Rule Book lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy)
[Styles P:]
I just wanna live like a Huxtable
Blow a lil' kush, a nigger is gettin' comfortable
It's only my niggas that I'm bumpin' to
Prolly be a nigga in a circle that I dump into
It's big money deals or the lil' ones
If you ain't talkin' no money, niggas'll pull a lil' gun
And leave yo ass dead for a lil' somethin
That's why I always make a killin' somethin
You can save the fuck boy feedback
I be in ya bitch like the weed bag
I'm always askin' where the g's at
100%, authentic, you can believe that
Used to live in the welfare motels
Now I say farewell leavin' the hotels
A nigga live up in the five star
Money go around like the button on a ipod
[Hook:]
Jetlife
Flyin' high with my niggas and you know we live the best life
Block life
Gettin' guap with my niggas, sittin' pretty at the stop lights
Jetlife
Sex drugs and rock and roll until we hit the next life
Block life
Pick a dealer, call the work, I betchu I'm a cop right
[Spitta:]
That paper ain't makin' me no different
Just making my collections a lil bigger
The architecture in my cribs a lil' iller
Than it is where you live, but I ain't downin' you my nigga
I'm just tellin' you to go and get it
Cause when I find it, I ain't hidin' it on no bitch shit
I can't do it for you man, but I can help you hustle if you strugglin'
Jet life, I'm accustomed
To them luxury things
What this rap money brings
Houses with the elevators, cars with the wings
Bitches on the quest for them rings
That allows them to possess, garnishments at yo checks
So I protect my neck
Movin' on to the next
Swingin' in and out of lanes in that grand sport vette
My mind on my cash, my foot is on the gas
Gettin' high, keepin' my profile low as my tires
Ridin'
[Hook x2]
Jekell n Hyde lyrics - Curren$y
[Styles P:]
Monsta Beatz. nigga
Ay
What you know about go getters and JET setters?
Gun holdin' niggas that'll see what the TEC gets us
Pizz-ound, bid-irds nigga, play the cid-urb
You can get rich or die like you deserve
Me? I'm in the sun flyin' nigga, trying to swiz-erve
Money off the work or the nouns or the viz-erbs
If you got fire kush nigga, light the hit-erb
Puff that, pass that
Bitch coming through with an egg in her asscrack
Numbers like NASDAQ
The house and the condo look abstract
Every time I hit a blunt, I get a flashback
I'm that nigga, that nigga am I
Tell your bitch suck a dick, me and Spitta is fly
Said I'd quit selling bricks, but no quitter am I
Yeah, I'm in there, nigga, or I'm out there, nigga
Shot shit, sold work, I got clout there nigga
Yeah
[Curren$y:]
Whole code mafioso
How we come through the door, mafioso flow
Fuckin' bitches counting dough, mafioso
How we roll sittin' low, mafioso flow
Jekell and Hyde
When checks on the line you better know
Jekell and Hyde
When checks on the line you better know
How we flow mafioso, come through the door mafioso flow
When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark
Smokin' good with my bitches on the hood of my car
Plannin' to take it all
How many of them jars you got, dawg?
I need a dispensary on empty street
Niggas don't know if they're fans or they're enemies
All I know for sure is your girl sure diggin' me
Roll whole code mafioso
Roll with my D-Block homies
In the drop Chevy box with the gold D's on it
Riding low, highed up, stuntin' on them hoes
Laughin', countin' dough
Jekell and Hyde, when checks on the line
Dawg, you better know
Them niggas say, "Get off of the set," then you better go
'For you can't leave no mo', at least on your own
Treacherous crescent I roam
Hi, honey, I'm home
On my balcony, with a tray of Beignets, and my bong
Whole code mafioso
How we come through the door, mafioso flow
Fuckin' bitches counting dough, mafioso
How we roll sittin' low, mafioso flow
Jekell and Hyde
When checks on the line you better know
Jekell and Hyde
When checks on the line you better know
How we flow mafioso, come through the door mafioso flow
Lean lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy feat. Fiend)
[Chorus x2: Styles P & Fiend]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
[Styles P:]
I'm on the lean off of ramulin and earwax
Mad high getting stuck on fairfax
Now let me hit you with the clear facts
Got a bunch of sons but I didn't go bareback
Ghost Bars, Dead verses, to get a nigga high is the meds purpose
To bring a nigga down is the feds purpose
Like my insides white, but let me get a red surface
White walls, caddy flow
That boy so G that even ya mom and daddy know
Ghost be getting high on the patio
Hit you with the [?] tho right where you tatted tho
I'm buggin out, nah you buggin out
Them niggas on the lean so they went and pulled the bubbie out
It's a lot of blue shit and it's real bloody out
And it's real pretty but I bet it get real ugly out, yeah
[Chorus: x2]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
[Curren$y:]
Right when fools thought I was all music
Leaned on them flexed green on em and pinky ring on em
Never seen garments, Iceberg knits got Bart Simpson on em
Luxury sedans under car covers interior gravy, softer than butter
I got that from hard work, I got more coming
My fly, My style got your woman
My nigga Corner Boy P keep his cup muddy
I don't drink but I keep it in my fridge for him
Me I'm Champagne pouring
Pedal to the floor in something foreign vertical lifting door
Woke up this morning, and came up with a way
To settle the score on these ol' ho ass niggas
Run up the store, roll up the smoke stand on the throat on these ol' ho ass niggas
I be so mad with em, but I ain't stressing I'm chillin
Living off the land, leaning like a kick stand, yeah
[Chorus: x4]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
Go lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Daz)
The Ghost
Curren$y
Daz (Daz, Daz, Daz)
Get money (Get money)
Money over bitches (Bitches, bitches)
Get money (Get money)
Get money (Get money)
Get money (Get money)
Styles P (Styles P)
[Styles P:]
They say money can buy friendship
I get high and just listen to Jimi Hendrix
I kill you and your henchmen
Shot from your head to your fuckin' appendix
I know it's money over friendship
Brothers over money or everything is senseless
I do it for my niggas sentence
Left me speechless, couldn't say a sentence
Niggas relentless 'cause they rent-less
Still gonna move that weight, like the bench press
Catch me in N-O quarters, yeah, the French shit
That's where the hotel's at, I'm in the ward though
Catch me in the New York streets, I'm like the lord though
Not Christ like
Nigga trife like
I get'chu merc'd on the right night
Where your money at, what the dice like?
[Daz Dillinger:]
Don't you know?
It's money over bitches every time
I'ma get it, I'ma fill it
I'm gonna go, go, go!
Ay, I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' on that bomb ass shit
And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow!
If you ain't 'bout the money you better get it
On your marks, get set, better go, go, go!
And, yo, it's money over bitches every time
And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough
[Curren$y:]
Rolled up
Hopped out
Had something rolled up that I brung from my house
Where the best shit at? That reserve stock
Not for everybody, don't even pass it 'round
My eyes low, motherfucker, I know
Go stand somewhere over there, hoe!
All of that talkin', bitch I'm sparkin'
This OG have a nigga higher than a hawk in here
VIP couch, no, I don't wanna walk no where
Smoke signals, anywhere I went to
Real nigga smoke a whole pound in your venue
5-star restaurant, wreck the whole menu
New shit that my mans just sent through
Tranquilizer dank like the sandman hit you
Unravelin' your whole mental
Spitta make it right like a pencil
[Daz Dillinger:]
Don't you know?
It's money over bitches every time
I'ma get it, I'ma fill it
I'm gonna go, go, go!
Ay, I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' on that bomb ass shit
And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow!
If you ain't 'bout the money you better get it
On your marks, get set, better go, go, go!
And, yo, it's money over bitches every time
And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough
To the finish line
Gettin' this money, nigga, it's like a marathon
Money you protect, nigga, it's where you get buried on
Every day it go down
Nigga, the chopper like a mother fuckin' merry-go-round
Spin you backwards, screamin'
The gat'll flip you around
Stiff your ass on a mattress
Beats when I attack this
Comin' with the spirit that a ghost say
Who them niggas that they lovin' they hatin' they lovin' most
Notorious, explain the history of this
Money makin' is ours for the takin'
Bullseye, no mistaken
Audi like five G's, I'll Flava Flav you
[?] is a fucked up behavior
Savior
Comin' to redeem, shatter your dreams
With a scene of miss reality, scoop you out with the beam
I'll lay you flat out
They says that's what them crazy niggas is all about, no doubt
Don't you know?
It's money over bitches every time
I'ma get it, I'ma fill it
I'm gonna go, go, go!
Ay, I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' on that bomb ass shit
And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow!
If you ain't 'bout the money you better get it
On your marks, get set, better go, go, go!
And, yo, it's money over bitches every time
And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough
Billions lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy feat. Deelow)
[Curren$y:]
Uh billions in the bank account, all I thank about
I get it in there before they take me out
Niggas mumbling, the fuck is they talking bout?
Who had the illest cars in the parking lot?
Bottles popped birds flock tho why not
We the last live niggas left, money power respect
Keys to the jet, Jordan number 5 in my bathing ape sweats
Bulls 91 shoot around shirt, Mitchell and Ness
Bitch says call her cinnamon, I just say, say bitch
And she gettin in that, yes!
Squares get tangled in the game like a net
She will be going in her purse next
Hard on em cause I don't ever let em rest
Either get paid or, outta my way
Bet!
[Deelow:]
Billions and billions
We stackin
Billions and billions [x3]
[Styles P:]
I'm thinking of the billions and shit
Mad high off the weed Daz Dillinger lit
Every crime story I'm the villain in it
Ride around with dirty niggas that-ll deal in the whip
Work in the box
With something that-ll get a nigga murked in the box
And some purp in the box
Yeah you take the bub but you don't burp it alot
Fuck around with dirty niggas that-ll worship the glock
I'm dollar bill green and weed green
I ain't green with envy cause that ain't no g theme
You damn right I'm a G boy!
B boy
D boy
Body for the decoy
Everything I touch gone glow Bruce Leeroy
Creeping through the hood in the coupe like I'm peenoid
Mom cleared bubble like a [?]
Old school nigga throw a key on a ski-sort
[Deelow:]
Billions and billions
We stackin
Billions and billions [x3]
Soundbombin' lyrics - Curren$y
Tell the driver to pull my truck up
Me and this L.A. woman stumblin' out the club fucked up
The Jets my set I so love us
Call home to my bitch, I'll come back after I come up
If you got my back mama dont front
If my racks pop a collar, I'll fly you out in a month
Droppin' tops, bottle's pop
Planes still taxiin', Tarmac mackin'
Strawberry diesel rattin' on itself
From my carryon bag if you'd like to take a smell
Camouflage cargos, tube socks and gray Chucks
High all the time the OGs tell me to stay up
Being real is a pay cut, or so it was
Dipped that chronic light, gray purple L, crystal fuzz
Talkin' out her head, its obvious that Crystal's buzz
Clipped her out the rotation, no more weed for her
Snap out of it, coach you on how to ball
Spitta-time-ginavitch, where the wild things?
Muscle cars and where the marijuana is
To be half as fine as him is an accomplishment
N.O. Shit lyrics - Curren$y
It's not what you know, it's what you can prove
And I can so prove, that I'm better than you
Sweater, neck crew
Fuck your dress code, let the Jets through
Smelling like, medical
See it my way, life from a better view, loser
Living life, not making moves - vegetable
Might as well be dead
Redline in the old school
Classy, call that museum riding
Yeah, fuck you thought
I fell off? Nah, I fell back
Countach, put the doors up
Call the weed man and a couple hoes up
Shooting pool
Thinking 'bout when pops used to bring me to the barber shop
That was cool
Bumping smokey, '84 Grand National rolling
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
Jacked The Caribbean Queen from Billy Ocean
Bring her back before the nigga even notice
Smooth sails
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea
Smooth sails
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
Frosty lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, cut the beat on
The coolest nigga ever just walked in the room
Cut the heat on
Minutes after the car lot, remove factory socks
And put brand new sneaks on
Casper on these fools, Floating
I'm talking about the Caspian Sea, holmes
Casting lines
While penning vicious one's at the same time
Visuals, But you can hear 'em though, Yea
Spit shit you would think unimaginable
Then make it tangible
Travel mo', to it is a grab and go
Hustle hard homeboy, my family know
Rarely seen
They know I'm married to my dream
So in love with that green
That my bitch every day threatens to leave
The only thing that's left for me
Is to suggest that she do as she please
Cause on the nights that it's really cold
I know that money gonna hold me, yea
Razors & Chopsticks lyrics - Curren$y
Put the towel by the door, and cut the shower on
Turn this corner suite into a home
You can smell it
Taught my girl how to French Inhale it
Sip this, Think about the position
Presently, would you rather be with any other niggas?
Alzheimer's when you seen another this fly? You don't remember
Shit... Whoa buddy, temper-temper
You're searching for Red October
Wake me up at the end of December
First quarter crunch, No time to put my feet up
Them suckas thought they locked me out
But fuck that, Spitta got a dude that can key cut
I can't take a L a nigga way too G'd up
Six chicks in karate gees rolling my trees up
Jet Life, the shit that you only dream of
Yeah... yea, uh
And where haven't we been... yet
Fuck boys is wondering if they
Bitches know the planes... Got it
And you can't do a thing... About it
You, know!
Not So Much lyrics - Curren$y
Uh, Dual exhaust Tips
Windows cracked, my sunroof back
This is New Orleans, I'm on my own shit
They fucks wit that, that's love shown back
Lock the door behind ya homie
Roll that up, no skinnies baby all fats, Uh
I can tell you about it, make believe partners
Shade tree bitches, they smell cheap designer
Imposter's, I need distance, Fuck bitches
Living life on the wild angle like ace boogie's bookie
You already know as we though previously discussed it
Eyes low, spirit's high when I greet the public
Broke new ground I flew airplanes above it
Penmanship of a pilot, skywritings
Got that gift ripped, Flew pimpin mony-itis
Perfected my aim, a new improved Leonidas
300 Jets, endangered species
We the last fly niggas left, YES
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
But I do it all for fast cars
Faster women, strong drinks and stronger weed, Yeah
Bout It 2011 lyrics - Curren$y
I represent them jet planes, Young Roddy
Trademark, and Wiz do the same thang
Fly over the city where the hammers bang
Miracle to make it to this age in the physical
And not have fallen victim to violent crime
Living in these wildest times
Your assailant could be a partner of mine
Octogon signs can't stop a nigga when his mind on them digits
Did you figure I could take the day off how?
With tomorrow I'd be better than I am right now
Change clothes, change hoes, change in my ashtray
Pay the toll with a hundred I got the next 99 motherfuckas who coming
If I say that I done it, or doin it presently it's either that or I'm frontin
In Antlanta actings for suckers
Grape weed in the jar call it smuckers
Put it in the grinder while your up shut the blinds for me momma if you bout it
Is you bout it? Well say you bout it bout it
I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it
Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom
Would of told you but I got high and I forgot about it
Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it
Smoke one for C-Murder you are not forgotten
You lookin for spitta you find me where it's cloudy, cloudy
Yeah nigga I'm rollin thru, orange coup, candy suit, chrome shoes
Attention given to spitta your bitch is ignoring you
You a simp homie she ain't like the way you think
She like "poor me some of that" she can't pronounce what I drink
Aspiring models, showing groupie love to them niggas with 20 bottles in the corners of them clubs
And on the real I been so old g, before my time when I was 17
My main girl was 25
Ain't seen nothin like it in your life
Hot spitta space jammin livin flow so on ice, nigga
Is you bout it? Well say you bout it bout it
I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it
Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom
Would of told you but I got high I forgot about it
Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it
The Strangest Life lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Yea dog, you don't think that I should just do it again tho?
[McKenzie Eddie:]
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
[Curren$y:]
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
I wonder if... Me as a kid
Was proud of what I did
Now that I'm grown
10 Minutes from "ON"
And Lightyears from "OFF"
The once lowly employee, has wholly become a boss
Champagne with French names
French connection tees on wirey and sexy frames
Living like a nigga can't feel no pain
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
I wonder if... My parent's give me
Benefit of the doubt
Or do they think its more than it's weed I'm on
Living like a nigga can't feel no pain
Living like a nigga can't... feel
Yeah
Yea, That's it
Fly Out (Part Trois) lyrics - Curren$y
I think it's a chain
Now we can all win
Rather than complain or rather go Halloween
Rather holding close don't fall in, I got to have it
Living in the same city limits
It's a small world everybody in the business
Don't know if stayin welcome, I
15 minutes being quit
What is this? can somebody explain it
It's kind of like
Don't make sense to the ordinary nigga
We maintain
What's the world?
Yeah, suck ers act like
All the good music
Bitches in
But I'm still drippin'
Talking
Love street
Haters only hating cause the fact they love me
Niggas hold budget 'cause I'm hustling
Hold your breath to your death
Tell the
We say
For the machine
Make me sneeze
Hope make it
Before I leave because
Down stairs just chillin'
I don't like my outfit, I need two more minutes
From the magazine 'cause I
Into your bitch name until I search engine
And
Speed em
We keep on tell em babe
After that you give a
And everybody wonder what I've made
I make the dough dance, master of the ceremony
All of your program
So let the show proceed, bring on the suckers MC's
When it's time to feed, so tonight we feed
From my winners street
Is superstar nigga
The dope
So when I campaign guess who wanna vote for me
Finally come up the air
Chillin in the long chair
The girl with the long hair and I ain't even there
Fly out, fly out, fly out, fly out
Pay Attention lyrics - Curren$y
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
14 karat gold bathroom fixtures
Medusa faces on my pillow cases, this is living
Sucker niggas wanna see it ended
Last straw must have been when they heard about that Bentley
Damn dog, I was just chilling
Fools had loot before me, I ain't wanna kill them
Fuck wrong with going to get it?
Y'all got me twisted, I work hard for this shit
I got it, I ain't hiding it, riding 'round got my joint lit
A Vick of that OG in the Louie bag, I'm a boss, bitch
Them suckers ain't like us, they ain't jets, hardly
Not cool partially, they totally off key
You can call me Mr. Mo G's
Cause I stack them up like 10 stories
Applaud these moves I made that got me paid
I know what it is, the lights used to get turned off in my crib
Shook that shit off, destroy, rebuild, I'm a boss
And the Lifers gon' get high to this shit
Count a million in the vault, listen to the Jet laws
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
I peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Handling in that Porsche Carrera like it's fucking stolen
Told the man in the mirror, "You's a fucking cold blooded nigga"
Igloo, my whole crew a bunch of eskimos in here
Flow cold, I can make a polar bear shiver
Haters got the tight face, looking Joan Rivers
They all upset, no seats on the jet
Them hoes ain't walking home wit' ya
They only on you when you on nigga
That's game from a OG, these ain't songs
Nigga this Spitta, no country for quitters
My mind on a million, my hands on the wheel
I'm on the road to the riches
And I'm playing my mirrors
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
#CruiseLife lyrics - Curren$y
Ride 2 miles per hour so everybody
Get a glimpse of the real nigga who inside it
With my cousin G5 we highed up cloudy
Bitches getting stoned just from standing around us
Music turnt up but the smoke way louder
Must be amateur night, these motherfucking kids
Think they fucking with us, they fucking stupid
They talking shit just to hear themselves
But I ain't worrying about 'em
I got a life time subscription of that Car and Driver
California prescription, pounds of exotic
Riding to that old Hypnotize Mind shit
Stay in the flyest stitches, not even tryin bitches
You lying nigga, smoking that middle class grass
You ain't really high is ya
I would a put you down if you wasn't such a clown
But I figured I share it with my team, cause I came in here with 'em
Grab a plate, Thanksgiving
Word to Corner Boy P, I'm lane switchin', Chevy heavy
So is my chain nigga, Spitta Andretti
On a paper mission, Indy 500 driven
Addicted to this winning, this the victory lap
In front the club you wanna get in
I ain't even attending, just maintaining my engine
See I got too many cars
And it be 3 months before I got a chance to get in 'em
Take 'em out for a ride, make sure they doin' fine
Mo' money, mo problems, these problems I don't mind
Standing outside trying pick which one I'mma drive
Let my bitches decide, appreciating my high
What The Fuck lyrics - Curren$y
This thing of ours
Got me driving sports cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside of 5-star hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all wobbly
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how life get, when you pilot with the owners
The ones who set prices
Bringing that green sticky cactus to your cypher
I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners want the finer, things designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma
Put that on my momma, that's gonna look so good on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the saga
Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought they own, we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church homie gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we go colossal
Talking money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all niggas too childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds they playing
What da fuck
We pull V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop never been up here huh?
You can't come through alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes
Take it all in love, you around some grown men
The chosen know when the going get tough
The tough roll up and keep right the fuck going
Champagne pouring every morning, celebration god kept us we made it
He ain't let them haters take us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour after that paper
A tower where I lay up
Lil mama in that Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup
For wherever the day may take us
Skybox suite catered, Clippers versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a lil work a lil playing
I'm saying.....what the fuck
Livin' lyrics - Curren$y
Showroom Testarossa
Leather in here softer than your sofa
Who the livest crew that you know of?
Smelling like a pound when we show up, more getting rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, bring them bottles over
Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the ashtray of the Rover
That's my lil' homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded
I play the cut 'til the nigga either bored or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o'clock in the morning
This thing we've built, got my money stacks on stilts
Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her friends
Saturday night card game, still ain't nothing changed, that's moms
I love to see her having a good time
Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner
Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea it's still glowing
This bitch rubbing on my car seats, she fucking rolling
I do my thing and write about it in the morning
Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living
You niggas know we ride
Nigga, forever high
That is why we never die
Jet living
I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm sitting on keys
Pilot of the motherfucking J-E-T
Now if you wanna join the team, you know you must see me
But a sucker motherfucker's who you cannot be
Big drapes in my crib, hoes getting good sleep
Good rest, get up, go out, do they best
On behalf of the set, bring it back to the G's
I throw some to my bitch and spend the rest on weed
Way more than you need or could ever believe
In your lifetime your square eyes have ever see
Nigga, on point flow, so infrared beam
Choose sides 'fore we ride, nigga no in between
Set some fire to that Raw cone
Calling shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, plotting all in my sleep
Bumping Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my
Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living
You niggas know we ride
Nigga, forever high
That is why we never die
Jet living
Conference Call lyrics - Curren$y (feat. The Jets)
[Curren$y:]
Honey counting 100 stacks with her titties out
Im smoking till this 9 foot window plotting on locking these cities down
Im talking plural more than 1 town I got 1
I need 2 get 3 more now control the whole grid
Gotta make it real somehow
4 mill worth of automobiles in front my house bitches know a nigga
If I say its going down, you can wait right here
For it to fall from the clouds
You have no idea what I been through
Pay the cost to be this, boss nigga you see bitch
So make room nevermind I got walk in closets in my crib twice this size
With all kinds of deadstock jordans locked inside
Real music lasts forever this is how we never die
[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
The hardest niggas spittin' we the trillest crew in it
Jets set mofucka we been at it for a minute
No L'S on the record a few double U's pending
Translation we winnin' nigga!
Dropping cash on whatever fast
I ain't tripping watch me make it back
Spit some bars on a track in return I get some racks
Stacks on stacks on stacks
Polo slacks on slacks on slacks
With the socks and the shirt to match cool cat with my bucket hat
Chill new orleans nigga getting figures bitches fuck with that
Im coolin out in harlem 9-11 where my hustlers at
Laying in the trap, rollin sour at the pack
Posted right in front of 50 with the loud I know you hear me
Hollaback some other time not right now im on my grind
I want whats mine, and that includes what I been do im overdue
To dollar signs, diamond in the rough but fuck it
Still I shine, draped in the finest threads Ralph Lauren designs
[Whizz:]
You see me getting to the money partner
I'm getting closer nigga closer
I'm running up it
The level growing and it's growing like a country crocket
We get that potent dropping
And the people steady copping
We keep it coming and it's coming like it's never stopping
I get the road the roller like construction in the open
I gotta plan a jet across the land and over oceans
I'm seeing money bags up in my vision like I'm loaded
That's just how deep I'm in this shit that money taking over
I think I'm going loony give a fuck I'm staying focused
It's hocus pocus bitch like I've been whipping in the kitchen
I'm on the mission for big banking like the television
It's higher definition up in every bar I mention
Nigga first class you don't see me slipping on my shifting
[Young Roddy::]
I let my nigga smash, I don't save no bitch
But now I'm like, light up and blaze that, yeah
Momma say she want a nigga who stay on his shit
Uh, and if that ain't trill, then what you call that
Them hood hoes swear to God I'm hood rich
They tryin' to count my cash girl fall back
I'm killing them niggas tell em go dig a ditch
And it was all good when it was all bad
Uh, my uncle done 22 flat, by the time he made it home
His little nephew was grown
With intentions to blow the fuck up, and put him on
So I'm steady, writing that ill shit, trying to make my meal ticket
Promethazine keep me tilting 650
When the clock struck 7 I had 7 grams of sticky
Uh, so when I'm in my zone please don't tempt me
I'm close to the edge so don't push me... out
Job lyrics - Curren$y
At this point in my life
I'm looking at it like a hustle
Super Fly's last number
Come out of the game on top, before they pull me under
That's what it's about
Range Rover the winters
In the summer I do the drop with the right shoes on
And the top gone, soft porn
Watch out for 'em, OG
Your old heads'll vouch for 'em
They know me
And the shit that I'm on
Cause I've seen it all
Like I bought the boxed set, whole season dog
Them bitches is running out of tricks pimpin'
Barely catching my attention
I'm dealing with them
But simply for the physical
She falling deep in love
But I'm really not that into you, sorry girl
But at least I kept it trill with you
Evils that this game'll do
Have me concentrating on that pay
And playing you
This hustle is a bitch, so is this ho
They trying to make a player choose
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the script
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the script
Jets up over bitches nigga
Counting my grip
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the script
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the script
Jets up over bitches nigga
Smoke one to this
Sosa had it all figured out
I think that's who they should've made a movie 'bout
Cause pimping had a helicopter at his crib
Just in case his homeboy smelled a snitch
Type of shit had spitta inspired
Type of shit had me all night writing
Type of shit had me out all night driving in my new whip
I been waiting since a little boy to buy this shit
I ain't hiding from no haters so I ride with no tint
Feast your eyes mother fucker
I beep my horn at your woman
She keep her phone in her lap
I call and she coming
And for that, she always coming back
But I'm running to them stacks
I'm trying to put a million in the wall
Couple million in the yard
Couple million in the ceiling
Over where them hoes laying at
So it's staying as
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the script
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the script
Jets up over bitches nigga
Counting my grip
The Jet Business lyrics - Curren$y
Can't beat us join us, keep reefer on us
Jet life
Blow the smoke out in the club corner
Watch the game with the team owners
Yeaaauh...
Ever since you was a baby, I was the flow you looked up to
The mobile over your crib, your playpen, I'm a mogul I can mold you
Into something just say when
Jets ain't fucking around you can tell when
The valet pull 'em toys r uses around
Stashed a few dollars now the boy parking horses
Stashed a few dollars it's affecting how I'm talking
But not what I'm saying
Okay man, scared the opposition: shitless at the weigh in
When we showed up, pouring liquor for 'em, they already knew that they was dead men
Spitta, Mr. Been-done-that, switched the style up, and let my mini-me's run that
My money pile up, laughing at the homegirl, fell asleep counting up
She a boss so she down with us
Keep some bad bitches surrounding her, my homies be pounding 'em
And that's cool cause me and boo do the 1-2 every now and then
But we gotta stay business, focus on grosses, never on these hoeses
Jets up in motion, high rise, hideout looking down on the ocean, balcony back shots
So good baby girl cried her eyes out beautiful moments
Want me to hold her when it's over but I'm already going that's what I told her
She say my heart frozen, but bitch, you knew about the man before you chose him
Big dog, Range-Rovin', roamin'
Mob wives look the other way when daddy bring that dough in
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Loose lips sink ships, pillow talk digs ditches for many niggas
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Jet misses don't tell the Jet business...
... Verde Terrace
Pinifarina lyrics - Curren$y
Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
'Cause it keep getting bit
I had to lay low like they was looking for the kid
All points bulletin, bathing ape hoodies in
My sports car internet star
Killing niggas digitally like they SOCOM
I'm so calm in the mist of the storm
Nonchalant, but I'm very aware what's going on
Fuck mowing the grass for the snakes, I set fire to the lawn
Baked Spitta kill beats, send flowers to the wake
Couple hoes deliver some roses and the cake
What you want, stop the jets fool you must be on
More than one, no shots I'm just making it known
I got a gun, got a walk smoking on, pop
Shit wicked in the city trying to survive, then you should stick with me
Ya'll don't want to be the duck to get stuck, when the situation turns sticky
Do your research, homework, history
Iceberg, denim jackets opened up a fresh package of hanes t-shirts
Wifebeaters, white as my next door neighbors
White as my bottom bitch Mercedes
White as squares on the checkered flag when it's waving
We winning, needless to say it
Throw some away and some to the cleaners
Champagne stain shit, Spitta get lifted like sanctions
Vocabulary gangster, my ink pen has shanked me
Jet life til the
Coffins dropped in the grave, get filled up
But for now, I'm 'a live my life lit up
That coupe got some get up
Foreign supermodel pent up
Inside of it she doing chin ups
I'm riding home boy, you should come get up
Pandemonium, four black SUV's on the road for him
When he landing, pandemonium
Bitches run up, not sure which one he rolling in
Yeah man, pandemonium
Throwback flow, Deloreans petroleum
King Jahphi Joe had his women throw roses on the floor for him
Pandemonium (yeah)
Side betting at the street races
10,000, my wager on that Camaro with the craters
My eyes completely asian, but open the scoping for haters
They hoping I'm off on my basis
Swear this weed so elegant, we should grow the shit in vases
Niggas you scared of, see me in clubs in St. Casius
They in the streets, I'm in the rap game similar risks we both taken
Parking dope boy rides outside my enterprise celebrating
'Cause both of our sides made it
Continuous elevation, I exhibited faith and
Patience, at the same time I went and got mine
I wasn't waiting, it's a thin line might wanna count your paces
Before you cross it, this game a come up and losses
That's trill bawse shit, what you know about it
Pandemonium, feel like when a bad bitch come roll for him
(Yeah)
Hennessy Beach lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dom Kennedy)
[Dom Kennedy:]
My niggas trying hard to get it
We making sure the cars is tinted
I'm making sure the broads is with it
I hit her with the extra large addiction
My niggas trying hard to get it
We making sure the cars is tinted
I'm making sure the broads is with it
I hit her with the extra large addiction
Clicquot, hope you hoes is all legal
I take the most thickest and leave the rest with my people
Guns kill niggas and her pussy is lethal
Raised in West Philly, her favorite team is the Eagles
Got one dog, I think that shit is a beagle
She dress like one of them girls at Fred Segal
Totally! I just make her buy a bunch of clothes for me
Then we go out to eat, I order steak with the rosemary
Before we in the house, I be digging in the hosiery
She goes for me. I put that on the father and the rosary
The older we become, life is just begun
You like how that drink taste?
Mix it with some pre-cum
I hang around millionaires cause I could really be one
If you don't understand that, you are really D-umb
If you know a nigga real as me, I would like to see one
A couple homies locked away, I hope this city free 'em
Goin' to the pros, I'm tired of playing D-1
Can't stay in the same place, life is not a re-run
I broke out, hit it one time, then I choked out
When the plane land, that mean Spitta in here smoked out
Tortoise shell frames on, yeah niggas Loc'd out
Can't wait to bring the '62 with the spokes out
Cause it's all in our reach
I be waiting for you nigga, right here
On Hennessy Beach
[Curren$y:]
Now I never had a glass of Hennessy in my life
I can't lie... but I did have a shot of XO this morning
Shout out for the housewarming gift
They sent that over to the crib
I didn't drive over here, not drinking and driving
Tish brought me... aite
Sand in my Nike Cortez, beach front home
Cause I was stacking and playing the back, all along
Niggas is dead over raps gone over songs
I'm rolling something Herculean
Trees past strong like it gotta be on 'roids, boy
Here's another hit, that Barry Bonds
Spitta know how to treat a woman, sugar
Cut all that real girl shit out, I prove it to ya
Versace Medusa, I get
Highed up to do my work. I'm a roofer
Instead of paying attention you niggas paying
Them bitches. That's why you in that position
Looking up at the jets, waving bye
Straining your eyes cause we satellite high
In 1997, I dreamt about riding around in Porsche 911's
Now I'm plotting, opening a car lot to sell em
My bottom bitch saw it all go down
But she never tell it
Car Talk lyrics - Curren$y
And I'm a Nike Head My car entice the Feds
My bitches Porno-Bred you countin corny bread
I slice a G-loaf can cop a speedboat
Can't sing but they know Spitta holding C-notes
Critics say that he flow only bout weed
They don't know about me They just judging from my Tweet Quotes
Since they don't understand him they figure that it ain't dope
Fuck 'em tho. I'm with my niggas and my bitches
Everywhere we going my older he homie flicking pictures
He tripping cause he just came home locked up all that time
Ain't know that I became a Don
The same way Ace Boogie put Money Mitch back on
Welcomed him with open arms JetLife niggas wishin they was in the fold
They ain't they in the fuckin cold
I'm in the paint dunking on niggas
Expanding my crib my garage getting bigger
Call Rozay tell him "sell a donk to a nigga"
Or point me to expert builder
I want purple ghost flames on the hood and the fenders
Have it covered, trailered, delivered to the cirle of winners
I'm a be in there chillin where I parked my other race cars
Clearing out a space for my newest edition
It's Spitta The master of the Car Talk
No engine
My shit powered by the all-spark
Straight sickening
Smoke Sumthin lyrics - Curren$y
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
But I ain't steppin on the stage until they
Count up all my cash flow
Oh man, then your man's going Twilight Zone
Wantin' to be left alone, again at home, listen to Soulja Slim
I spread that dough out, rolling pin, slice it up
With my closest friends as the grimey globe spins, I'm riding
Trying to keep dirt off my rims and my name
Out'chea stay poppin up at the red carpet
My green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes
Highed up, I like what she working with, that's why we hired her
We put her on the set, tattoo calligraphy love the Jets
Love and respect, we passing you the fuck up
Ain't passing you none of my bud
That's why you standing 'round us bruh!
Are you accounted for?
Who brung you? You don't speak the code bro
Yo slick tongue done hung you
You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through
I'm in the bank line, empire, I build this for us to eat
Inside is the lunch room, outside is looking wild and hungry fool
Shut the door so they don't see us light a joint or two
I stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something
Talking about smoke something
Stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something
Talking about smoke something
Run Dat Shit lyrics - Curren$y
When I'm off in the zone
My niggas telling me run that shit
Shit for high priced SUVs, long nights palm trees
Cuff link sleeves, them niggas ain't these
Extraordinary gentleman, this is the league
Wrinkle free, pimpin, my styles straight like 9:15
Jet Code make Watergate look like a hair-brained scheme
Your hoes wanna be Taken, no Liam Neeson on the scene
Blue waters, white sands, sticky green
Enough niggas talk shit, Jet niggas talk rich
Porches, fortress, horses afford this
Then try step up, y'all got me messed up
Basketball shorts on red carpet, my girl dressed up, and I'm coolin
I'm just at the premier cause my homeboy was in the movie
I would be hoopin on my front yard point guard shit
With my neighbors son OG shit I do cause I truly am one
When I'm off in the zone
My niggas telling me run that shit
And they still trying to build that case
Want me to pay for murdering all these tapes, what can I say
Its still money over bitches, we stick to the script here
Magazine pictures credit every stitch that I wear
Never been one of those caught up in the fab
They say its out of style, I bring that shit back
Designers know it makes sense to chop it and burn hash
And let me skim through their next season sketch pad
I'm never mad, just mad high my guy
From this altitude you wipe a doves tears when they cry
The forefather of the fly
No paternity test your style got my eyes left
And its Jets til the motherfucking next life
So sweet candy stripes on my Vette, if I say it I show it
You think I get it for free how I smoke it
My dude wanted loot but he tossed me a few free O's and shit
All these rappers need is a hook to go and fish
For crappy deals but Im way too real
Mothafuckas kept half assing until
Warner Bros came to the table with the table
Now theres room for my whole set, now my niggas able
Eat 'til we got the itis, bitch we on fire
Marlo on the screen yeah bitch we on the wire
You talking too much bitch go sit up there with the driver
One For Da Wave lyrics - Curren$y
Got my bitch she shot gun
A pizza and a cola
While she play her position in the mirror watching them rollers
And I'm smoking the potent
Driving roasted like it's stolen
On the road to the riches if you wonder where I'm goin
I make a fortune from flowing
It's gonna happen I know it
Fool I told you so
Don't be surprised cause I'm rollin
Few styles been stolen
Don't think that I haven't noticed
But a couple of nuggets ain't much to this fucking grower
I can get you some morer
This audio dope
I got what chu need plus way morer
Underneath the floorboards
I represent no love
Suckas get no love
Homie only know of us, he don’t really know us
Momma have that rolled up before I roll over
Jet life best life
Good mornings wild nights
It's flashing lights
Racing stripes
If her head right
I got no problem booking her flight
Sky Miles lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Curren$y)
We came to take you higher
And higher, and higher, flight
[Curren$y:]
Ninja Turtle marijuana, cut it down
Leonardo's katanas, we in town
Found with hoes around us, dirty rotten scoundrels
Twisting up seedless quarter-pounders
Yacht party, bitch never seen a flounder
She working at the Gap folding jeans on the counter
Niggas lounging, wood panels on the wall
Like the inside of them late 70's houses
Nigga, I'm Mitchell and Ness, vintage flow
OG, no retro, grab a nugget
Pack a bowl, let's Super Tecmo
Chevelle S dough, shut the door bitch, let's go
[Willie the Kid:]
In my new car, going like I'm too far
Money show truly who you are
Whether you a star or a shooting star, they shooting stars
So you want to spar with a southpaw, get your jaw draw
I got a bitch like the black Zsa Zsa Gabor
And she could pull a chick faster than I could pull
In Acapulco, pouring shots of tequila
She bought her friend, I brought Curren$y, he bought the reefer
What up Spitta? We buzzing like a transmitter
These niggas bitter, slipping like a transmission
I'm Brita, spring water with the flow
Break the bank like it's brittle, brush money like bristles
Official, a root canal, bicuspid
I'm on the cusp of these bucks, not a husband
But I'm in love with the money fuck it lusting
Long like the hair of Rumpelstiltskin, I'm Teddy Ruxpin
Hold my grizzly, Willie gets busy
The fly Jet Life insure Met Life, right?
Hot Spitta with me, never a Dull Moment
We came to take you higher
And higher, and higher, flight
Crack BC lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Curren$y:]
Yo, Jet Life. I'm gonna do this fast this Spitta. Y'all know I ain't sell nan crack, no soap. Let me get out Roddy way and let him do his thing. Feel me? I called in a professional. Here's a professional, let me move and get out the way
[Young Roddy & Curren$y:]
They can't tell me nothing 'bout this coke (I'm not trying to)
Nothing 'bout crack, nothing 'bout this weed.(I'm not trying to)
This for my hustling niggas. Niggas on the corner 24-7, I ain't forget you niggas
(I wouldn't try doing this I called in a professional)
Uh, this my tre-first commandments
[Young Roddy:]
I been in this game for years, this shit made me a savage
Word to the momma, my niggas they tote cannons
Rule #1: No serving in front of cameras
Cause that's the quickest way to get you thrown in the slammer
#2: Scared money don't make loot
First car, without a lisence, lil' nigga making moves
And if them jack boys got you nigga bet not move
Cause it'll be another nigga dead on the news
#3: That shit cold blood if you ask me
Only speaking when I'm spoken to, so barely do I speak
From talking out of turn, can get you six feet deep
So you better pay attention, 'fore your ass become dinner
#4: I know we heard this before
But my homie getting high on his own supply
#5: Never hold no cash where you rest
Cause it'll be more than them Jets coming for your neck
#6: That goddamn credit...whatever
You think a crackhead paying you back? Nigga never
#7: I'm at the dice game, like "Bet it"
I win a few grand, spend it with a dope man
#8: Never let no bitch hold your weight
Cause in the hood, some days a nigga safe ain't even safe
#9: I'm tired of coaching niggas how to grind
Better cop a few rocks nigga, break 'em all down
#10: Should've been #1 to me
If you ain't getting pinched, stay the fuck from police
Like the Gingerbread Man, tell 'em "Catch me if you can"
Ain't tryna do no bid, fuck living in the can
But will a nigga like me ever snitch? Hell no
Them goons will wack you in that rain, sleet, hail snow
Follow these rules have mad cash to rake up
Make money easy like a layup, Jets, nigga
High Tunes lyrics - Curren$y
Up getting high round 7 AM
And my girl start bitching about my friends
Because last night, niggas was going the fuck in
I stumbled through the door cloud 9, cloud 10
Yeah that was round 4, say 3 hours ago
Now I'm smoking out the crib, picking out clothes
What I'm most comfortable in
My khaki cargos, monte carlo
When I think of somewhere to go
I scan barcodes trying to see what its hitting for
Slamming my car door too hard you can't ride with me no more
I don't need a chain or a whip to get with these hoes
Word to the homie Wacko, ain't fucking with me natural
Factual, studies show your bitches go, hannibal
Trying to eat a nigga alive, that's what this rap shit do
Them police is after you, niggas getting mad at you
Jet life from this high can't see shit unless that matter to you
You trying to be the boy they wonder what had happened to
I tried to be the man I did more then I plan to do
I did my thing I snatched it before they could hand it to
Earthquake motor the road I'm doing damage to
The paint'll murder, the doors is suicide fool
You may die no lie, and this is very true
I'm online like a dot com
Constructing these bars like I'm building a prison
Locked in though I gotta be out of my mind
Im parked, im sparked, im chillin u can burn with me
But them niggas gotta stay outside
Diamond in the back, sunroof
Counting up a stack in the drive thru
Bass slapping, what the g's ride to
Wonder what this is, it's high tunes
Diamond in the back, sunroof
High fool!
Countin up a stack...when I ride through
Got a fifty sack in my shoe
Music To Ride To lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)
[Curren$y:]
Them other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I (Verde Terrace)
Let me drag two more chairs out here with me
Niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
Dressed like I got somewhere to go
But I'm just smokin' my trees, prolly sweep the patio
Thumb through a few magazines; Complex, Robb Report
Surf the internet, reserve some time at a Dubai resort
I'm on the grind, fool, I ain't a child no mo'
But I play the fuck outta thirsty ho
It ain't a game, it's the planes, brushing off my clothes
But ain't nothing on my back 'cept my wings, pardon me bro
As I make my way to the change, carve my place out in history
Get rich and stay the same, enclave
Palm tree shade, have kid
Happily raised, George Burning through my old age
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
Mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and on your bitches mind
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
[Young Roddy:]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my team, man I put that shit on g's
She love me when I met her, cussin' at me when I leave
Shit, she acting like those bills mad cheap
Girl, it cost to be the boss around this piece, can I breathe?
Cuz all I do is grind, write rhymes and smoke weed
You know, burn down a tree
Tire marks as I burn down the street, take heed
When that money speak ain't life for free, but pretty as can be
From low class to living comfortably
All from being a beast on these beats
Smoking that loud pack as I creep, them plane-haters ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Them lame niggas ain't nothing like me
Trying to get a bite to eat, a plate for free, nigga please
I know cats who been grinding all week. Why sleep when that money on yo street?
I was taught to get cheddar in a hurry
You play checkers and get your ass buried, boy
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
Mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and on your bitches mind
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Same old shit, just a different day
New weed I'm twisting up, I break it down and lift me up, Jet Life
Nigga what? I'm high as fuck in the cut
Just chillin', count this paper up
You know the life of a villain, sport cars and women
Popping them polo collars, partner, all well denims
Over them Guccis no stunt thats how a nigga living, on g's
Bitch please, my paper peeling
Look I'm addicted to this shit and I can't fight the feeling
Still tryna to stack my dollars up from the floor to ceiling
Niggas hating on us, we ain't tripping off your feelings
365, 24/7, we making a killing spittin' the shit that we living
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
Mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and on your bitches mind
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
My Life Is A Movie lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mr. Marcelo)
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping
[Mr Marcelo:]
My life is a movie, so when I be movin'
People be watchin, haters be tuned in
When I be just cruisin', or I be just hangin'
Or chillin' with my homies, out smokin' and drinkin'
Sometimes I be thinkin', what If I wasn't who I am?
Would I still move crowds like I was Rakim?
Homie I get it poppin', like champagne bottles
And I stay fresh like a runway model
Women, I'll holler. Fella's, peace out
Tell them haters, keep my name up out they mouth
Cause I be on ice like beer at a picnic
Run up on brick, and you will get your death wish
I'm from a hell zone, where I'm well known
And I don't keep up with'em homie, I make the jones
I get my hustle on to keep my money right
And I ain't stunt'n on ya homie, I'm just living life
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping
[Curren$y:]
Cinematic, front row action
Go blind looking at him, don't sit so close
All eye's on spitta, switch time zone's homes, on both coast's
Them sucka's don't really know, whoa!
Inform'em, warn'em, that we was 'bout to swarm'em, and bomb'em
Inevitable, I had to blow
Fuck who diddn't want to see it happen, life is a movie documentary, tho no actor's
Way to real, no scripts in here, live
They believe what ever they hear, lie's
Jive ass niggas, I don't need'em in my circle, they way to square
On the road to riches, 22 inches a spare
Sparking like road flare's, hault pimpen, who goes there?
Don't think you can blend in the the Jet Bredren
A symbol of Og, dope 93' Ac, Legend
Too big for one screen, we gon' need to merge at least about 3 ofthose together
Yeah
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping
Ways To Kill Em lyrics - Curren$y
I tell a bitch quick, "I don't need you!"
Let welfare feed you
Why would I buy you a purse when I could buy me a Regal?
Hook the bitch up tough, interior done up
Park it next to my Oldsmo with the European fronts
I'm from New Orleans, I stunt in a blue moon once
Every now and again, but I don't be doing too much
That's how fool's get touched
Riding through all them cuts
Thinking you living cool? Dude, you looking like lunch
To the wild and the young, seem to be born with guns
You need to read the sign if you going where they from
Cough up a lung with my corrupt alumni
Get high and cry with friends now though we survive
And for that, I'll ride 22's
The front stays 8, the back about 11 inches wide
My mind on my money, my eyes on the prize
I'm forever on my hustle and on your bitch's mind
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways
To kill these niggas
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways
Of getting it done
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways
Of killing 'em, nigga
Seersucker pants and my HUF socks
With the leaf prints, Stan Smiths in my drop top
Bitches know that's him before he hopped out
Said she came with a nigga, but he can be swapped out
If I'm trying to rock now
Same cold flow I been havin' got me hot now
Disgruntled rappers dusting off they battle tablets
Taking potshots, I'm just rolling up my pot, takin' shots
Lemon-drop ten women swimmin' on the roof of my building
But I'm not jumpin' in with 'em
Because I'm dressed, I'm chillin'
This cashmere, not scuba gear
My homie Trademark copped this at the Ralph Lauren spring show in last year
I just got around to wearing this now
They say gold worth 1600 an ounce
So with no diamonds, my bracelet worth a townhouse
Hanging my watch out the window
Putting hoes on time-out
Smoke Sumthin (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Lil Wayne)
[DJ Drama (Curren$y):]
Just in case you need something else to roll to
Spitta, Weezy, Dram'
You know we go way back like Tony, Toni, Tone
(Tryna keep dirt off my rims)
Verde Terrace
(These motherfuckers got me fucked up)
(Verde Terrace yeah, yeah)
[Curren$y:]
One for the money, yessir, two for the show
But I ain't steppin on the stage until they count up all my cash flow
Oh man, then your man's going Twilight Zone
Wantin' to be left alone, again at home, listen to Soulja Slim
I spread that dough out, rolling pin, slice it up with my closest friends
As the grimy globe spins, I'm riding, tryna keep dirt off my rims and my name
Out'chea stay poppin up at the red carpet
My green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes
Highed up, I like what she working with, that's why we hired her
We put her on the set, tattoo calligarphy letter "Jets"
Love and respect, we passing you the fuck up
Ain't passing you none of my bud, that's why you standing 'round us bruh!
Are you accounted for? Who brung you?
You don't speak the code bro, your slick tongue done hung you
You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through
I'm in the bank line, empire
I build this for us to eat, inside—this the lunch room
Outside is looking wild and hungry fool
Shut the door so they don't see us; light a joint or two
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Curren$y & Lil Wayne:]
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something
Talking about "Smoke sumthin'" (Smoke sumthin')
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something
Talking about "Smoke sumthin'"
[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, uh-huh
I do just that
Turn the music up, Mike
(Gangsta!)
Let me gon' light me one up for all my trouble
I'm chillin with this bitch who think we make the perfect couple
But she trippin, I'm sippin on some bubbly with no bubbles
It's me, that's who, I put this shit together like puzzles
I'm puzzled: is it me or niggas is lame?
You're coward-hearted, yellow, lemon merengue
I'm about to change my name from "Dwayne" to "Deranged"
To be a billionaire, I got a shot, like Danny Ainge
My gang wear red, your bitch a airhead
But I still break her off like a fucking chair leg
And Tunechi, ya heard me, you don't deserve me
Swag so sick, so, injury reserve me
I'm the god, I should be rapping in a turban
But knowing me, I'll prob'ly ollie up the curb
Then grind down the rail only with my tail
Pause— Haha
[Lil Wayne, {Curren$y & Both}:]
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something (Owww!)
Talking about "Smoke sumthin'" (Young Money)
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, {some bitches was saying something}
{Talking about "Smoke sumthin'"}
[Lil Wayne:]
Bitch, you ain't putting on
Smoke sumthin'
Like Too Short say
"I remember when you couldn't even smoke shit, gotta stay focused"
Perfect Time lyrics - Curren$y
From The City That Care Forgot
From the section where rations had to be airdropped
Was undetected but they know I'm here now
Rapping through my Verizon network you niggas hear me now good
I'm in VA with my big homie twisting backwoods
Usually I don't get down like that
But that's my big dog, I hit a few times out of respect
And now I'm on the jet full of trees watching videos
Laughing at studio gangsters they more Gents then G's
My bitches use your mixtape cover to break they trees on
Bape top of the building, villa, gorilla King Kong
Thrilla Manilla Spitta get his King of the Ring on
Deals back and forth on the table that's label ping-pong
Won't get caught up in it, that sucker shit
Nothing positive would ever come from it
I'll buy this shit entirely from the hip-hop government
And fools know I
Never sell my soul, swear on both eyes
Never change in attempt to gain dollar signs
I just kept it G and waited on the perfect time
Go left if the situation ain't right
Only thing I got if you're asking for advice
The moves I done made in my life was difficult
But if I had two I would do it twice
Buzz increased until it became a bang
Jet planes in the building bitch we do our thang
Lace locks on my Fire Red 5's
Walk in the club with gangsters who amazed to still be alive
Cause they been through it but I took them out it
When I put my heart into this music I got some money out it
From East 34th to JFK by helicopter
I'm in the magazines you're in barbershops reading about me
And I know your girl made you more mad
When she picked you up from work she had that How Fly on full blast
Just another shot from the extended clip of Jet Shit
And another one coming before you even know you're hit
These bitches is becking by the smell of the Jet piff
These niggas is jealous of the love the JETS get
But I ain't stressing, mama roll up the whole zip
And let me smoke away all this industry bullshit
And fools know I
Never sell my soul, swear on both eyes
Never change in attempt to gain dollar signs
I just kept it G and waited on the perfect time
Go left if the situation ain't right
Only thing I got if you're asking for advice
The moves I done made in my life was difficult
But if I had two I would do it twice
Never changed it for nothing
Sports cars, sexy broads and luggage
Better to be somebody for one day
Than a nobody for your whole life
Fuck it
On My Way lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, I don't rap on beats I spit pictures nigga
Spit that real and kill these fictitious niggas
Ya'll don't want any part of Spit Vicious nigga
Simple beats, complex lyrics; I give it to ya
Just as an onion has layers to it
Different phases to my music let me take you through 'em
I ain't a killer but the beat made me do it
Eliminate the fake to see the loot flip
JETs high
We lookin' down on the top
No matter what the time it's four-twenty on my clock
Won't let you niggas disgrace hip-hop on my watch, not hardly
It ain't that type of party fool, I'm sorry
Park up on them, style, how I play these bitches, suffer from smoke inhalation
Got they face all in a jet engine
Tryna get a wiff, no
Smell somethin' I wrote in my notebook and overdose 'cause it's too dope
(And I'm... yeah)
On the way to the next cheque, it's
Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and
It's not a secret I so love my set
But where haven't we been yet?
(And I'm... yeah)
On the way to the next cheque, it's
Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and
It's not a secret I so love my set
And bitches no the planes... (got it)
Exercise for the mind, mixtapin' like a athlete in the gym
Nigga I'm trainin'
My home-girl up in the hotel room waitin'
Didn't get down like that we just started fuckin' lately
Rare shit, so crazy, straight up
Straight jacket action baby, but wait up
I never let it get me down cause my spirit's rasin'
To the point I'm grounded but steady levitatin'
Most niggas was sleep, but they wakin' and bakin'
Finally catchin' up the music the JETS was makin'
Wack niggas gotcha gassed smellin' like a station
My homey once told me everybody ain't gonn' make it
Believe he was taken
Cause truth was at the root of his statement
From the air to the pavement behind paper
From the air to the pavement behind paper
From the air to the pavement behind paper
(And I'm... yeah)
On the way to the next cheque, it's
Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and
It's not a secret I so love my set
But where haven't we been yet?
... Got it
Smoke-N-Maintain (In And Out) lyrics - Curren$y
This is just a small introduction to the jet-set era
Every mornin' I wake up I take a look in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryna' be like me
But I don't mind it to be honest
Just as long as they pay homage
Earned my spot, I one of New Orleans' flyest rhymers
I make a faithful house-wife into a two-timer
Snuck a eighth on the Island in my Bape jacket linin'
Not fired up, we flyin above
Niggas claimin' to get higher than us
They lyin' to ya
In front my bitch crib waitin' for Lil Roddy to pull up
Got a joint to bake but I'm a keep it trill and wait
Cause the homey called and said that he was on his way
Just another day in the life, another minute another mile
On the flight. No, I wouldn't switch it for nothin', dig it?
Yeah I might of said it before
But I'm 'a say it til the mic tell me don't say it no more
(And so...)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
(We rep The Planes)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
(We rep The Planes)
Sleepless In New Orleans lyrics - Curren$y
More bullshit, here we go again
Anonymous tips, and false love from ya friends
Said they saw my car around that one bitch crib again
When will you ever learn? Them hoes is miserable
They know what we be doin'
They know where we be goin'
They wish it was them instead of you I'm diggin' on
With all this trippin' you just gonna make it easy for 'em
I'm just sayin' mama, quit playin' mama
Walk in the house and shorty go the long face
Oh shit, whatcha home girl say?
I guess I was the topic at the beauty shop today
You let them heffers tell it; I'm constantly on dates
And for the most part I'm in the studio droppin' my tapes
I invite you to sessions you don't be wantin' to stay
Til four and five in the mornin'
You worryin' bout me tourin'
And layin' up with these bitches
I wonder if a rapper-relationsship really fitcha
Cause basically
You be takin me
Outta my zone
Tryina test my patience or drive em crazy ringin' my phone
I answer it, you listenin' for background noise
All CSI tryna detect female voice
And that's so uncomfortable
You used to be my down-ass chick what did you turn into
I'm tryna have it all Cliffe and Clair Huxtable
I'm almost to the point where I'm fed up with you
More bullshit, here we go again
Anonymous tips, and false love from ya friends
Said they saw my car around that one bitch crib again
When will you ever learn? Them hoes is miserable
They know what we be doin'
They know where we be goin'
They wish it was them instead of you I'm diggin' on
With all this trippin' you just gonna make it easy for 'em
I'm just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama
Whatchu mean 'what I'm packin' for'?
I'm 'a give you minute, you've been actin' up
Grab me some boxes, a couple Air Maxes and stuff
XBox and games on the passenger seat of my truck
Bring it by my other crib where my little brother live
Clear my head, be back in a couple days
Few different tangled biddies, pretty skinnies in my bed
But they only get my dick, not my heart B
If you ain't the one you the proto-type, word to André
See them as freaks and I see you as my fiancé
I don't ever bring that bullshit round home base
I keep G, gimme that, I mean come one B
And even you said it
No other nigga can hit it like I did it
And no other will ever get a chance to get it
I'm tryna have it all Barack and Michelle
If you ridin' then I'll be back when it ain't hard for me to tell
More bullshit, here we go again
Anonymous tips, and false love from ya friends
Said they saw my car around that one bitch crib again
When will you ever learn? Them hoes is miserable
They know what we be doin'
They know where we be goin'
They wish it was them instead of you I'm diggin' on
With all this trippin' you just gonna make it easy for 'em
I'm just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama
Stay Up lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fly Union)
[Fly Union:]
Shit dun changed, and I'm 'a be the same
Never switchin' lanes, it's why I stay up in the sky
Yeah, it's why I stay up in the sky
Oh, it's why I stay up in the sky
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, I fell asleep on the plane
Woke up to cameras flashin' and people screamin' my name
They seem to think their agendas all hidden but they isn't
I been onto these swindlers for a minute
Bad girls at the party bein' tough and drinkin' Guiness
Though I'm 'a play it straight and sip a couple Shirley Temples
Low-key with a sober mental, at least until I get to my car
I got a joint to spark that's waitin' in my glove-compartment
Got to point to proved personal shit I admit I'm caught in
In the end we'll compare moves and then see who's the smartest
Somewhere between the rich and famous and the starvin' artist
I embody that, so I spit which will relate to all them... yeah, fool
[Fly Union:]
Shit dun changed, and I'm 'a be the same
Never switchin' lanes, it's why I stay up in the sky
Yeah, it's why I stay up in the sky
Oh, it's why I stay up in the sky
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, do it the Jet way
Put it in the air like I just called the past play
Them niggas wasn't there, they're just talkin' hear-say
Them suckers only in the hood on video days
When it's police barricades and video-tapes
Ain't bein' real, they just bein' real fake
I got real-estate, a couple plenty closin' dates, I'm straight
I know them haters was like "Homie gon' fall off, just wait"
Now they can't walk in their bitch crib without seein' my face
Chalk it up to wrokin' hard and constantly talkin' to God
Produce your Jet membership or you cannot come abord
We flyin' over you squares, fuckin' checker boards
[Fly Union:]
Shit dun changed, and I'm 'a be the same
Never switchin' lanes, it's why I stay up in the sky
Yeah, it's why I stay up in the sky
Oh, it's why I stay up in the sky
Tokyo Drift lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
Backrubs & bamboo huts, exotic __cpLocations them niggas ain't us
Bad bitches on motorcycles makin' 'em stand up
One wheelin' it, killin' it, I'm observing the situation & feelin' it
You in this gentleman's club paying for love
Fuck tap-dancing on front street I stay in the cut
Niggas recognize & these fools know
Bitches notice, they see it's the jets and instantly they go to us
Roll one up, right to the window of the tour bus
What? When? Where? Who framed Roger Rabbit?
While you investigatin' that I let Jessica have it
Lacoste hats & tops, alligator soufflé
Maybe next time round the globe but surely not today
I'm JD & Jay on the interstate switchin lanes
Old School Slick Rick, Dana Dane
3rd base Spitta, P-Nice minus the 'caine, insane
Yeah... Nigga... & Where haven't we been yet?
Jet Files, Fool
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