Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Family First, artist - Curren$y.
Date of issue: 24.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Family First |
Family first, get the dough nigga, fuck them hoes |
Family first, get your dough dog, fuck them hoes |
Family first, get your dough dog, fuck them hoes |
Get your scrilla dog, them bitches still gon' be there bro |
Family first, get your dough dog, fuck them hoes |
You get on, yeah them bitches still gon' be there though |
Made a couple million in the sprint of the winter before the pandemic hit us |
Quarantine didn’t make my wallet no slimmer |
Just diversified, I came up with iller styles |
Monetize my pass times, open a shop up in my city |
Niggas can’t stop me, I’m in overtime with it |
Stacking dollar signs stand tall as a NBA center |
Never said I was him |
They told you that when I entered the building |
With a joint lit, sat in my section, had the owners with us |
phone ringing crazy, them promoters keep hittin' 'em |
Most shows the world open prices went up and they sold down for it |
We the third of their run |
I bought some more colder shit when the tour’s done |
Family first, get your dough bro, fuck these hoes |
Family first, you know the code dog, fuck these hoes |
Family first, get your dough bro, fuck these hoes |
When you get on, bet them bitches still gn' be there bro |
Family first, get your dough dog, fuck them hoes |
Family first, get your dough dog, fuck them hoes |
Family first, get your dough dog, fuck them hoes |
Stack your paper, catch up with them bitches later bro |
Big dogs only, my circle’s tight, do you need change son? |
I’m sliding BMWs |
Quarter million three months later, these niggas stay so lame hun |
This here a |
with some |
These nigga, yeah I’m speaking |
twenty in the past |
Old fake ass nigga in my mix, stop tryna count my |
It’s my weight, nigga |
Family first, get your dough dog, fuck these hoes |
Family first, get your dough dog, fuck these hoes |
Family first, get your dough dog, fuck these hoes |
Stack your paper, catch up with them bitches later bro |
Money conversations, moving bags across the nation |
Phone steady ringing, I made 30 from |
Monte Carlo got the ground shaking |
Exotic flower in my breath taste like some Now-A-Laters |
Fam I get the paper |
so we get 'em later, swear my hustle can’t be |
I’m on my grind like a skater, do my shit |
Make 'em mad, I left that bullshit in the past |
I don’t see no niggas fucking with my squad |
Parking lot pimp, motherfuck the club |
I’m the one who put that Monte Carlo on them dubs |
I’m the one who never showed them duck hoes love |
(Run that shit) |
Family first, get your dough dog, fuck these hoes |
Family first, get your dough dog, fuck these hoes |
Family first, get your dough dog, fuck these hoes |
Stack your paper, catch up with them bitches later bro |
Out |