Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Radar Tower, artist - Curren$y. Album song The Marina, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jet Life
Song language: English
Radar Tower |
Now the 100 dollar bills thick as a roll of tissue |
Any kind of action is not a issue |
Them niggas you’ve been movin' with is not official |
Mommy you’ve been fuckin' lames, I could never hit you |
I came through in foreign things when I came to get you |
We got Porsches and McLarens, all that other shit too |
Pourin' in from all the tourin', state to state with my crew |
Stackin' up for rainy days and all the sunny ones too |
Because I like to stunt on 'em baby, that’s somethin' I do |
I’m from New Orleans, I was born to maneuver them coupes |
Imported on 22's, decent fit, coilovers, springs dropped a lil bit |
It look like some movie shit |
Yours truly in the booth, packagin' and wrappin' these bricks |
My style capture a chick |
She was dressed quite ravishin' |
In the parkin' lot at the Radisson |
With garbage bags of cash in the back of the van |
Waitin' on my man, just as planned, tracking the second hand |
I expected him any minute, he pulled up just now to get it |
Meet me at the loft tomorrow mornin' after I done split it |
With my niggas, I put aside a little bit that I’m gon' give you |
And there’s more where that done came from |
Remember if you go where I send ya, make me a million |
I keep you stuntin' on them lesser bitches |
Most hoes get played, boss ladies get paid |
I see something in ya, you on my radar, you a contender |
See we could kick it about them digits, I could never hit you |
Just fleek them lames out their things, momma bring me their loot |
See what it do and I’ma come through |
Them 100 dollar bills brand new and blue |
Rollin' green, woke up in a dream |
Now the 100 dollar bills thick as a roll of tissue |
Any kind of action is not a issue |
Them niggas you’ve been movin' with is not official |
Mommy you’ve been fuckin' lames, I could never hit you |
I came through in foreign things when I came to get you |
We got Porsches and McLarens, all that other shit too |
Pourin' in from all the tourin', state to state with my crew |
Stackin' up for rainy days and all the sunny ones too |