'bout to ride this motherf*cker with her eyes closed
Eastside
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Curren$y - Eyes Closed Lyrics
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Trenchwerk
XL Eagle made it
Chase, you got one
Aye, aye, aye
Nard & B
Andretti on the coke game, ice cold
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still gettin' more
Now watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
I could roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Andretti on the coke game, ice cold, ice cold
It's 3 AM, she calling to pull up and smoke
She tryna f*ck, I'm playin' it off like I don't know
I rolled four, lit one up when she come through the door
She peepin' everything, chandelier, marble floor
I passed that and told her keep it, I got hella reefer
Ass fat, let me see it, don't be playin' either
Surround sound bumpin' loud, got her workin' out
This ain't a strip club, this my studio house
Lil' mama, I could bring you round if you really down
Bring you to my real crib in a lil' while
I got a boss bitch countin' in there right now
She could show you how, she could put you down
Can't f*ck with them clowns, can't f*ck around
I never said I run the city, but I hold it down
Andretti on the coke game, ice cold
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still gettin' more
Now watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
I could roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Ferraris on the road, I ain't goin' home
Every day twenty cones, whole ounce gone
I don't switch watches, got Rollies different timezones
Got a pound in the fridge, pour champagne on your bitch
My lil' brother got a lake house, he gon' drop a pin
You can bring your friends, just don't bring no f*ckin' men
I got a palace area, I got my money in my ear
Talkin' while I board the Lear, wheels up, we disappear
Andretti on the coke game, ice cold
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still gettin' more
Now watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
She on the phone talking 'bout she tryna f*ck and smoke
She 'bout to ride this motherf*cker with her eyes closed
Eastside
Yeah, yeah, yeah
XL Eagle made it
Chase, you got one
Aye, aye, aye
Nard & B
Andretti on the coke game, ice cold
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still gettin' more
Now watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
I could roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Andretti on the coke game, ice cold, ice cold
It's 3 AM, she calling to pull up and smoke
She tryna f*ck, I'm playin' it off like I don't know
I rolled four, lit one up when she come through the door
She peepin' everything, chandelier, marble floor
I passed that and told her keep it, I got hella reefer
Ass fat, let me see it, don't be playin' either
Surround sound bumpin' loud, got her workin' out
This ain't a strip club, this my studio house
Lil' mama, I could bring you round if you really down
Bring you to my real crib in a lil' while
I got a boss bitch countin' in there right now
She could show you how, she could put you down
Can't f*ck with them clowns, can't f*ck around
I never said I run the city, but I hold it down
Andretti on the coke game, ice cold
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still gettin' more
Now watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
I could roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Ferraris on the road, I ain't goin' home
Every day twenty cones, whole ounce gone
I don't switch watches, got Rollies different timezones
Got a pound in the fridge, pour champagne on your bitch
My lil' brother got a lake house, he gon' drop a pin
You can bring your friends, just don't bring no f*ckin' men
I got a palace area, I got my money in my ear
Talkin' while I board the Lear, wheels up, we disappear
Andretti on the coke game, ice cold
Watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
Too much paper to fold, still gettin' more
Now watch me roll this motherf*cker with my eyes closed
She on the phone talking 'bout she tryna f*ck and smoke
She 'bout to ride this motherf*cker with her eyes closed
Eastside
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Shante Scott Franklin
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Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.