Lyrics Family First - Curren$y, T.Y.

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
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