Defenseless lyrics - Curren$y
For the homie I just seen
Just seen him for Thanksgiving
Tryna make a mil and not get killed
Cause your life only matters to your immediate family
Lil daddy this shit real they'll flip you
Looking through fear goggles
A successful scholar just a dangerous nigga
You get too close they squeeze the trigger, self defense ya
Take from the world something that was God given
And they keep doing it too
Got me nervous as fuck in the Coupe
Like I got 10 unwrapped birds in my Coupe
And I ain't riding with shit but a soda
Cop still drawing weapons on the pull over
Civilians playing sheriff too
Hunt ya down like it's the thing to do
I only said it cause it's true
Cause it's true
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
It's about the ruler keep your head up
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
Know you dealing with some real shit
Rest in peace to Joe McKnight
The vocal booth is more potent than the voting booth
Smoking one for his whole hood
Y'all stay up
Just seen him for Thanksgiving
Tryna make a mil and not get killed
Cause your life only matters to your immediate family
Lil daddy this shit real they'll flip you
Looking through fear goggles
A successful scholar just a dangerous nigga
You get too close they squeeze the trigger, self defense ya
Take from the world something that was God given
And they keep doing it too
Got me nervous as fuck in the Coupe
Like I got 10 unwrapped birds in my Coupe
And I ain't riding with shit but a soda
Cop still drawing weapons on the pull over
Civilians playing sheriff too
Hunt ya down like it's the thing to do
I only said it cause it's true
Cause it's true
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
It's about the ruler keep your head up
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
Know you dealing with some real shit
Rest in peace to Joe McKnight
The vocal booth is more potent than the voting booth
Smoking one for his whole hood
Y'all stay up
For Nothin lyrics - Curren$y
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run 'em
Rosé popping 'round the club
Baby girl, you know I ain't coming
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run 'em
7 chains on, walking 'round my house I ain't going out
Washed my car left the park driver look like a car lot
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
7 chains on, walking 'round my house I ain't going out
Washed my car left the park driver look like the car lot
Smoked out in the coffee shop
Camaro with targo tops
You know that the motor hot
Hit that bitch with the LSY, can't handle the shit I got
Make sure that your camera was in my watch
The shit I drop is quickly copped
They figure I'm slinging rocks
What they based it on, the money I make from touring
Being away from home
Still I return to the danger zone
Skating on Dayton chrome to show 'em I made it, homes
Jet Life, we the kings of underground
Bump Pimp C when I came down
[?] fuck around, when we come around
On the couch with all my rings on
What you getting in tonight
Not a motherfucking thang, homes
Fuck what you lil hoes talking 'bout
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run 'em
Might pass 'round the club but you know I'm not coming
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get high as fuck for nothin'
I'm high and fuck with nothin'
Crying [?]
I'm a OG I fuck for nothin'
You had to pay her to touch it
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run 'em
Rosé popping 'round the club
Baby girl, you know I ain't coming
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run 'em
7 chains on, walking 'round my house I ain't going out
Washed my car left the park driver look like a car lot
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
7 chains on, walking 'round my house I ain't going out
Washed my car left the park driver look like the car lot
Smoked out in the coffee shop
Camaro with targo tops
You know that the motor hot
Hit that bitch with the LSY, can't handle the shit I got
Make sure that your camera was in my watch
The shit I drop is quickly copped
They figure I'm slinging rocks
What they based it on, the money I make from touring
Being away from home
Still I return to the danger zone
Skating on Dayton chrome to show 'em I made it, homes
Jet Life, we the kings of underground
Bump Pimp C when I came down
[?] fuck around, when we come around
On the couch with all my rings on
What you getting in tonight
Not a motherfucking thang, homes
Fuck what you lil hoes talking 'bout
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run 'em
Might pass 'round the club but you know I'm not coming
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get high as fuck for nothin'
I'm high and fuck with nothin'
Crying [?]
I'm a OG I fuck for nothin'
You had to pay her to touch it
I Can't Go Back lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Juvenile)
[Intro - Curren$y:]
Goddamn right
Man this good here
You think it's happening right now?
You think it's happening right now?
I'm wondering if we should even smoke this one
Cause I don't think my throat can handle it
I might just have to keep this mothafucka myself
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Slid through like bacon grease on my shoes
Coupe brand new
Old hoe sit chickenhead, bitch caught the bird flu
Holiday wreath on my New Year's Wraith
Niggas can't take, so they hate
My dogs say
One of them pussy ass niggas might reach one day
So he wait, in case he gotta blow one of the niggas away
Damn, I'm just tryna stack my cake, man
Why don't you do the same?
Talkin' down on the ones comin' up, oh that's so lame
You should be ashamed, I'm sayin'
Get up, get out, get it
Don't be mad when you see me with it
Ask me how I did it, I'm a real nigga, chop game with you
All about them digital digits
More cash than we could ever stash
Burn it all down like some OG hash, yeah
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
[Verse 2 - Juvenile:]
I bet I get my money right, wrongdoin' every night
Walk through that dark tunnel, it's my time to see the light
And I don't follow protocol, I don't be actin' like I might
Wipe tears from my girl's eyes for the last time
Baby I'm about to blow up like a landmine
They was hidin' the plug from me, now we got the same lines
Smokin' binds from the hills of California
Nothin' like that garbage niggas sell on every corner that you buy from
When I finish stuntin' it's your turn
It's about how much you earn
That should be your number one concern, woadie
And there really ain't no guidelines
You should be writin' your own book
Like me cause I don't rock with these youngsters
I got my own look
Opinions' just like assholes: everybody got 'em
And I hate when niggas make their problems everybody's problems
Nigga tellin' me like I'm a really care about his problems
All I care about is how big is my share for tomorrow
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
Goddamn right
Man this good here
You think it's happening right now?
You think it's happening right now?
I'm wondering if we should even smoke this one
Cause I don't think my throat can handle it
I might just have to keep this mothafucka myself
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Slid through like bacon grease on my shoes
Coupe brand new
Old hoe sit chickenhead, bitch caught the bird flu
Holiday wreath on my New Year's Wraith
Niggas can't take, so they hate
My dogs say
One of them pussy ass niggas might reach one day
So he wait, in case he gotta blow one of the niggas away
Damn, I'm just tryna stack my cake, man
Why don't you do the same?
Talkin' down on the ones comin' up, oh that's so lame
You should be ashamed, I'm sayin'
Get up, get out, get it
Don't be mad when you see me with it
Ask me how I did it, I'm a real nigga, chop game with you
All about them digital digits
More cash than we could ever stash
Burn it all down like some OG hash, yeah
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
[Verse 2 - Juvenile:]
I bet I get my money right, wrongdoin' every night
Walk through that dark tunnel, it's my time to see the light
And I don't follow protocol, I don't be actin' like I might
Wipe tears from my girl's eyes for the last time
Baby I'm about to blow up like a landmine
They was hidin' the plug from me, now we got the same lines
Smokin' binds from the hills of California
Nothin' like that garbage niggas sell on every corner that you buy from
When I finish stuntin' it's your turn
It's about how much you earn
That should be your number one concern, woadie
And there really ain't no guidelines
You should be writin' your own book
Like me cause I don't rock with these youngsters
I got my own look
Opinions' just like assholes: everybody got 'em
And I hate when niggas make their problems everybody's problems
Nigga tellin' me like I'm a really care about his problems
All I care about is how big is my share for tomorrow
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
I Got The Keys (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y
People always askin' me the key
Tell you on they own and not the G
Keys as old as 1963
All the way to 2017
I done drove the shit you never seen
Never sellin', I keep everything
Never trade it, wanna buy another
I just paid for all them motherfuckers
Had to buy another house just to park the cars at
Hard to buy a storage space just so I could stash all them Cadillacs
Trucks and all that, bad bitch been fuckin' all that
Dropped her jaw when she saw that
Big Benz with the curtains drawn back
Big deal, that's what you call that
My dawg called me last night
Said you gotta get on this beat that
That I got the keys, the keys
Cause you really got some keys
Carry a horse, the tops come off
Or I might hop in the business piece
4.6 Range Rover with fog lights, bitch I'm Jay Z
Might give 'em that hot boss style
Bentley all large with the TVs
Bitch, it don't matter to me
Just let me know what you want see
Cause I really got them keys
From slinging' that audio D
96, double S like Master P
And that Cali-o back in the G
I'm doin' this shit for the Gs
Dippin' on Ds like Easy E
Fly and spurt like Pimp C
2 cars, that's like 18
Parkin' lot outside my house
From the sky, it's not hard to spot
I been runnin' too hard to stop
With my switch, I make that 4 drop
Tell you on they own and not the G
Keys as old as 1963
All the way to 2017
I done drove the shit you never seen
Never sellin', I keep everything
Never trade it, wanna buy another
I just paid for all them motherfuckers
Had to buy another house just to park the cars at
Hard to buy a storage space just so I could stash all them Cadillacs
Trucks and all that, bad bitch been fuckin' all that
Dropped her jaw when she saw that
Big Benz with the curtains drawn back
Big deal, that's what you call that
My dawg called me last night
Said you gotta get on this beat that
That I got the keys, the keys
Cause you really got some keys
Carry a horse, the tops come off
Or I might hop in the business piece
4.6 Range Rover with fog lights, bitch I'm Jay Z
Might give 'em that hot boss style
Bentley all large with the TVs
Bitch, it don't matter to me
Just let me know what you want see
Cause I really got them keys
From slinging' that audio D
96, double S like Master P
And that Cali-o back in the G
I'm doin' this shit for the Gs
Dippin' on Ds like Easy E
Fly and spurt like Pimp C
2 cars, that's like 18
Parkin' lot outside my house
From the sky, it's not hard to spot
I been runnin' too hard to stop
With my switch, I make that 4 drop
I Think She Like Me lyrics - Curren$y
The eyes can't hide it, yeah she excited
Live's a lifer in front of her and she down to try it
Passenger seat, she so pretty watchin' me drivin'
Mesmerizin' these bad ones, my past time
And high sidin' on these haters, tell 'em don't try it
Trophy [?] for my weed I wanna smoke Heisman
Andretti OG, your dispensary need them P's
So they callin' me, we got the business out in SD
Now who rap about it and who really got it? Let's see
This the dialogue of pilots homie, this that fly speak
Purple camouflage bases, my fly sneaks high price
Your money short, you can't reach
She want boss conversation only, so you can't speak it
Finna take away your caine, see
This something that you can't be
Round the world sprinklin' capital G-A-M-E
My uncle Slam gave me, now may he rest in peace
May he rest in peace
G's make the world go 'round
Money make your girl go
G's make the world go 'round
Free C-Style
We gon' let that money pile in the meanwhile
It'll go down with my rap touchdown
Shout out to the homie Rozay for wearin' that motherfucking Jet Life chain everywhere he go too
We definitely see it
Live's a lifer in front of her and she down to try it
Passenger seat, she so pretty watchin' me drivin'
Mesmerizin' these bad ones, my past time
And high sidin' on these haters, tell 'em don't try it
Trophy [?] for my weed I wanna smoke Heisman
Andretti OG, your dispensary need them P's
So they callin' me, we got the business out in SD
Now who rap about it and who really got it? Let's see
This the dialogue of pilots homie, this that fly speak
Purple camouflage bases, my fly sneaks high price
Your money short, you can't reach
She want boss conversation only, so you can't speak it
Finna take away your caine, see
This something that you can't be
Round the world sprinklin' capital G-A-M-E
My uncle Slam gave me, now may he rest in peace
May he rest in peace
G's make the world go 'round
Money make your girl go
G's make the world go 'round
Free C-Style
We gon' let that money pile in the meanwhile
It'll go down with my rap touchdown
Shout out to the homie Rozay for wearin' that motherfucking Jet Life chain everywhere he go too
We definitely see it
Situations lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Curren$y:]
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm floatin', I'm killin' 'em
I'm floatin' off weed, [?] you lovin' is me
The price, you don't deal with them
I travel the world, 360 degrees
These hoes get adrenaline
They come to my crib, see all the TVs on the walls and the rooms that I'm livin' in
Why talk to these women friends?
Cause I'm spendin' benjamins
I hope y'all don't break up
Cause if y'all don't make up then I'll be the nigga to get revenge
No I ain't basic
She diggin' my style
Lovin' the way that I'm livin' so wild
Lovin' the way that I'm puttin' it down
Lovin' the way that I'm makin' her smile
Ain't had no really good dick and it's makin' her wild
And I'm the nigga that's with it
I'll start it and finish it
I'm with a broad that be tryna be innocent
I roll a joint she could probably hit it
Y'all will go broke in a matter of minutes
Ain't about the love, it's about the digits
See all this money in front of me
Young nigga gotta get it
[Curren$y:]
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
And I ain't came at a bitch neck yet, nigga
You just nervous, worried, depressed, stressed
I'm laid, stretched out, leg room, first class Taylor Gang jet
Niggas talkin' shit, I'd rather count up
Gossipin' another's shit is so childish
Keep that from 'round us
No squares in the Pentagon
By silent alarm, you have alerted the don
Now war already on
You crawlin' on the floor tryna get to your phone, nigga
It's desert storm, we outside your home, nigga
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
2009 a lot of y'all styles was born, ugh
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm floatin', I'm killin' 'em
I'm floatin' off weed, [?] you lovin' is me
The price, you don't deal with them
I travel the world, 360 degrees
These hoes get adrenaline
They come to my crib, see all the TVs on the walls and the rooms that I'm livin' in
Why talk to these women friends?
Cause I'm spendin' benjamins
I hope y'all don't break up
Cause if y'all don't make up then I'll be the nigga to get revenge
No I ain't basic
She diggin' my style
Lovin' the way that I'm livin' so wild
Lovin' the way that I'm puttin' it down
Lovin' the way that I'm makin' her smile
Ain't had no really good dick and it's makin' her wild
And I'm the nigga that's with it
I'll start it and finish it
I'm with a broad that be tryna be innocent
I roll a joint she could probably hit it
Y'all will go broke in a matter of minutes
Ain't about the love, it's about the digits
See all this money in front of me
Young nigga gotta get it
[Curren$y:]
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
And I ain't came at a bitch neck yet, nigga
You just nervous, worried, depressed, stressed
I'm laid, stretched out, leg room, first class Taylor Gang jet
Niggas talkin' shit, I'd rather count up
Gossipin' another's shit is so childish
Keep that from 'round us
No squares in the Pentagon
By silent alarm, you have alerted the don
Now war already on
You crawlin' on the floor tryna get to your phone, nigga
It's desert storm, we outside your home, nigga
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
2009 a lot of y'all styles was born, ugh
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
Still At It lyrics - Curren$y
Yellow paper, legal pad
Blueprinting these criminal plans
So simple in the right hands
Should it go cool as a fan
Long as we keep it in the fam
Grinding with outsiders will only provide us
Providers with more problems
Cats want see me locked in, boss
Concrete but only palm trees around me
My rolling hand in my shirt
Like let me roll back my sleeves back
Diamond breeze, middle of the night
Sung that bitch to sleep
Woke up next to me
And figured she was still up in them dreams
Dirty money, keep them whips clean
Crooks for the whole team
Lyrics is on a triple beam
Another tape, another key
A frozen eskimo ain't cold as me
Nigga, come to me
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still in traffic, sports cars doing magic
My doors open backwards
My homegirl an actress
Silver screen bad bitch
She brought her homegirls through
We call that batting practice
I'm in the matte black six
100 Benz mashing
In [?] with gases
And bitch, I'm never passing
Music is the crankest
Moving like them paid gift
I put 2 in
You best believe I'm bringing 4
Bad bitch huh
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
You mad they just looking at us
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
You mad they just looking at us
Blueprinting these criminal plans
So simple in the right hands
Should it go cool as a fan
Long as we keep it in the fam
Grinding with outsiders will only provide us
Providers with more problems
Cats want see me locked in, boss
Concrete but only palm trees around me
My rolling hand in my shirt
Like let me roll back my sleeves back
Diamond breeze, middle of the night
Sung that bitch to sleep
Woke up next to me
And figured she was still up in them dreams
Dirty money, keep them whips clean
Crooks for the whole team
Lyrics is on a triple beam
Another tape, another key
A frozen eskimo ain't cold as me
Nigga, come to me
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still in traffic, sports cars doing magic
My doors open backwards
My homegirl an actress
Silver screen bad bitch
She brought her homegirls through
We call that batting practice
I'm in the matte black six
100 Benz mashing
In [?] with gases
And bitch, I'm never passing
Music is the crankest
Moving like them paid gift
I put 2 in
You best believe I'm bringing 4
Bad bitch huh
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
You mad they just looking at us
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
You mad they just looking at us
Uber Driver lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y)
[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa:]
What's the time zone?
I could count this money with my eyes closed
No he didn't, baby I know
Cop another ride off of my iPhone
High off marijuana but I ride low
Crocodile seats, ho don't pocket dial me
Riding down the street, I hit the switch if I'm too drunk
Call an uber for the night, your broad with me
KK in the jar, jugging all through the city
Let your bitch put this bape hoodie on when they get chilly
Then take it off
All this money I make and I'm going stronger
And you fake and I roll a joint and I bake it
Ain't shit a nigga got to say I went to rich from living basic
Work for everything you can't take it
All we know is big money, our bitches rolling our planes with
Apple TV and Netflix hooked up playing our favorites, same shit
[Chorus:]
I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one
Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Bong rips, double SSs
Oh yes it's the OG, bitch you guessed it, no question
Smith and Wesson flip, lyrical weapons finnesin'
That's how we bring them checks in
Balcony sexing, then it's on to the next one
Her best friend, rolling more blessings
Got doobies in my Louie for protection
But you still smell them
I'm too gone off this Veuve to maneuver, I might have to call a uber
Get me through the, traffic, a lighter and a cool ass driver
So we got action, I'm not about to pass it
I got barriers, pick one out this batch and you can have it
I run off, fuck this meeting for an hour or so
Talking million dollars you know
[Chorus:]
I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one
Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved
What's the time zone?
I could count this money with my eyes closed
No he didn't, baby I know
Cop another ride off of my iPhone
High off marijuana but I ride low
Crocodile seats, ho don't pocket dial me
Riding down the street, I hit the switch if I'm too drunk
Call an uber for the night, your broad with me
KK in the jar, jugging all through the city
Let your bitch put this bape hoodie on when they get chilly
Then take it off
All this money I make and I'm going stronger
And you fake and I roll a joint and I bake it
Ain't shit a nigga got to say I went to rich from living basic
Work for everything you can't take it
All we know is big money, our bitches rolling our planes with
Apple TV and Netflix hooked up playing our favorites, same shit
[Chorus:]
I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one
Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Bong rips, double SSs
Oh yes it's the OG, bitch you guessed it, no question
Smith and Wesson flip, lyrical weapons finnesin'
That's how we bring them checks in
Balcony sexing, then it's on to the next one
Her best friend, rolling more blessings
Got doobies in my Louie for protection
But you still smell them
I'm too gone off this Veuve to maneuver, I might have to call a uber
Get me through the, traffic, a lighter and a cool ass driver
So we got action, I'm not about to pass it
I got barriers, pick one out this batch and you can have it
I run off, fuck this meeting for an hour or so
Talking million dollars you know
[Chorus:]
I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one
Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved
Weed Nap lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y & SayItAintTone)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
It's nothin' fresher, they under pressure
Take your bitch and undress her
Go 'head and kill yourself
Fuck niggas, they'll be one less
More weed, less stress
Make a grocery store runs, in some old bathing ape sweats.
Separate the bookies from vets
Out in the Bay, where they blowing cookies
Shout to Mr. Fabs
The revolution will be televised and I'll be hella high
The same jealous niggas will be jealous
Clip they wings, smash their propellers
Can't add to it, can't take from us
She at my spot fixing plates
That's why I fucks with her
I got a crib in every state
Tommy Buns living nigga get cake
Fuck is wrong with your posture little nigga? sit straight
No other choice, but to keep it real
These niggas soo fake
You can still smear the paint, ew
[Sayitaintone:]
I got your bitch on my arm
Got the team on my back
Got the world on my lap
Got that P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the same nigga
Shit ain't changed still wake and bake
Still got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller
[Curren$y:]
Mission never changed, stay all after the same
Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the game
From the 4, the big dog came rollin' joints with his paws, wearing pinky rings
Since he swang through things ain't been the same
Kinda close though, copping cats on my coats, yo
Can't duplicate the dope flow though they're tried
That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people high
It's that strobe light, that 1975, Cadillac dash
Baby girl doing soul train lines
Never hate it, though I flow out my mind
Pockets breaded like they finna be deep fried
Out his head, dis a 100 times
Suckas still sleep on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be
Probably dead dead in that bed, let 'em rest in peace
Smoke another P, kill some more beats
[Sayitaintone:]
I got your bitch on my arm
Got the team on my back
Got the world on my lap
Got that P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the same nigga
Shit ain't changed still wake and bake
Still got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller
It's nothin' fresher, they under pressure
Take your bitch and undress her
Go 'head and kill yourself
Fuck niggas, they'll be one less
More weed, less stress
Make a grocery store runs, in some old bathing ape sweats.
Separate the bookies from vets
Out in the Bay, where they blowing cookies
Shout to Mr. Fabs
The revolution will be televised and I'll be hella high
The same jealous niggas will be jealous
Clip they wings, smash their propellers
Can't add to it, can't take from us
She at my spot fixing plates
That's why I fucks with her
I got a crib in every state
Tommy Buns living nigga get cake
Fuck is wrong with your posture little nigga? sit straight
No other choice, but to keep it real
These niggas soo fake
You can still smear the paint, ew
[Sayitaintone:]
I got your bitch on my arm
Got the team on my back
Got the world on my lap
Got that P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the same nigga
Shit ain't changed still wake and bake
Still got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller
[Curren$y:]
Mission never changed, stay all after the same
Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the game
From the 4, the big dog came rollin' joints with his paws, wearing pinky rings
Since he swang through things ain't been the same
Kinda close though, copping cats on my coats, yo
Can't duplicate the dope flow though they're tried
That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people high
It's that strobe light, that 1975, Cadillac dash
Baby girl doing soul train lines
Never hate it, though I flow out my mind
Pockets breaded like they finna be deep fried
Out his head, dis a 100 times
Suckas still sleep on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be
Probably dead dead in that bed, let 'em rest in peace
Smoke another P, kill some more beats
[Sayitaintone:]
I got your bitch on my arm
Got the team on my back
Got the world on my lap
Got that P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the same nigga
Shit ain't changed still wake and bake
Still got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller
You In Mind lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Curbs on the beat
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
I might park my car in front this bitch
Just to floss with my new shit
Haters gon slit your wrist
Live niggas really rich
Uh, Me and my nigga buying houses
When we used to go in half on ounces
Now we balling you don't hear those spaldings bouncing?
Globetrotting go young thuggish niggas got it
I been watching from my island they don't think I see em'
They copying our style then they tryna be us
While we rolling up that reefer chilling in arena
OG only and my vegetable steamers
You could soak your style in bleach, still won't come out cleaner
They was sleeping on us, we was lamborghinin dreaming'
We turned it into real shit
Couple high ass niggas stacking millions
(Ayo)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Playing Pokemon Go me and your ho
I'm catching something rare while she get something rolled
You know the code, always go for the gold
We came in and broke the mold
Could make a million with my eyes closed
I ride slow cause you never know
Police is out here bro, I check my traps then I change clothes
Catch me anywhere my plane goes
And always rep for the jets and taylor gang we who the game chose
I'm a make sure that I got one rolled, but you gotta make sure that you got one for me
Baby girl it's all good you ain't gotta smoke
Just know you with a real nigga riding' with a G
And you can say you ain't high but you bout to be
Start off my day getting' dollars stay reppin' my gang I know that they proud of me
Hop in my ride and we'll run and get high
So much bank you'd think I'm the lottery
They said they don't [?] me
I'm taking your bitch that's a definite, no ain't a probably
Young Khalifa man
[Curren$y:]
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
It is was it is man never been what it ain't
More like the principle of the shit now not a teacher
I make the rules hoe
Gang shit, Plane shit
Ain't nothing like that lame shit
Yeah
Curbs on the beat
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
I might park my car in front this bitch
Just to floss with my new shit
Haters gon slit your wrist
Live niggas really rich
Uh, Me and my nigga buying houses
When we used to go in half on ounces
Now we balling you don't hear those spaldings bouncing?
Globetrotting go young thuggish niggas got it
I been watching from my island they don't think I see em'
They copying our style then they tryna be us
While we rolling up that reefer chilling in arena
OG only and my vegetable steamers
You could soak your style in bleach, still won't come out cleaner
They was sleeping on us, we was lamborghinin dreaming'
We turned it into real shit
Couple high ass niggas stacking millions
(Ayo)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Playing Pokemon Go me and your ho
I'm catching something rare while she get something rolled
You know the code, always go for the gold
We came in and broke the mold
Could make a million with my eyes closed
I ride slow cause you never know
Police is out here bro, I check my traps then I change clothes
Catch me anywhere my plane goes
And always rep for the jets and taylor gang we who the game chose
I'm a make sure that I got one rolled, but you gotta make sure that you got one for me
Baby girl it's all good you ain't gotta smoke
Just know you with a real nigga riding' with a G
And you can say you ain't high but you bout to be
Start off my day getting' dollars stay reppin' my gang I know that they proud of me
Hop in my ride and we'll run and get high
So much bank you'd think I'm the lottery
They said they don't [?] me
I'm taking your bitch that's a definite, no ain't a probably
Young Khalifa man
[Curren$y:]
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
It is was it is man never been what it ain't
More like the principle of the shit now not a teacher
I make the rules hoe
Gang shit, Plane shit
Ain't nothing like that lame shit
MOB lyrics - Curren$y (feat. G Perico)
[Curren$y:]
Took off in that car like
Like I took off in broadlight
Smoked out last night under East New Orleans streetlights, grab my bitch tight
Hittin' my switch, my shit, dip to the left side
Yup, yup beats from the dawg Polyest, keep me talking fresh
Walking the flyest steps
Smokin' the best
You catchin' contact high, I ain't even rolled it up, yet
You rollin' with the Jets, mama that's a chosen set
There's more dough to get, won't settle for that
I want better than that
No matter where you get, there's always a level higher than that
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
One foot in, one foot out the game
Conversation, piece my new chain
She been asked me about it all day on the plane
Switched subjects after we had a few drinks
She didn't play games, so plans were arranged
As we exited the jet, numbers were exchanged
I think that's what you call a chain reaction
I think that's what you call a plain attraction
Rooftop smashin'
She makes pancakes in the mornin', the syrup was low-carb
Breakfast smoke sessions and I'm dashin'
They wanna have 'em but they never catch 'em
They gettin' mad when I'm gettin' laugh at them
End up smashin' again, I'm what's happenin'
Might just tag they friends
Bring them all in, we can do it all again, niggas stay ballin'
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
[G Perico:]
Money over bitches that's the mind
Don't need a cup I drink mine out the bottle
Hennessey friend, don't bring new hoes where I live
Your mattrees on the floor, bitch my house in the hills
I don't buy pussy, I game up and I fly pussy
Cross the country, bring me back that money
As you probably never get it
Never make it past King Henry
Yeah, you kinda cute but your hustle isn't
Right now I'm just fillin' up jewelry boxes
Pink slips and my 6'4 is in the safe deposit
Versace flip flops when I'm in these hoes open
If I can't get paid, she get the cold shoulder
When I see my bitches it's like a ATM visit
Leave them attitudes behind, we just want them riches
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get paid and stay fly
[Curren$y:]
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
Took off in that car like
Like I took off in broadlight
Smoked out last night under East New Orleans streetlights, grab my bitch tight
Hittin' my switch, my shit, dip to the left side
Yup, yup beats from the dawg Polyest, keep me talking fresh
Walking the flyest steps
Smokin' the best
You catchin' contact high, I ain't even rolled it up, yet
You rollin' with the Jets, mama that's a chosen set
There's more dough to get, won't settle for that
I want better than that
No matter where you get, there's always a level higher than that
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
One foot in, one foot out the game
Conversation, piece my new chain
She been asked me about it all day on the plane
Switched subjects after we had a few drinks
She didn't play games, so plans were arranged
As we exited the jet, numbers were exchanged
I think that's what you call a chain reaction
I think that's what you call a plain attraction
Rooftop smashin'
She makes pancakes in the mornin', the syrup was low-carb
Breakfast smoke sessions and I'm dashin'
They wanna have 'em but they never catch 'em
They gettin' mad when I'm gettin' laugh at them
End up smashin' again, I'm what's happenin'
Might just tag they friends
Bring them all in, we can do it all again, niggas stay ballin'
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
[G Perico:]
Money over bitches that's the mind
Don't need a cup I drink mine out the bottle
Hennessey friend, don't bring new hoes where I live
Your mattrees on the floor, bitch my house in the hills
I don't buy pussy, I game up and I fly pussy
Cross the country, bring me back that money
As you probably never get it
Never make it past King Henry
Yeah, you kinda cute but your hustle isn't
Right now I'm just fillin' up jewelry boxes
Pink slips and my 6'4 is in the safe deposit
Versace flip flops when I'm in these hoes open
If I can't get paid, she get the cold shoulder
When I see my bitches it's like a ATM visit
Leave them attitudes behind, we just want them riches
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get paid and stay fly
[Curren$y:]
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
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