Currency lyrics

[Chorus: OG Heisman]
Pesos, euros, francs, yen
Pesos, euros, francs, yen
All about the guap, all about the guap
All about the guap, all about the guap
Pesos, euros, francs, yen
Pesos, euros, francs, yen
All about the guap, all about the guap
All about the guap, all about the guap

[Bridge: OG Maco]
I never been a f*ck n*gga, and I’ll never take sh*t from a f*ck n*gga
n*gga talking bout he gone take my sack, go Madden on him, straight truck a n*gga
Bout the guap, bout the cash, bout the pounds, bout the bands
n*ggas know I got it, they ain’t even got to ask
Take a cool thou just to wash my hands

[Verse 1: OG Heisman]
Pockets so dead guys like a morgue
Cop Benzes cause I’m bored, all this designer like I hoard
Stay clean like a new ward, got a new rollie just to flex
Timepiece cost a vet, got two b*tches, that’s a duet
I’m paid, I ball, no Brooklyn Nets
All about a check, guap I don’t neglect
Now I’m on top like an exec, f*ck first class fire up this jet
School of fly, I am the dean
Better cuff your ho, I’ll intervene
Next thing you know I’m in between
Now she running through the team
Being broke I've suppressed
Tru religion obsessed
My hoes go crazy, Ron Artest
Like I keep sneezing, truly blessed
Racks, not talking cleavage
Blunt strong like cologne
Constantly in Niemann's
Thousands I have blown
[Chorus: OG Heisman]
Pesos, euros, francs, yen
Pesos, euros, francs, yen
All about the guap, all about the guap
All about the guap, all about the guap
Pesos, euros, francs, yen
Pesos, euros, francs, yen
All about the guap, all about the guap
All about the guap, all about the guap

[Bridge: OG Maco]
I never been a f*ck n*gga, and I’ll never take sh*t from a f*ck n*gga
n*gga talking bout he gone take my sack, go Madden on him, straight truck a n*gga
Bout the guap, bout the cash, bout the pounds, bout the bands
n*ggas know I got it, they ain’t even got to ask
Take a cool thou just to wash my hands

[Verse 2: OG Maco]
Plenty of pesos, for yen or the euro, I majored with zeros
Get to my destination
Holding more paper than legislation
Money on mind and my hands in my pockets
I’m still counting these hundreds and spending this loot
Get low and recoup
I pray to the Lord as I open my eyes, the broke we rebuke
You can go get it, the ghost in the line for the kitchen is soup
On the road to success there’s potholes
True story, no plot holes
Type of money give a chick high hopes
Play with drugs, dope di*k in a high dose
Could’ve seen 20 through a steel door
Never said a word, I kept my mouth closed
Keep it moving like a side scroll
Trapping one trap for my FO
Mac hit the map for the new dough
Plotting on the Aventador coupe though
Young rich n*gga with an old soul
No days off, it’s a grind state
Got to get the guala, guap, cheese
I'ma eat everything that I see on my plate
Sheesh!
[Chorus: OG Heisman]
Pesos, euros, francs, yen
Pesos, euros, francs, yen
All about the guap, all about the guap
All about the guap, all about the guap
Pesos, euros, francs, yen
Pesos, euros, francs, yen
All about the guap, all about the guap
All about the guap, all about the guap