Bank Statement lyrics - Spitta Andretti
Yeah
In these times it's more gimmicks than lyrics
Yeah
In these times it's more gimmicks than lyrics
But I stay trill, knowing it might fall on deaf ears for real
Instagram shenanigans, gang precedent over skill
Anything to get you shine in these dark years
I've been reppin' Jet Life in the killin' fields
Some of us probably never make it out of here
Some of us don't really give a fuck, they, just givin' up
They not livin' they just alive, waitin' to die
Not I, no never, I want better than have-nots
Not for long 'cause we go-getters
And we gon' keep on gettin' until they catch us
Though we never slip I guess we gon' reign forever
We some motherfucker money makin' underground legends
Standin' on the furniture
Fuck these VIP sections, depositing the checks
Countin' up my blessings, plottin' on the next move
Sure as Raekwon, cheffin' 'em
And I'm praying for the best direction of my crew progression
For T.Y. to never switch up, that's all I tell him
For Corner Boy to know this shit could blow up in a second
It's lookin' like we sellin' dope though we slayin' records
With little to no radio presence
Could still flex on 'em with that mainstream leverage
Show 'em my bank statement, you know your life been threatened Nigga
Life
In these times it's more gimmicks than lyrics
Yeah
In these times it's more gimmicks than lyrics
But I stay trill, knowing it might fall on deaf ears for real
Instagram shenanigans, gang precedent over skill
Anything to get you shine in these dark years
I've been reppin' Jet Life in the killin' fields
Some of us probably never make it out of here
Some of us don't really give a fuck, they, just givin' up
They not livin' they just alive, waitin' to die
Not I, no never, I want better than have-nots
Not for long 'cause we go-getters
And we gon' keep on gettin' until they catch us
Though we never slip I guess we gon' reign forever
We some motherfucker money makin' underground legends
Standin' on the furniture
Fuck these VIP sections, depositing the checks
Countin' up my blessings, plottin' on the next move
Sure as Raekwon, cheffin' 'em
And I'm praying for the best direction of my crew progression
For T.Y. to never switch up, that's all I tell him
For Corner Boy to know this shit could blow up in a second
It's lookin' like we sellin' dope though we slayin' records
With little to no radio presence
Could still flex on 'em with that mainstream leverage
Show 'em my bank statement, you know your life been threatened Nigga
Life
YeHi lyrics - Spitta Andretti
Like yay high
Tryna stack this paper like yay high
Yeah
Put these blocks together like
Put these blocks together like Lego's
You could get laid down if we say so
Weigh the value of your life up against a peso
Bundle up boy this world stay cold
Give a fuck you'll get crushed before the day closed
Crash course on how the game go
Living by the same code, guidelines
Wise guys abide by back in '84
Open up the market, started slamming them Mercedes doors
Shit I been through made me dope
This shit I been through made me cold
Shit I been through, you pussy, that shit woulda made you fold
Lost my first homie when I was 12 years old
Taught me to trust not a soul
Closest ones to ya will do ya, get up under ya
Try to take things from ya, steal your thunder
But I strike like lightning
Any battle that I fight it's always the right one
Swinging my sword for the ones coming up that's really writing
Not that garbage robot recitings, that's trifling
Send it off to the wayside, tryna stack that paper up yay high
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
I'm tryna stack that paper up yay high
Fly private planes through the night sky
Niggas ain't on this type of grind
That's why they stones ain't as bright as mine
Parked in front my home, stoned in my Rolls composing rhymes
Never is there downtime, I'm all about a profit on an incline
Money all on my mind, make all the money mine
Every dollar every dime 'til I flatline
Expansion, mansion, fashion, lady devils having a moonlight dances
Roll the dice with your life, go on, chance it
Big wrist win championships
All day I'm
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Yeah
Yeah
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Niggas ain't on this kinda grind
They vision ain't sharp as mine
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Tryna stack this paper like yay high
Yeah
Put these blocks together like
Put these blocks together like Lego's
You could get laid down if we say so
Weigh the value of your life up against a peso
Bundle up boy this world stay cold
Give a fuck you'll get crushed before the day closed
Crash course on how the game go
Living by the same code, guidelines
Wise guys abide by back in '84
Open up the market, started slamming them Mercedes doors
Shit I been through made me dope
This shit I been through made me cold
Shit I been through, you pussy, that shit woulda made you fold
Lost my first homie when I was 12 years old
Taught me to trust not a soul
Closest ones to ya will do ya, get up under ya
Try to take things from ya, steal your thunder
But I strike like lightning
Any battle that I fight it's always the right one
Swinging my sword for the ones coming up that's really writing
Not that garbage robot recitings, that's trifling
Send it off to the wayside, tryna stack that paper up yay high
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
I'm tryna stack that paper up yay high
Fly private planes through the night sky
Niggas ain't on this type of grind
That's why they stones ain't as bright as mine
Parked in front my home, stoned in my Rolls composing rhymes
Never is there downtime, I'm all about a profit on an incline
Money all on my mind, make all the money mine
Every dollar every dime 'til I flatline
Expansion, mansion, fashion, lady devils having a moonlight dances
Roll the dice with your life, go on, chance it
Big wrist win championships
All day I'm
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Yeah
Yeah
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Niggas ain't on this kinda grind
They vision ain't sharp as mine
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Candles lyrics - Spitta Andretti
Dancing [?] in the light
I ask why
Dancing [?] in the light
I ask why
Dancing [?] in the light, yeah, yeah
I ask why
Candles lit in the castle the night before the battle, yeah, uh
Candles lit in the castle the night before the battle
Chasing bags, fightin' shadows that been grabbin' at us
Angles on the hood avoidin' potholes in the hood
The first one that rolled in a Wraith through my hood
Show the homies that they could if they want it
Watch that paper, watch for hurdles, don't look back for your opponent
Motherfuckers'll be creepin' on ya at the exact moment
Overtakin', you left your number one spot vacant
Dancing [?] in the light, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ask why
Smokin' by the pound with my young G
Say he puttin' away cheese 'til his pop's free
My suspicious neighbors always watchin' me
Wonder how I acquired my house keys
Of course they assume the drugs but I got the cult following
I'm just that loved, diamond and gold rosary beads around the necks of cold killers
If you cross one of them niggas may God be with you, yeah
Dancing [?] in the light, yeah, yeah
I ask why
Dancing [?] in the light
I ask why
Dancing [?] in the light
I ask why
I ask why
Dancing [?] in the light
I ask why
Dancing [?] in the light, yeah, yeah
I ask why
Candles lit in the castle the night before the battle, yeah, uh
Candles lit in the castle the night before the battle
Chasing bags, fightin' shadows that been grabbin' at us
Angles on the hood avoidin' potholes in the hood
The first one that rolled in a Wraith through my hood
Show the homies that they could if they want it
Watch that paper, watch for hurdles, don't look back for your opponent
Motherfuckers'll be creepin' on ya at the exact moment
Overtakin', you left your number one spot vacant
Dancing [?] in the light, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ask why
Smokin' by the pound with my young G
Say he puttin' away cheese 'til his pop's free
My suspicious neighbors always watchin' me
Wonder how I acquired my house keys
Of course they assume the drugs but I got the cult following
I'm just that loved, diamond and gold rosary beads around the necks of cold killers
If you cross one of them niggas may God be with you, yeah
Dancing [?] in the light, yeah, yeah
I ask why
Dancing [?] in the light
I ask why
Dancing [?] in the light
I ask why
Only Concern lyrics - Curren$y
Checking on this paper is my only concern
Checking on that fetti is my only concern
It's my only concern
Gold Daytons on the ice cream truck
Pull up in that mother fucker like Big Worm
Checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Checking on this paper is my only concern
Pulled up in my lowrider
Hit the switch lay my Chevy down like Big Worm
Nigga, checking on this (scratch?) is my only concern
I said checking on this paper is my only concern
It's my only concern it's my only concern
Bitch, checking this (scratch?) is my only concern
Nigga, checking on this paper is my only concern
Hoe, checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Five chains on my BBC tee look at me
I'm stuntin effortlessly pepper and season on beef
A veteran in the industry known for keeping it G
Chevy clean on [?] yea probably be
Spitta hittin switches rollin with an OZ
High grade only smoking under palm trees
Plotted on taking the block purchasing stock
Stacked and still splurged on a watch fuck it why not
You always in your house nigga we out looking for paper bitch what that about
Nigga smoother than silk slick as a perm (under the [?])
Get mine jump back in the line and take your turn yea
Gold Daytons on the ice cream truck
Pull up in that mother fucker like Big Worm
Checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Checking on this paper is my only concern
Pulled up in my lowrider
Hit the switch lay my Chevy down like Big Worm
Checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Checking on this paper is my only concern
It's my only concern it's my only concern
Nigga, checking on this money is my only concern
Bitch, checking on this paper is my only concern
Hoe, checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern yea
(Naw that's it that's it
Parking lot music
This that shit you wished they played in the club but they don't
You gotta play it in the parking lot
When the hoes walking out
When you doing your stunt laps
All in front the club 2MPH, windows cracked, seeing what you can see, being seen
Yea I know I know ight)
Checking on that fetti is my only concern
It's my only concern
Gold Daytons on the ice cream truck
Pull up in that mother fucker like Big Worm
Checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Checking on this paper is my only concern
Pulled up in my lowrider
Hit the switch lay my Chevy down like Big Worm
Nigga, checking on this (scratch?) is my only concern
I said checking on this paper is my only concern
It's my only concern it's my only concern
Bitch, checking this (scratch?) is my only concern
Nigga, checking on this paper is my only concern
Hoe, checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Five chains on my BBC tee look at me
I'm stuntin effortlessly pepper and season on beef
A veteran in the industry known for keeping it G
Chevy clean on [?] yea probably be
Spitta hittin switches rollin with an OZ
High grade only smoking under palm trees
Plotted on taking the block purchasing stock
Stacked and still splurged on a watch fuck it why not
You always in your house nigga we out looking for paper bitch what that about
Nigga smoother than silk slick as a perm (under the [?])
Get mine jump back in the line and take your turn yea
Gold Daytons on the ice cream truck
Pull up in that mother fucker like Big Worm
Checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Checking on this paper is my only concern
Pulled up in my lowrider
Hit the switch lay my Chevy down like Big Worm
Checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Checking on this paper is my only concern
It's my only concern it's my only concern
Nigga, checking on this money is my only concern
Bitch, checking on this paper is my only concern
Hoe, checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern yea
(Naw that's it that's it
Parking lot music
This that shit you wished they played in the club but they don't
You gotta play it in the parking lot
When the hoes walking out
When you doing your stunt laps
All in front the club 2MPH, windows cracked, seeing what you can see, being seen
Yea I know I know ight)
Slide lyrics - Curren$y (feat. E-40 & Ty Dolla $ign)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
From Cali to New Orleans
And back
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
I'm a low rider mostly, I cruise, I hop
But I got a couple muscle cars tucked at the spot
Talkin' about Camaros, El Caminos, Monte Carlos
Homie, I got a few of those
Pie track, tire scratch, you smell the smoke
Smell like love to me though
Down south flow, I get love on the left coast
Dippin' with my loved ones in a [?]
Smoked out, three wheels through the home depot
Then in flew right back to the [?]
In Canal Street with my people
They was out doin' donuts, like the shit was all legal
Burnt rubber, going crazy at the second line
Remind me of that one time, I was in the Bay with a homie of mine
Camaros and Trans Ams dancin' in the sunshine
Sideshow, they was like swung what you brung
If your engine ain't right don't come
The homie laid 5 grand on the trunk
Like which one of you boys wanna run
The cars then lined up, they raced he won
Got back to the stunts like what
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
[Dolla $ign:]
Tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Dropped two hunnid on a brand new drop
I just threw my six four back in the shop
Started all over, now my shit gon' hop yea
Dolla need the [?] with the t-tops
Dolla need VVS stones in his watch
Dolla need a real one, but not a little girl
Asked her what her favorite position, cow girl
Let her ride it, ride, ride, ride it
Baby from the Bay, she be outchere hot sided
Candy paint on it, got it lookin' like a rari
Imma drop that ass on that bitch when I park it
Imma pull a hunnid piece on the next harvest
Diamonds on my Taylor Gang chain, they gon' sparkle
Diamonds on my 40 day, they, they retarded
Shorty say Dolla $ign you my favorite artist
Yeah
From Cali to New Orleans
And back
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
I'm a low rider mostly, I cruise, I hop
But I got a couple muscle cars tucked at the spot
Talkin' about Camaros, El Caminos, Monte Carlos
Homie, I got a few of those
Pie track, tire scratch, you smell the smoke
Smell like love to me though
Down south flow, I get love on the left coast
Dippin' with my loved ones in a [?]
Smoked out, three wheels through the home depot
Then in flew right back to the [?]
In Canal Street with my people
They was out doin' donuts, like the shit was all legal
Burnt rubber, going crazy at the second line
Remind me of that one time, I was in the Bay with a homie of mine
Camaros and Trans Ams dancin' in the sunshine
Sideshow, they was like swung what you brung
If your engine ain't right don't come
The homie laid 5 grand on the trunk
Like which one of you boys wanna run
The cars then lined up, they raced he won
Got back to the stunts like what
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
[Dolla $ign:]
Tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Dropped two hunnid on a brand new drop
I just threw my six four back in the shop
Started all over, now my shit gon' hop yea
Dolla need the [?] with the t-tops
Dolla need VVS stones in his watch
Dolla need a real one, but not a little girl
Asked her what her favorite position, cow girl
Let her ride it, ride, ride, ride it
Baby from the Bay, she be outchere hot sided
Candy paint on it, got it lookin' like a rari
Imma drop that ass on that bitch when I park it
Imma pull a hunnid piece on the next harvest
Diamonds on my Taylor Gang chain, they gon' sparkle
Diamonds on my 40 day, they, they retarded
Shorty say Dolla $ign you my favorite artist
Drive lyrics - Curren$y
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up
All about the paper nigga, Fax Machine
Diamonds in my Pinky Ring
Details, Just the smaller things, In the big Scheme
In the end we'll reign Supreme over Everything
Switching Lanes, Gold Dainty Danes
Make them Chevys swing, Can't Complain
I Been hopping Planes, Living Out My Dreams
Hella high, But I'm always focused When I'm on the Scene
Crispy Jeans, Boutique Ice Creams
Extra Clean, She wanna be next to Me
Homie just let it be, Drop the top, Pulled off On 3
Like the Perfect (SKRT!) Description of a Fucking G
I got it on me, I got it on me
Writing on me
Pulling Off with the top Down
Smoking Loud in front of ya House
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up
Half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up
Don't drink & drive so my...
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up
Don't drink & drive so my...
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up
All about the paper nigga, Fax Machine
Diamonds in my Pinky Ring
Details, Just the smaller things, In the big Scheme
In the end we'll reign Supreme over Everything
Switching Lanes, Gold Dainty Danes
Make them Chevys swing, Can't Complain
I Been hopping Planes, Living Out My Dreams
Hella high, But I'm always focused When I'm on the Scene
Crispy Jeans, Boutique Ice Creams
Extra Clean, She wanna be next to Me
Homie just let it be, Drop the top, Pulled off On 3
Like the Perfect (SKRT!) Description of a Fucking G
I got it on me, I got it on me
Writing on me
Pulling Off with the top Down
Smoking Loud in front of ya House
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up
Half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up
Don't drink & drive so my...
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up
Don't drink & drive so my...
Right Here lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Casey Veggies)
[Curren$y:]
Player shit, though, you can't control
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
We only came for the money, them hoes came with it
[?]
A nigga like me ain't tripping, I was focused on digits
You ain't heard from me in a minute but now I'm chillin'
Cause I was in the kitchen
Stacking [?] give a tour of that new heat I been recording
Going for it, collecting Porches
Betting on race horses at the bottom I started
Though I went the hardest
Climbed my way to the top
And copped Ferrari drop
The street low buzzing block
Talking bout what I got
I worked hard
[?] on these bitches is my reward
[?] too busy chasing checks to run behind a broad
Whatever [?]
Trying to fuck on stars and top dogs
Who never [?]
Rich niggas in a [?], they ain't fall
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
[Casey Veggies:]
I can't relate to these niggas that's pillow talking with women
That got no game to keep 'em but they just depend on spending
Money coming and going, my mind stuck on a million
My brodie told me you got it, stay focused and fuck the feeling
Fell in love with the game, somebody was so appealing
She love the way that I came from nothing to go and get it
Got me thinking bout my shawty, she was riding from the beginning
Way before the fake love and all the evil intentions
Bitches come with the fame, money come with the vision
I'm really stuck in the grind, yeah baby that's how I'm living, I'm zoning
I'm really in the lab plotting my moment
I know you don't believe me, I'll be back in the morning
I need my own space and my time or I can't grow
I can't front, my baby girl been on my mind since I've been gone
Sometimes I get to thinking I'm probably better off alone
I been working baby, I ain't had no time to make it home
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If you knew better, you'd do better
You understand me
[?] 2018
Yeah
JetLife, PNC out here
Ya dig?
Player shit, though, you can't control
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
We only came for the money, them hoes came with it
[?]
A nigga like me ain't tripping, I was focused on digits
You ain't heard from me in a minute but now I'm chillin'
Cause I was in the kitchen
Stacking [?] give a tour of that new heat I been recording
Going for it, collecting Porches
Betting on race horses at the bottom I started
Though I went the hardest
Climbed my way to the top
And copped Ferrari drop
The street low buzzing block
Talking bout what I got
I worked hard
[?] on these bitches is my reward
[?] too busy chasing checks to run behind a broad
Whatever [?]
Trying to fuck on stars and top dogs
Who never [?]
Rich niggas in a [?], they ain't fall
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
[Casey Veggies:]
I can't relate to these niggas that's pillow talking with women
That got no game to keep 'em but they just depend on spending
Money coming and going, my mind stuck on a million
My brodie told me you got it, stay focused and fuck the feeling
Fell in love with the game, somebody was so appealing
She love the way that I came from nothing to go and get it
Got me thinking bout my shawty, she was riding from the beginning
Way before the fake love and all the evil intentions
Bitches come with the fame, money come with the vision
I'm really stuck in the grind, yeah baby that's how I'm living, I'm zoning
I'm really in the lab plotting my moment
I know you don't believe me, I'll be back in the morning
I need my own space and my time or I can't grow
I can't front, my baby girl been on my mind since I've been gone
Sometimes I get to thinking I'm probably better off alone
I been working baby, I ain't had no time to make it home
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If you knew better, you'd do better
You understand me
[?] 2018
Yeah
JetLife, PNC out here
Ya dig?
Drone Footage lyrics - Curren$y
They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
These coupes is movin'
Through busy traffic they maneuverin', like it ain't nothin' to em
As a youngin, I was inducted into a serious unit
The training was grueling
Mafia grooming, schooled on how to be the Don
So when I got on one day, I'd be used to it and know what I'm doin'
Cause the stakes is high and nowadays you get killed from lookin' stupid
From like all the other way, shooters in bushes with rifles like [?]
Infrared goggles and all kind of Call of Duty shit
They tryna take you off of here
And I'm online ordering an office chairs
Get high all the time off the California finest
No I don't own Balenciagas, but all of my weed designer
Every [?] night lemonade, cold vodka and sprite
I get what I like
Blowin' one hunnids all night and making it all back tonight
This is the life
They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
These coupes is movin'
Through busy traffic they maneuverin', like it ain't nothin' to em
As a youngin, I was inducted into a serious unit
The training was grueling
Mafia grooming, schooled on how to be the Don
So when I got on one day, I'd be used to it and know what I'm doin'
Cause the stakes is high and nowadays you get killed from lookin' stupid
From like all the other way, shooters in bushes with rifles like [?]
Infrared goggles and all kind of Call of Duty shit
They tryna take you off of here
And I'm online ordering an office chairs
Get high all the time off the California finest
No I don't own Balenciagas, but all of my weed designer
Every [?] night lemonade, cold vodka and sprite
I get what I like
Blowin' one hunnids all night and making it all back tonight
This is the life
They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
Had To Make A Way lyrics -
Had to make a way, had to make a play
Give a fuck with it, cause I had to drive that Wraith
Had to make a way, had to make a play
I don't give a fuck, cause I could lose it all today
And it's not a discussion of color
Different races, though we all brothers
If we in the same struggle, all on the same hassle
Tryna get all the pieces to the puzzle
In the right spot and see how beautiful it turned out
The big picture
Me countin' millions, dividin' them amongst my team and they providin' for their children
Jet Life an empire, though I'm still buildin'
You can always expand, develop on land
Where no other businesses stand
You can be a pioneer man, like the hood air conditioning
Open window with the box fan in it
My nigga authentic
More wet rozay nectin' imperial, smokin' them bowl
Then I prepare a bowl of cereal
The angel on the Rolls Royce got me feelin' spiritual
Same time, one phone call and send them hitters through
Bag of silencers in that black Beamer coupe
You ain't dreaming fool
Had to make a way, had to make a play
Give a fuck with it, cause I had to drive that Wraith
Had to make a way, had to make a play
I don't give a fuck, cause I could lose it all today
Had to make a way, had to make a play
Give a fuck with it, cause I had to drive that Wraith
Had to make a way, had to make a play
I don't give a fuck, cause I could lose it all today
Had to make a way, had to make a play
Give a fuck with it, cause I had to drive that Wraith
One thing about me they say I'm always in the Bape
Ballin', dribblin', switchin' lanes all day
Give a fuck with it, cause I had to drive that Wraith
Had to make a way, had to make a play
I don't give a fuck, cause I could lose it all today
And it's not a discussion of color
Different races, though we all brothers
If we in the same struggle, all on the same hassle
Tryna get all the pieces to the puzzle
In the right spot and see how beautiful it turned out
The big picture
Me countin' millions, dividin' them amongst my team and they providin' for their children
Jet Life an empire, though I'm still buildin'
You can always expand, develop on land
Where no other businesses stand
You can be a pioneer man, like the hood air conditioning
Open window with the box fan in it
My nigga authentic
More wet rozay nectin' imperial, smokin' them bowl
Then I prepare a bowl of cereal
The angel on the Rolls Royce got me feelin' spiritual
Same time, one phone call and send them hitters through
Bag of silencers in that black Beamer coupe
You ain't dreaming fool
Had to make a way, had to make a play
Give a fuck with it, cause I had to drive that Wraith
Had to make a way, had to make a play
I don't give a fuck, cause I could lose it all today
Had to make a way, had to make a play
Give a fuck with it, cause I had to drive that Wraith
Had to make a way, had to make a play
I don't give a fuck, cause I could lose it all today
Had to make a way, had to make a play
Give a fuck with it, cause I had to drive that Wraith
One thing about me they say I'm always in the Bape
Ballin', dribblin', switchin' lanes all day
Greeting lyrics - Curren$y
First thing I want to say is free the homie C-Style
Then I want to say thank you to each and every one of y'all for coming out
Checking out this - this audio lookbook I wanna lay out for y'all this evening
Yea, The Spring Collection
Couple different styles
Couple things you know, little prelude of what's to come
Gon' get your rolling trays or whatever you need
Put your cell phones on Do Not Disturb
We gon' bend a few corners
Might stop and holla at a few of the homies or whatever
Then I want to say thank you to each and every one of y'all for coming out
Checking out this - this audio lookbook I wanna lay out for y'all this evening
Yea, The Spring Collection
Couple different styles
Couple things you know, little prelude of what's to come
Gon' get your rolling trays or whatever you need
Put your cell phones on Do Not Disturb
We gon' bend a few corners
Might stop and holla at a few of the homies or whatever
All For lyrics - Curren$y
What's it all for? What's it all for?
What's it all for? What's it all for?
What's it all for? What's it all for?
Tell me what's it - what's it all for?
What's it all for? Tell me what's it all for?
What's it all for? Yea
Crosses get thrown
Cliques get torn apart before they even really start getting on
Small change staying in the way of big money
Smoke some with your OG learn something
Wrist froze my soul ice cold, arm yellow gold
And cashed out a couple kilos
Cut my grass low built my fence high cause I that heard snakes fly
Shut your operation down from the inside
Get tapped in the wire before you realize trapping lied
Scramming for dollar signs
You gamble with your life only could lose one time
Shit, is it all worth the risk? Gotta decide before you step into this
Because the game don't wait
Sideways burning rubber cause a nigga paper straight
I got some money put away and got some more on the way
Shit
What's it all for? What's it all for, all for
Money and the power, what's it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what's it all for?
What's it all for? What's it all for, all for
Money and the power, what's it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what's it all for?
Tell you how dollars start a world war
Level 6 Benz coupe armored car
I really been mashing down the Autobon
Worldwide getting of the parmesan
Smoking in the pool with my diamonds on
Ice water what you call it though
She jumped in with nothing on
She know what she want
What's it all for? What's it all for, all for
Money and the power, what's it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what's it all for?
What's it all for? What's it all for, all for
Money and the power, what's it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what's it all for?
What's it all for? What's it all for?
What's it all for? What's it all for?
Tell me what's it - what's it all for?
What's it all for? Tell me what's it all for?
What's it all for? Yea
Crosses get thrown
Cliques get torn apart before they even really start getting on
Small change staying in the way of big money
Smoke some with your OG learn something
Wrist froze my soul ice cold, arm yellow gold
And cashed out a couple kilos
Cut my grass low built my fence high cause I that heard snakes fly
Shut your operation down from the inside
Get tapped in the wire before you realize trapping lied
Scramming for dollar signs
You gamble with your life only could lose one time
Shit, is it all worth the risk? Gotta decide before you step into this
Because the game don't wait
Sideways burning rubber cause a nigga paper straight
I got some money put away and got some more on the way
Shit
What's it all for? What's it all for, all for
Money and the power, what's it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what's it all for?
What's it all for? What's it all for, all for
Money and the power, what's it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what's it all for?
Tell you how dollars start a world war
Level 6 Benz coupe armored car
I really been mashing down the Autobon
Worldwide getting of the parmesan
Smoking in the pool with my diamonds on
Ice water what you call it though
She jumped in with nothing on
She know what she want
What's it all for? What's it all for, all for
Money and the power, what's it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what's it all for?
What's it all for? What's it all for, all for
Money and the power, what's it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what's it all for?
Knock lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
Every time that we drop, all our shit hot
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
All stand in the driveway
From my blue six-tre
Low rider problems them bitches break every day
If you really bout it you gotta pay to play
Cost to be the boss, ain't that what they say?
Diamonds, Voss water, gloss, candy paint
Sweet tooth you get cavities from my Chevrolet
14 karat gold Rollie, skates on the Wraith
Motherfucker I don't play
Never did any day, more cake on the way
Nigga paper plates or fine China
It don't matter it don't make me, no never mind bruh
We gon' turn the whole industry into a diner
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
[Corner Boy P:]
It ain't no motherfucking question, you see it know it's P
All of our shit knock, all of our shit clean
Got the whole parking lot candy and on D's
Mine triple gold and only plays Underground Kings
Getting mainstream dough off these underground rhymes
Still busting O's down got a couple on me now
20 for the wipe down got me feeling like I'm Boosie
Gas tank on E but my pockets hella Blueski's
Brought not built, if I buy it I rebuild
Know it dropped this year and I copped this year
Got the 96 tucked, might pull out this year
Been broke, came up shit I outlived my fears
Like if its there cheap what's gon' take to get it here
That bitch know I'ma cheat so she can miss me with them tears
I'm tryna come through foreign then pull up and disappear
Like first class alright, but ain't nothing like them Lear's
[Curren$y:]
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
Every time that we drop, all our shit hot
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
All stand in the driveway
From my blue six-tre
Low rider problems them bitches break every day
If you really bout it you gotta pay to play
Cost to be the boss, ain't that what they say?
Diamonds, Voss water, gloss, candy paint
Sweet tooth you get cavities from my Chevrolet
14 karat gold Rollie, skates on the Wraith
Motherfucker I don't play
Never did any day, more cake on the way
Nigga paper plates or fine China
It don't matter it don't make me, no never mind bruh
We gon' turn the whole industry into a diner
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
[Corner Boy P:]
It ain't no motherfucking question, you see it know it's P
All of our shit knock, all of our shit clean
Got the whole parking lot candy and on D's
Mine triple gold and only plays Underground Kings
Getting mainstream dough off these underground rhymes
Still busting O's down got a couple on me now
20 for the wipe down got me feeling like I'm Boosie
Gas tank on E but my pockets hella Blueski's
Brought not built, if I buy it I rebuild
Know it dropped this year and I copped this year
Got the 96 tucked, might pull out this year
Been broke, came up shit I outlived my fears
Like if its there cheap what's gon' take to get it here
That bitch know I'ma cheat so she can miss me with them tears
I'm tryna come through foreign then pull up and disappear
Like first class alright, but ain't nothing like them Lear's
[Curren$y:]
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
Not Really Down lyrics - Curren$y
We pull up in foreign cars smelling like a pound
Your bitch made decisions to be with us right now
Catching feelings over bitches homie you should calm down
Live with the fact my nigga you not really down
Nah, you not really down
Square ass niggas need never come around
Nah, my nigga you not really down
Take a bong snap dive in a shark tank
Do a couple laps run through these recreational stacks
[?] I call up me and my niggas we balling
Catching stunts like alley-oops dunking on em
Always one up on em
Slide into them Black Toe Jordan 1's this morning
Protect yo' neck 'fore I fucking stand on it
Mash like that gas pedal baby girl almost lost her Chanel sash
And the Ferrari flash, back at the pad like Batman
Making plans to choke up all these jokers
Louis Vuitton loafers, Mulsanne with the chauffeur
Only top premium smoker
Brought a pound just for openers
Just for me and all the dopest ones
You couldn't even be an opener at the shows that I be throwing bruh
We pull up in foreign cars smelling like a pound
Your bitch made decisions to be with us right now
Catching feelings over bitches homie you should calm down
Live with the fact my nigga you not really down
Nah, you not really down
Square ass niggas need never come around
Nah, my nigga you not really down
Your bitch made decisions to be with us right now
Catching feelings over bitches homie you should calm down
Live with the fact my nigga you not really down
Nah, you not really down
Square ass niggas need never come around
Nah, my nigga you not really down
Take a bong snap dive in a shark tank
Do a couple laps run through these recreational stacks
[?] I call up me and my niggas we balling
Catching stunts like alley-oops dunking on em
Always one up on em
Slide into them Black Toe Jordan 1's this morning
Protect yo' neck 'fore I fucking stand on it
Mash like that gas pedal baby girl almost lost her Chanel sash
And the Ferrari flash, back at the pad like Batman
Making plans to choke up all these jokers
Louis Vuitton loafers, Mulsanne with the chauffeur
Only top premium smoker
Brought a pound just for openers
Just for me and all the dopest ones
You couldn't even be an opener at the shows that I be throwing bruh
We pull up in foreign cars smelling like a pound
Your bitch made decisions to be with us right now
Catching feelings over bitches homie you should calm down
Live with the fact my nigga you not really down
Nah, you not really down
Square ass niggas need never come around
Nah, my nigga you not really down
Restoration lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Roddy, Street Wiz)
[Curren$y:]
Two of the illest back in the kitchen
Filling prescriptions, fiends itching
We serve em through the chain linked fences
Beamers and Benzes on 24 inches
Reefer smoke thick as the tension from them bitch ass niggas
Fuck them bitch ass niggas, Route
They broke and they assed out
That's what they mad 'bout
While I'm in the stash house on the internet checking the latest project progress
They never understand my underground success
The amount of love I get, but I digress
It's obvious that I'm above all this cause I'm a Jet
Center Edge Territory the collective
Mos Def and Jay Elec, Andretti fresh
A pair of thousand dollar steps when I left I threw up my set
[Young Roddy:]
I guess everybody gangsters, everybody serving
Everybody slanging, everybody claiming Crip or Blood
Everybody banging, ain't nobody tryna take the fall
They all pointing fingers
Yea I'm tryna win, I'm all out of favors
We started with nothing so hustling our nature
We come from a place where a murder make you famous
We built us a business nobody gave us naythan
The underrated, Shawn Kemp and Gary Payton
Pitch a bag to the lawyer to fight the case
They got me back in the kitchen without the apron
Bucket low like fuck it though
Hell yea I'm fresh up out the gutter but she love it though
Money in the envelope
[Street Wiz:]
Arm full of riches we been evicted
Shit been official, that there my status you know the business
Convince the kid to get on a track and we go to spitting
Its Cleopatra, you know we at it, come get a listen
Best pay attention, this is a dynasty in the building
We hit the stage they up to the front they tryna get pictures
It's lemonade that's up in the air we keep it too litty
The bitches stare when we hit the place we come to get busy
No time to spare its 3, 2, 1, back to the mission
We blowing on something different, dispensary flavor hitting
We leave you in the past, the jealous be shifting different
The schedule full of digits, you guess it but it was written
Ba-bang
Two of the illest back in the kitchen
Filling prescriptions, fiends itching
We serve em through the chain linked fences
Beamers and Benzes on 24 inches
Reefer smoke thick as the tension from them bitch ass niggas
Fuck them bitch ass niggas, Route
They broke and they assed out
That's what they mad 'bout
While I'm in the stash house on the internet checking the latest project progress
They never understand my underground success
The amount of love I get, but I digress
It's obvious that I'm above all this cause I'm a Jet
Center Edge Territory the collective
Mos Def and Jay Elec, Andretti fresh
A pair of thousand dollar steps when I left I threw up my set
[Young Roddy:]
I guess everybody gangsters, everybody serving
Everybody slanging, everybody claiming Crip or Blood
Everybody banging, ain't nobody tryna take the fall
They all pointing fingers
Yea I'm tryna win, I'm all out of favors
We started with nothing so hustling our nature
We come from a place where a murder make you famous
We built us a business nobody gave us naythan
The underrated, Shawn Kemp and Gary Payton
Pitch a bag to the lawyer to fight the case
They got me back in the kitchen without the apron
Bucket low like fuck it though
Hell yea I'm fresh up out the gutter but she love it though
Money in the envelope
[Street Wiz:]
Arm full of riches we been evicted
Shit been official, that there my status you know the business
Convince the kid to get on a track and we go to spitting
Its Cleopatra, you know we at it, come get a listen
Best pay attention, this is a dynasty in the building
We hit the stage they up to the front they tryna get pictures
It's lemonade that's up in the air we keep it too litty
The bitches stare when we hit the place we come to get busy
No time to spare its 3, 2, 1, back to the mission
We blowing on something different, dispensary flavor hitting
We leave you in the past, the jealous be shifting different
The schedule full of digits, you guess it but it was written
Ba-bang
Game On Freeze lyrics - Curren$y
It's exactly 4:20 P.M. too
Niggas probably thought that's the beginning bars but they not
Mo' paper, mo' haters, that's a known fact
That's why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position 'cause stardom make you a target
They starvin' in my city
But I'm slidin' in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God's grace, no enemies made it through
Gettin' high behind them gates
'Bout to install a fountain in the livin' room
I'm higher than the moon
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it's nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
I'm high beneath these palm trees (these palm trees)
'Bout to take over Wall Street (Wall Street)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, game on freeze)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it's nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
New studio built, fully equipped
I'm up in here 'round the clock wrappin' bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami's
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I'm always low ridin'
Bitches like to see Gs, hit switches
My life is excitin', my life is enticin'
Feds buildin' dossiers and files about me (files about me)
But I'm straight, you know my paper got me
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life
Niggas probably thought that's the beginning bars but they not
Mo' paper, mo' haters, that's a known fact
That's why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position 'cause stardom make you a target
They starvin' in my city
But I'm slidin' in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God's grace, no enemies made it through
Gettin' high behind them gates
'Bout to install a fountain in the livin' room
I'm higher than the moon
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it's nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
I'm high beneath these palm trees (these palm trees)
'Bout to take over Wall Street (Wall Street)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, game on freeze)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it's nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
New studio built, fully equipped
I'm up in here 'round the clock wrappin' bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami's
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I'm always low ridin'
Bitches like to see Gs, hit switches
My life is excitin', my life is enticin'
Feds buildin' dossiers and files about me (files about me)
But I'm straight, you know my paper got me
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life
Dollar Sign Eyes lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Joey Bada$$)
[Curren$y:]
Roll up every morning, before we get down to this 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
American dream, foreign machines
13 Lamborghinis arrived on the scene
RIP to the club 'cause we killed it
She chose up and left ya, she left with us, she don't feel ya
I'm in the truck, rollin' up, I'm with my familia
We familiar with them millions, 'cause we been livin'
Ownership, and you only visit
You can't take it with ya
This was reserved for real niggas and bitches addicted to figures
Shit cold, it could kill ya, you need an intervention
The taste of money in yo' system, and you stuck with it
Like a tapeworm pushing you to earn digits
Save the deposit, this yacht came with a helicopter
Hop out the Wraith, yo bitch wan' take some pictures by it
Hate in your eyes as you watchin'
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
[Joey Bada$$:]
My nigga I'm just happy to be here, happy to see fear
Right in his eyes, and there's
Nothing to be scared about anymore
Nothing but me and my Lord
On this journey on my course, see the effects of what I've caused
Now I, just throw it in the bag, never matter what that shit cost
'Cause I can't afford to not floss
Fifty-thousand on the wardrobe, but that's a write off
On the income tax, otherwise a nice loss, ha ha
I got this shit mastered, I'm in a different bracket
She hit me after droppin' five bands on the jacket
Shit the old me would have had to jack it
But now the chips stackin', and I'm living lavish
It's steady mackin', if your bitch attractin'
'Cause I'm a chick magnet
She say she got a man, as if that shit mattered
If I was here then I just couldn't be madder
Excuse my manners, me and Spitta we just wave up the scanners
[Curren$y:]
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
Roll up every morning, before we get down to this 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
American dream, foreign machines
13 Lamborghinis arrived on the scene
RIP to the club 'cause we killed it
She chose up and left ya, she left with us, she don't feel ya
I'm in the truck, rollin' up, I'm with my familia
We familiar with them millions, 'cause we been livin'
Ownership, and you only visit
You can't take it with ya
This was reserved for real niggas and bitches addicted to figures
Shit cold, it could kill ya, you need an intervention
The taste of money in yo' system, and you stuck with it
Like a tapeworm pushing you to earn digits
Save the deposit, this yacht came with a helicopter
Hop out the Wraith, yo bitch wan' take some pictures by it
Hate in your eyes as you watchin'
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
[Joey Bada$$:]
My nigga I'm just happy to be here, happy to see fear
Right in his eyes, and there's
Nothing to be scared about anymore
Nothing but me and my Lord
On this journey on my course, see the effects of what I've caused
Now I, just throw it in the bag, never matter what that shit cost
'Cause I can't afford to not floss
Fifty-thousand on the wardrobe, but that's a write off
On the income tax, otherwise a nice loss, ha ha
I got this shit mastered, I'm in a different bracket
She hit me after droppin' five bands on the jacket
Shit the old me would have had to jack it
But now the chips stackin', and I'm living lavish
It's steady mackin', if your bitch attractin'
'Cause I'm a chick magnet
She say she got a man, as if that shit mattered
If I was here then I just couldn't be madder
Excuse my manners, me and Spitta we just wave up the scanners
[Curren$y:]
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
4 Phantons lyrics - Curren$y
Uh-oh
Somebody wanna donate a lighter to the cause?
G-Perico in the building and shit
Smoke one for my loved one
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
Still in it for the cash
Lotta niggas didn't last
They was clowns of the class
School of hard knocks I passed
My engine beneath the glass
20 grand for the luxury tax
'Cause I plan before I attack
Emotions had them niggas blowing they stacks
I'm in here smoking and pouring some Yak
90 inch TV I'm watching The Mack
I do my thing when it come to this rap
Underground king but do not call me that
Pimping upon the original
I hope that my legacy similar
Closing deals not singular
Show and we picking them digits up
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
I do my thing when it come to rap
I been buying more jewelery because of that
I don't have nothing to prove man
It's just a lil stunting what's wrong with that
I tell you the play like a Quarterback
Got the Scarface crib where the water at
Gucci slides across Versace door mats
Welcome to the hustle where nobody love you
Shine after you struggle, a long time my brother
Snakes just think of ways that they can take it from ya
That's what I discovered lazy motherfuckers
Just tryna leach game from real hustlers
Stop and teach them fools a lil something
But I gotta go I got another mil coming
Money chasing got my track shoes on
I'm running for it, yea
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
You really seeing ghosts
Shit like a horror show
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
Creeping up the block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
I know you hear the horns blow
Wherever a king go
Call that a procession though
Professional
Somebody wanna donate a lighter to the cause?
G-Perico in the building and shit
Smoke one for my loved one
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
Still in it for the cash
Lotta niggas didn't last
They was clowns of the class
School of hard knocks I passed
My engine beneath the glass
20 grand for the luxury tax
'Cause I plan before I attack
Emotions had them niggas blowing they stacks
I'm in here smoking and pouring some Yak
90 inch TV I'm watching The Mack
I do my thing when it come to this rap
Underground king but do not call me that
Pimping upon the original
I hope that my legacy similar
Closing deals not singular
Show and we picking them digits up
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
I do my thing when it come to rap
I been buying more jewelery because of that
I don't have nothing to prove man
It's just a lil stunting what's wrong with that
I tell you the play like a Quarterback
Got the Scarface crib where the water at
Gucci slides across Versace door mats
Welcome to the hustle where nobody love you
Shine after you struggle, a long time my brother
Snakes just think of ways that they can take it from ya
That's what I discovered lazy motherfuckers
Just tryna leach game from real hustlers
Stop and teach them fools a lil something
But I gotta go I got another mil coming
Money chasing got my track shoes on
I'm running for it, yea
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
You really seeing ghosts
Shit like a horror show
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
Creeping up the block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
I know you hear the horns blow
Wherever a king go
Call that a procession though
Professional
Billy Ocean lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
Everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
Yeah
Yeah
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean
You can act like you don't know
Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close
Take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow bumping Snoop Dogg
Blowing dolo
Its like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close
To the civilians
Underground casinos for the real ones
You would suffocate in the building
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they
I'd rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate
Not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear the interstate up where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rolling weed from the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Living out what I say
On these albums and tapes
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean
Yeah
Act like you don't know
Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Nigga whatchu know
That original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, Imma show off
Sucka bring his ho, he got his ho tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
High'ed up as I float on
They gon' have to call the fuckin' coast guard
Shit
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean
Yeah never will I get into no ho shit
Nope, I'm not for it
Spitta and Cardo
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Not for it
Everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
Yeah
Yeah
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean
You can act like you don't know
Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close
Take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow bumping Snoop Dogg
Blowing dolo
Its like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close
To the civilians
Underground casinos for the real ones
You would suffocate in the building
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they
I'd rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate
Not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear the interstate up where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rolling weed from the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Living out what I say
On these albums and tapes
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean
Yeah
Act like you don't know
Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Nigga whatchu know
That original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, Imma show off
Sucka bring his ho, he got his ho tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
High'ed up as I float on
They gon' have to call the fuckin' coast guard
Shit
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean
Yeah never will I get into no ho shit
Nope, I'm not for it
Spitta and Cardo
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Not for it
Fabric lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
What, what'd Trippie Redd say?
Pulled up in a droptop, she dropped dead?
Something just like that man
When you got something to show for all that hustle
When you present that shine
For all that underground grind
For all that time you invested
And they couldn't see that
And now they see
Yeah you gotta come through
You gotta come down on 'em something like this
(Fendi P coming soon)
Its easy to do
Its so easy that its hard
T.Y. Son of a Gangsta coming soon
Everybody on the grind
Everybody on the pot
Yeah
Shout out to G Perico
Shit don't stop
Eastside on mine
Just like every time
The Spring Collection
Uh
What, what'd Trippie Redd say?
Pulled up in a droptop, she dropped dead?
Something just like that man
When you got something to show for all that hustle
When you present that shine
For all that underground grind
For all that time you invested
And they couldn't see that
And now they see
Yeah you gotta come through
You gotta come down on 'em something like this
(Fendi P coming soon)
Its easy to do
Its so easy that its hard
T.Y. Son of a Gangsta coming soon
Everybody on the grind
Everybody on the pot
Yeah
Shout out to G Perico
Shit don't stop
Eastside on mine
Just like every time
The Spring Collection
Uh
Drizzle lyrics - Curren$y
Yellow gold day-date
No diamonds
Presidential band
Got the umbrella from the Wraith
I've been wearing jeans lately
Green and blue suede Wally's
Shout out to Sicamore
Shout out to Ghostface, Raekwon
Let me get out this rain now
No diamonds
Presidential band
Got the umbrella from the Wraith
I've been wearing jeans lately
Green and blue suede Wally's
Shout out to Sicamore
Shout out to Ghostface, Raekwon
Let me get out this rain now
Mashin lyrics - Curren$y
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
I'm jamming to Max B, we low in these leather seats
Yo' hoe wanna be with me and she bold, she don't care who see
Andretti OG all I smoke in my Rolls
Represent the NO, light anywhere that I go
All my jewelry stay froze, wrist cold, ice yellow gold
Cash flow too thick to fold, stacks like erry show
In the mode this year, I grab the hustle by the throat
Sleeper hold, never letting go, you don't believe you'll get shown
In a six grain coupe, with the brains blown
Bottom bitch on the wheel, while I stuff up another cone
You don't believe you'll be shown
I like your bitch she will be flown in
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
See what I'm in it for, when I open that Bentley door
Mink on the floor, the stinkiest O, 28 grams to smoke
Bitches was lagging on me, but now they want tag along
Cause they smell the money cologne success in the air
And the aroma strong, she know what she want
She know who a don in the game
She know who a pawn and a lame
She know who a boss she know who lost
She know who running things
Walking the walk and talking that talk
She know where the G's parked, she recognize all my cars
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
I'm jamming to Max B, we low in these leather seats
Yo' hoe wanna be with me and she bold, she don't care who see
Andretti OG all I smoke in my Rolls
Represent the NO, light anywhere that I go
All my jewelry stay froze, wrist cold, ice yellow gold
Cash flow too thick to fold, stacks like erry show
In the mode this year, I grab the hustle by the throat
Sleeper hold, never letting go, you don't believe you'll get shown
In a six grain coupe, with the brains blown
Bottom bitch on the wheel, while I stuff up another cone
You don't believe you'll be shown
I like your bitch she will be flown in
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
See what I'm in it for, when I open that Bentley door
Mink on the floor, the stinkiest O, 28 grams to smoke
Bitches was lagging on me, but now they want tag along
Cause they smell the money cologne success in the air
And the aroma strong, she know what she want
She know who a don in the game
She know who a pawn and a lame
She know who a boss she know who lost
She know who running things
Walking the walk and talking that talk
She know where the G's parked, she recognize all my cars
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Get To It lyrics - Curren$y & Lex Luger
Yeah
Yeah
Trying to get a helipad on top of this bitch
Hustling a long time
Bentleys out side the villas
Rose petals on the sheets
Mints on the pillows
Baby smoked out
Dancing in the mirror
Trying to draw me nearer
But I got paper love
I can't make it any clearer love
I can't make it no realer
Than the ceiling that I get from depositing millions
I love thumbing through them Benjis
Getting head on the beach
In the drop top Rolls couldn't match the feeling so
Please excuse me if I keep it moving
I know them big licks just ain't gon' come to me
So I'm on the hunt
Some people think I'm tripping, think I'm on one
This is the mentality, brutality of New Orleans
Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
Yeah
Yeah
Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
Its enough loot and bitches in this world for all of us
Lil homie you gotta think larger, broader
Crabs in a bucket they kill you before you touch it
That fucking money, them haters don't want to see you get none
They want you on the porch right next to them
Can't entertain these bums get on your money
Bro you'll turn into a skeleton just waiting for that bread to come
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Get up and get to the
Yeah
Trying to get a helipad on top of this bitch
Hustling a long time
Bentleys out side the villas
Rose petals on the sheets
Mints on the pillows
Baby smoked out
Dancing in the mirror
Trying to draw me nearer
But I got paper love
I can't make it any clearer love
I can't make it no realer
Than the ceiling that I get from depositing millions
I love thumbing through them Benjis
Getting head on the beach
In the drop top Rolls couldn't match the feeling so
Please excuse me if I keep it moving
I know them big licks just ain't gon' come to me
So I'm on the hunt
Some people think I'm tripping, think I'm on one
This is the mentality, brutality of New Orleans
Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
Yeah
Yeah
Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
Its enough loot and bitches in this world for all of us
Lil homie you gotta think larger, broader
Crabs in a bucket they kill you before you touch it
That fucking money, them haters don't want to see you get none
They want you on the porch right next to them
Can't entertain these bums get on your money
Bro you'll turn into a skeleton just waiting for that bread to come
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Get up and get to the
Lavendar lyrics - Curren$y & Lex Luger
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Andretti, Lex Luger
Da da, da da
Da da, da da
Jet Life
Yeah
We ain't gon' waste no time
The labels is lavendar
My lady's Ralph Lauren fashion
I'm been mashing back and forth to the lab
Trying to make it happen
Addicted to extravagance
A magnet to chips
Grabbing and dashing with all that shit
Not leaving fingerprints
Niggas is killing friends over brotherly arguments
We should all stay alive and just enjoy this shit
We work hard for it, my collection of cars is immense
Open the jar and release a heavenly scent
Cloud up and twist, plot a hit, messages sent
I bet them niggas never try to play us again
Uh, plotout a hit, messages sent
I bet them pussy niggas never try to play us again
Let 'em in
Know what I'm saying, how big dogs say
Keep them out, let the motherfuckers in
Uh
Let the nines in, smoke out the den
Park the Benz, hopped out slid
Your niggas froze, some of them hid
Gamed on their shit, we hella dipped
I knocked your bitch, I ain't even a pimp
She on the strip, bringing it back 'round ten
That's what she said, that's what she meant
Said she'd kick in, that's what she did
A trill bitch, very real in this atmosphere at the table
When I feast bosses eating, I'll pull you up a chair
Everybody easting, everybody sharing
Organized rhyme family got the profits rising
Where we go from, that depends on whether you scared
Cause scared don't make bread, and we trying to beat the point spread
[?] on the water but I ain't in a waterbed
That's a ship I had to charter there
I got an apartment up in here
A boss is always prepared
Yup
Yeah
Yeah
La da
La da
Jet Life
Jet Life
Jet Life
Nigga yeah
Yeah, yeah
Andretti, Lex Luger
Da da, da da
Da da, da da
Jet Life
Yeah
We ain't gon' waste no time
The labels is lavendar
My lady's Ralph Lauren fashion
I'm been mashing back and forth to the lab
Trying to make it happen
Addicted to extravagance
A magnet to chips
Grabbing and dashing with all that shit
Not leaving fingerprints
Niggas is killing friends over brotherly arguments
We should all stay alive and just enjoy this shit
We work hard for it, my collection of cars is immense
Open the jar and release a heavenly scent
Cloud up and twist, plot a hit, messages sent
I bet them niggas never try to play us again
Uh, plotout a hit, messages sent
I bet them pussy niggas never try to play us again
Let 'em in
Know what I'm saying, how big dogs say
Keep them out, let the motherfuckers in
Uh
Let the nines in, smoke out the den
Park the Benz, hopped out slid
Your niggas froze, some of them hid
Gamed on their shit, we hella dipped
I knocked your bitch, I ain't even a pimp
She on the strip, bringing it back 'round ten
That's what she said, that's what she meant
Said she'd kick in, that's what she did
A trill bitch, very real in this atmosphere at the table
When I feast bosses eating, I'll pull you up a chair
Everybody easting, everybody sharing
Organized rhyme family got the profits rising
Where we go from, that depends on whether you scared
Cause scared don't make bread, and we trying to beat the point spread
[?] on the water but I ain't in a waterbed
That's a ship I had to charter there
I got an apartment up in here
A boss is always prepared
Yup
Yeah
Yeah
La da
La da
Jet Life
Jet Life
Jet Life
Nigga yeah
I Know lyrics - Curren$y & Lex Luger
Aw shit
Aw shit
Yeah
All that
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
I'm chilling, I brung 'em in here
They're my niggas, they're my familia
They're my bitches, they might kill ya
That's my main thang, that's her sister
We ain't married, but we live here
And for better or for worse we getting millions
Low riders at the airport, now guess who sent them
To pick mu homie up, he just getting here
From Cali to Dallas, Atlanta, now we back again
We live this life, you niggas just be repping it
Coupe roof milkyway, got the stratosphere
Rap-rapping out of my mind got me up in here
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Da da
Da da
Da da
Eastside
Andretti
Luger
Aw shit
Yeah
All that
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
I'm chilling, I brung 'em in here
They're my niggas, they're my familia
They're my bitches, they might kill ya
That's my main thang, that's her sister
We ain't married, but we live here
And for better or for worse we getting millions
Low riders at the airport, now guess who sent them
To pick mu homie up, he just getting here
From Cali to Dallas, Atlanta, now we back again
We live this life, you niggas just be repping it
Coupe roof milkyway, got the stratosphere
Rap-rapping out of my mind got me up in here
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Da da
Da da
Da da
Eastside
Andretti
Luger
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