International Currency Lyrics - Singles - Royal Flush

[Chorus 4X: Quazie] 

To executioners, all the murderers, drug dealers, burglars 

Interstate traffickers, gun runners, gat clappers 

[Royal Flush] 

I can't call it cousin, this currency got me buggin 

Streets'll thumpin, the loose rocks for jugglin 

Shorties be smugglin, importin keys for the government 

Other men, choose the street life to comprehend 

Thugs and murderers, inside, power will have you turn against 

Your whole fam, fuckin up money inside the program 

How much could I stand, two shots to third grand 

Ultimate crime plans, this fam blocks for grands 

I'm tryin to make a mill, for real, so chill, let the God build 

Reality, based on this tax free drug salary 

Wit real mentality, bustin straight through galaxy 

My mind rather be, lost as you never heard me 

Flush, your black majesty, another reason of tragedy 

These is never baggin me, Wastlanz forever be 

Drug tech's and felonies, so what the fuck you tellin me? 

Overseas, this currency, I keep it real confident 

[Chorus 4X] 

[Phenom Pacino] 

Fuck felony cases, finger prints, names and faces 

Get rich niggas snitch in places you escape 

I hate, this fate that I was dealt in this game 

That's why I utilize, crime in my mind, to maintain 

Caught the six fifths and coke, plus I jumped out the boat 

Styrofoam the chrome, so the stay float 

When the jiggs come, cock the guns, bustin back though 

Got the calico, to shatter through their teflon and window 

An all out war for stack, the crime king of crack 

It's no stoppin, till my life go black 

When I react, empty a two clips up in his back 

Fuckin up a g pack, trickin money on the hood rat 

Peace to murder stack, keep these drugs format 

Try and a, supreme my team, it be that cat that's phat 

Wastlanz, my fam, the grand's you know 

'cause I'm soon to blow the world, big Phenom Pacino 

[Chorus 4X] 

[Green Eyes] 

Precautionary measure, endeavors to get the treasures 

It's all about steam cream and inferred beams 

It seams, my 'Lanz team'll reign supreme inside this drug thing 

Above thing, our thug sling, my lovin queen 

Got me up in Flush, Queens, buildin like Monopoly 

Yaks, clocks and property, shout to streets 

Choppin keys for prophecy, the street prophecy proceed in the year 3 

Constantly ridin 'cause solidatin enterprisin devise the scheme 

Eyes Green straight from outta Queens 

To seen my shinin gleam, hundred shot magazine 

Blowin out niggas spleens, whoever intervene 

I see my dreams, to do my thing to make them tangible 

My fam is unmanageable, chop ya hands off and hand them to you 

Makin moves, state to state weight sales 

In school, cash rule, my Wastlanz fam stays true 

[Chorus to fade]