Soulfood - Currency Lyrics

Yeah, I'm soul food, I'm in the trap we call it Church's Chick
I'm in the back a couple scales , a lot of bags and some biscuits
She ask me why Ghost got a lab coat, told her "mama he a chemist"
He the one I call when I wanna dissect me a pigeon

I'm one of the ones that call the shots, them shooters ask for my permission
I'll "OK" a nigga called Doggy Bone, he'll come and slay a nigga
My cake got layers, nigga, we'll really pop outside
Yo home, Im clutch chrome, we'll really, really hunt you all night long

I'm surfin' drums, I guess this KFC, body slam to work like UFC
I rubber band the currency, I wrap these bands with urgency
My plug just called he say the baby kickin', it's an emergency
I'ma throw a 20 at Big celly when they let him free

I grew up without a bed, now keep my people fed
A hundred blues on your head, tell me how you wanna play it
Say they call and got the go close this curtains end his shit
I'm prayin', he ain't with no hoe, but if he is, she gotta go