"Farmer's Market" lyrics
Berner & Curren$y Lyrics
[Berner:]
The Farmer's Market
Yeah, off the vine
They burn right here every time, The Farmer's Market
Cats got the game fucked up
Spray bags, fake turfs
Comin' to the farmer's market
Everyone is freaking out, cats going broke quick
Five homes, six whips, I own them, I don't hold shit
They still slap my old shit, tryna tell them I was timeless
Hella VVS diamonds, I need them UK prices
If you want work, we got small batch, and the ash white
Safe full of gold, was a pharo in my past life
Let them keep preaching, but they don't get close
If we go to war, hit them where the shit hurt most
P.I.'s and P.J.'s, islands for the B-days
Mafia gifts, half a million in the briefcase
Gold watches from the boxes on the native land
They make their own laws, we working on the major plans
Tell them drivers hurry up, I need the mountain, N.Y
This new shit got the whole rezz high
Legend like the God from Bed-Stuy
When it come to the pack, best work in town, that's why they keep running it back
All real work, we don't spray bags
This J tastes like straight hash
At the farmer's market
The farmer's market
I only want heat, we don't take trash
Open all week, only take cash
At the farmer's market
The farmer's market
[Curren$y:]
Everybody fading out, that impostor cologne
Weed will not be sold to me, we grow our own tree
I'm not home, I'm crossed seas, I left all three phones at home
I'm speakin' through the morris code
I'm at the dock for the offload, but I observe from a porch
I'm sitting hella far though, yeah, I saw y'all, but y'all ain't see me
Put Jet Life on the wall, like the TV
Lost in the fog, oh, I'm truly a boss
Rest in peace the Young Hogg, oh, I got forty cars
But them lowriders got my heart, though I'm from New Orleans
I'm still alive, 'cause I'm smart, tust me, that shit hard
And I became a star, credit that to my mom's
Stay rolling up that bomb, got a Rolex on my arm
Diamonds in my charm, made a million on the farm
Y'all know what going on, so don't be alarmed
Asking me what's wrong, just dress warm
Snow white Rolls Royce Dawn
[Berner:]
All real work, we don't spray bags
This J tastes like straight hash
At the farmer's market
The farmer's market
I only want heat, we don't take trash
Open all week, only take cash
At the farmer's market
The farmer's market
The Farmer's Market
Yeah, off the vine
They burn right here every time, The Farmer's Market
Cats got the game fucked up
Spray bags, fake turfs
Comin' to the farmer's market
Everyone is freaking out, cats going broke quick
Five homes, six whips, I own them, I don't hold shit
They still slap my old shit, tryna tell them I was timeless
Hella VVS diamonds, I need them UK prices
If you want work, we got small batch, and the ash white
Safe full of gold, was a pharo in my past life
Let them keep preaching, but they don't get close
If we go to war, hit them where the shit hurt most
P.I.'s and P.J.'s, islands for the B-days
Mafia gifts, half a million in the briefcase
Gold watches from the boxes on the native land
They make their own laws, we working on the major plans
Tell them drivers hurry up, I need the mountain, N.Y
This new shit got the whole rezz high
Legend like the God from Bed-Stuy
When it come to the pack, best work in town, that's why they keep running it back
All real work, we don't spray bags
This J tastes like straight hash
At the farmer's market
The farmer's market
I only want heat, we don't take trash
Open all week, only take cash
At the farmer's market
The farmer's market
[Curren$y:]
Everybody fading out, that impostor cologne
Weed will not be sold to me, we grow our own tree
I'm not home, I'm crossed seas, I left all three phones at home
I'm speakin' through the morris code
I'm at the dock for the offload, but I observe from a porch
I'm sitting hella far though, yeah, I saw y'all, but y'all ain't see me
Put Jet Life on the wall, like the TV
Lost in the fog, oh, I'm truly a boss
Rest in peace the Young Hogg, oh, I got forty cars
But them lowriders got my heart, though I'm from New Orleans
I'm still alive, 'cause I'm smart, tust me, that shit hard
And I became a star, credit that to my mom's
Stay rolling up that bomb, got a Rolex on my arm
Diamonds in my charm, made a million on the farm
Y'all know what going on, so don't be alarmed
Asking me what's wrong, just dress warm
Snow white Rolls Royce Dawn
[Berner:]
All real work, we don't spray bags
This J tastes like straight hash
At the farmer's market
The farmer's market
I only want heat, we don't take trash
Open all week, only take cash
At the farmer's market
The farmer's market
