How Fly lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Ugh, Jets nigga, now where haven't we
Taylor Gang, stay rollin' up them paper planes
Yeah, Jets nigga, now where haven't we
And I'm trying to get Grease to smoke joints man
Trying to convert him to EZ Widers or Zig-Zags
Before I get back to New Orleans
Ugh, How Fly, yeah
Ugh, same nigga that I always been
Mets hat with green under the brim
I shop in bulk, my closet a vault
Gettin' dressed, sippin' Rose' & OJ like pulp
Lookin' like myself in my old Easter photos
Socks and the rugby is Polo
Stop, freeze, on three's my low low
Airplanes, dollar signs, Ortiz my logo
Kush smokin circles in my dojo
Sneaker collector, I bring 'em out kid
Kicks all over the crib, roundhouses
Ugh, fuck you talkin' about well
If your bitch fuckin' with Spitta cause she like her stroke different
Celebrate the moments of your life
We party all night, smoke all day
Eat breakfast at the airport, get drunk the whole flight, yeah
This is how we do
Everyday chase money
Make bitches chase you
Nigga, this is how we do
Race to the club
Hop out and valet the coupes
Nigga, this is how we do
Under the shade of the good trees
We stay cool, yeah
And if the bitch can't roll weed
No need to bring her through
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Ugh, I had a dream that I was smokin' California weed
And brother I tell her give me what I need
Pull up in car service, fly private when I leave
I'm chillin' with two pretty women who speakin' Japanese, nigga please
I'm selling out concerts, some 501 pants that sag
Zig zags and my Converse
Spitta to my left, let him hit the bomb first
Lame nigga asked if he get a hit
Little do he know that's a guaranteed way to get skipped
I find beautiful women and politic
Wakin' up, still drunk, feelin' sick
I'mma smoke one with you, roll another one for the whip
Listenin' to my brand new shit
My doors suicide, though my trees big chop provided
Fly society, and Taylor Gang or get hanged
Smokin' weed with your bitches when she told you she'd never do it again
[Curren$y:]
This is how we do
Everyday chase money
Make bitches chase you
Nigga, this is how we do
Race to the club
Hop out and valet the coupes
Nigga, this is how we do
Under the shade of the good trees
We stay cool, yeah
And if the bitch can't roll weed
No need to bring her through
Ugh, Jets nigga, now where haven't we
Taylor Gang, stay rollin' up them paper planes
Yeah, Jets nigga, now where haven't we
And I'm trying to get Grease to smoke joints man
Trying to convert him to EZ Widers or Zig-Zags
Before I get back to New Orleans
Ugh, How Fly, yeah
Ugh, same nigga that I always been
Mets hat with green under the brim
I shop in bulk, my closet a vault
Gettin' dressed, sippin' Rose' & OJ like pulp
Lookin' like myself in my old Easter photos
Socks and the rugby is Polo
Stop, freeze, on three's my low low
Airplanes, dollar signs, Ortiz my logo
Kush smokin circles in my dojo
Sneaker collector, I bring 'em out kid
Kicks all over the crib, roundhouses
Ugh, fuck you talkin' about well
If your bitch fuckin' with Spitta cause she like her stroke different
Celebrate the moments of your life
We party all night, smoke all day
Eat breakfast at the airport, get drunk the whole flight, yeah
This is how we do
Everyday chase money
Make bitches chase you
Nigga, this is how we do
Race to the club
Hop out and valet the coupes
Nigga, this is how we do
Under the shade of the good trees
We stay cool, yeah
And if the bitch can't roll weed
No need to bring her through
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Ugh, I had a dream that I was smokin' California weed
And brother I tell her give me what I need
Pull up in car service, fly private when I leave
I'm chillin' with two pretty women who speakin' Japanese, nigga please
I'm selling out concerts, some 501 pants that sag
Zig zags and my Converse
Spitta to my left, let him hit the bomb first
Lame nigga asked if he get a hit
Little do he know that's a guaranteed way to get skipped
I find beautiful women and politic
Wakin' up, still drunk, feelin' sick
I'mma smoke one with you, roll another one for the whip
Listenin' to my brand new shit
My doors suicide, though my trees big chop provided
Fly society, and Taylor Gang or get hanged
Smokin' weed with your bitches when she told you she'd never do it again
[Curren$y:]
This is how we do
Everyday chase money
Make bitches chase you
Nigga, this is how we do
Race to the club
Hop out and valet the coupes
Nigga, this is how we do
Under the shade of the good trees
We stay cool, yeah
And if the bitch can't roll weed
No need to bring her through
Layover lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah
Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we...
Bitches, I 'Taylor Gang' that
Yuah
Yuah
How fly, uh?
The backseat is for newborns
Homie, I'm grown
I'll hop in front and drive this bitch on my own
Out the driveway windows half raised
Bumpin' Ma$e or some Sade'
Chuckin' the deuces to my neighbors
Like them Houston players
Got the two door Caprice
Black and red, like a Sega Genesis
Password first pimpin' or you can't get into this hangar
Access denied, you can't fly you a lame
Spiderman tangled in a web of lies
Global travel, red eyes
Plan plots, strategize
Double XL, now I'm after The Source and the Vibe
Only magazines yet to recognize in 2009
Nigga worth it, he deserve it
He ain't perfect, but he workin' on that second album
Dropped the first one with Amalgam
Digital dollars, afford flights
Where the massages will be provided
By my down ass exotic dancing Italian goddess
The planes got it
That's why she's ridin' with the pilot
Find Spitta smoked out in the same crowd
Where Waldo was spotted
Orange rectangle boxes in my pockets
Niggas on a quest like Jonny and Hadji
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Haha, yeah
(Jet set, now where haven't we been yet?)
How fly?
The mixtape it's officially done
This is it, right here
Haha, yeah, uh
I'm back better than ever
No hiatus, just weed crushers
Rollers, and one and a half wide papers
Catch me and Spitta smokin' up
You got trees? Nigga, light it
I heard this is a weed friendly environment
Seen 'em at my shows front row, gettin' excited
They all smoke and memorize my lines
Say I'm the tightest
Know bitches who rep the gang hard as niggas who do the same
And don't support the bullshit they only do the planes
In every city we smokin' like a train
They heard I'm swingin' past now them bitches gettin' gas, octane
Not a name to compare 'em to
I can skydive, no parachute
With just a dope pair of shoes
Zig zags and hella tattoos
Put you in a mindstate
That this is my movie
Put you in it too
The bomb weed make it critical
Sit with the vampire in his interview
Yeah, yeah
Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we...
Bitches, I 'Taylor Gang' that
Yuah
Yuah
How fly, uh?
The backseat is for newborns
Homie, I'm grown
I'll hop in front and drive this bitch on my own
Out the driveway windows half raised
Bumpin' Ma$e or some Sade'
Chuckin' the deuces to my neighbors
Like them Houston players
Got the two door Caprice
Black and red, like a Sega Genesis
Password first pimpin' or you can't get into this hangar
Access denied, you can't fly you a lame
Spiderman tangled in a web of lies
Global travel, red eyes
Plan plots, strategize
Double XL, now I'm after The Source and the Vibe
Only magazines yet to recognize in 2009
Nigga worth it, he deserve it
He ain't perfect, but he workin' on that second album
Dropped the first one with Amalgam
Digital dollars, afford flights
Where the massages will be provided
By my down ass exotic dancing Italian goddess
The planes got it
That's why she's ridin' with the pilot
Find Spitta smoked out in the same crowd
Where Waldo was spotted
Orange rectangle boxes in my pockets
Niggas on a quest like Jonny and Hadji
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Haha, yeah
(Jet set, now where haven't we been yet?)
How fly?
The mixtape it's officially done
This is it, right here
Haha, yeah, uh
I'm back better than ever
No hiatus, just weed crushers
Rollers, and one and a half wide papers
Catch me and Spitta smokin' up
You got trees? Nigga, light it
I heard this is a weed friendly environment
Seen 'em at my shows front row, gettin' excited
They all smoke and memorize my lines
Say I'm the tightest
Know bitches who rep the gang hard as niggas who do the same
And don't support the bullshit they only do the planes
In every city we smokin' like a train
They heard I'm swingin' past now them bitches gettin' gas, octane
Not a name to compare 'em to
I can skydive, no parachute
With just a dope pair of shoes
Zig zags and hella tattoos
Put you in a mindstate
That this is my movie
Put you in it too
The bomb weed make it critical
Sit with the vampire in his interview
S.D.L. lyrics - Curren$y
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I work hard for everything, so why not salute?
They say a grind pays baby, all I got is proof
And a Swedish broad badder than my main bitch
Cigarillo rolled, you smell it when it ain't lit
She don't cook well, but she give me sweet brain
Make a rapper turn singer like T-Pain
Got her stayin' up late; wakin' up, bake
And to think this the life that I chose?
Arguing with attendants who've shorted my flight clothes
And every girl I fuck, feel like her boyfriend might know
Smokin' all this weed as it smells, my weed come in barrels
Fuck wit bitches who fiend for Gucci and need her Chanel
Nigga, I'm higher off life so my eyes low
Can't wait to see what's in the future but I drive slow
And wait for the picture
Hated, now they say I can't miss like mister
All of this smokin'
Oh you, got me thinkin'
And all of this dreamin', I'm supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don't know where I'm goin'
Cause I'm gone, on to
Show you succeeding
Yeah I've been livin', smokin'
Smokin' dreamin' livin'
[Curren$y:]
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porche on my wall
Nigga I'm tryna come up on ya'll
Pop the trunk n front him my car, in front of your broad
She reconsidering her decision to fuck wit ya
I think it because of the
Possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside, front row of anything
Livin my life simultaneously in this dream
Shit goin so good I swear
Airplanes stack change wit the gang, Taylor
Wings spread over cities, leave shadows everywhere
I care less about industry mingling
Niggas was WWF wrestlers, court jesters and cross dressers
I got them cross-trainers, Nike, SB
Niggas can't fill my shoes I'ma nicer MC
I had a dream that I caked up
Tried to roll a joint, and count a million when I wake up
Jets, nigga!
[Wiz Khalifa:]
All of this smokin'
Oh you, got me thinkin'
And all of this dreamin', I'm supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don't know where I'm goin'
Cause I'm gone, on to
Show you succeeding
Yeah I've been livin', smokin'
Smokin' dreamin' livin'
All of this smokin'
Oh you, got me thinkin'
And all of this dreamin', I'm supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don't know where I'm goin'
Cause I'm gone, on to
Show you succeeding
Yeah I've been livin', smokin'
Smokin' dreamin' livin'
I work hard for everything, so why not salute?
They say a grind pays baby, all I got is proof
And a Swedish broad badder than my main bitch
Cigarillo rolled, you smell it when it ain't lit
She don't cook well, but she give me sweet brain
Make a rapper turn singer like T-Pain
Got her stayin' up late; wakin' up, bake
And to think this the life that I chose?
Arguing with attendants who've shorted my flight clothes
And every girl I fuck, feel like her boyfriend might know
Smokin' all this weed as it smells, my weed come in barrels
Fuck wit bitches who fiend for Gucci and need her Chanel
Nigga, I'm higher off life so my eyes low
Can't wait to see what's in the future but I drive slow
And wait for the picture
Hated, now they say I can't miss like mister
All of this smokin'
Oh you, got me thinkin'
And all of this dreamin', I'm supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don't know where I'm goin'
Cause I'm gone, on to
Show you succeeding
Yeah I've been livin', smokin'
Smokin' dreamin' livin'
[Curren$y:]
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porche on my wall
Nigga I'm tryna come up on ya'll
Pop the trunk n front him my car, in front of your broad
She reconsidering her decision to fuck wit ya
I think it because of the
Possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside, front row of anything
Livin my life simultaneously in this dream
Shit goin so good I swear
Airplanes stack change wit the gang, Taylor
Wings spread over cities, leave shadows everywhere
I care less about industry mingling
Niggas was WWF wrestlers, court jesters and cross dressers
I got them cross-trainers, Nike, SB
Niggas can't fill my shoes I'ma nicer MC
I had a dream that I caked up
Tried to roll a joint, and count a million when I wake up
Jets, nigga!
[Wiz Khalifa:]
All of this smokin'
Oh you, got me thinkin'
And all of this dreamin', I'm supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don't know where I'm goin'
Cause I'm gone, on to
Show you succeeding
Yeah I've been livin', smokin'
Smokin' dreamin' livin'
All of this smokin'
Oh you, got me thinkin'
And all of this dreamin', I'm supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don't know where I'm goin'
Cause I'm gone, on to
Show you succeeding
Yeah I've been livin', smokin'
Smokin' dreamin' livin'
The Planes lyrics - Curren$y
[Chorus:]
I guarantee you leave the club with us you won't be the same
They can't help it c'mon these bitches know it's The Planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say
That money will be seen, as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Curren$y:]
My car ride by without the boomin' system
I'd rather spend that loot on my engine
Oh, hail to the chief, I been one helluva indian
But settlin' in teepees ain't sittin' well with me see
I need plenty green acres
And easy wider papers
Got the OG game in me sega
Bulls verses lasers to the left
I played her, but you treat her right
Sucka what I get in one night
You wait a couple months for
You love her, I cut up
She woke and I was gone only weed crumbs on the cover
Yeah spitta get it like that
Just how I said it in my raps respect it don't I keep it real
Said I fuck you good and disappear, ain't that what I did?
Niggas talkin' down on the planes better shut up
I'm fed up, waitin' on valet to pull my vet up
You better get up
Trynna be cute bitch I'm a leave you
Her home girl she said "please" too,
She no crazy
[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Drunk nights goin' through my phone tryna figure out which one I want to get at
You already home cookin' and grindin' my weed for me, I just left the club but I'll be there in a minute
Take the lock off the door
And that way you won't even have to listen for me
Oh yeah, and leave some light on in the kitchen darlin'
I mess with the baddest hoes
Gotta go overseas to buy their clothes
Trees she got 'em rolled
Don't gotta deal with jealousy cause she not involved
Ain't trippin' on her man cause she got her own, yeah
Independent as can be still I'm the one they're calling
Be there then I'm in the wind no breakfast in the morning
Phil, I'm in and out like it's fast food
People get to know me say I'm more than just a rap dude
Pay the cost to be the boss - no tax due
Now my money feelin' like it's tattooed
[Chorus]
I guarantee you leave the club with us you won't be the same
They can't help it c'mon these bitches know it's The Planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say
That money will be seen, as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Curren$y:]
My car ride by without the boomin' system
I'd rather spend that loot on my engine
Oh, hail to the chief, I been one helluva indian
But settlin' in teepees ain't sittin' well with me see
I need plenty green acres
And easy wider papers
Got the OG game in me sega
Bulls verses lasers to the left
I played her, but you treat her right
Sucka what I get in one night
You wait a couple months for
You love her, I cut up
She woke and I was gone only weed crumbs on the cover
Yeah spitta get it like that
Just how I said it in my raps respect it don't I keep it real
Said I fuck you good and disappear, ain't that what I did?
Niggas talkin' down on the planes better shut up
I'm fed up, waitin' on valet to pull my vet up
You better get up
Trynna be cute bitch I'm a leave you
Her home girl she said "please" too,
She no crazy
[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Drunk nights goin' through my phone tryna figure out which one I want to get at
You already home cookin' and grindin' my weed for me, I just left the club but I'll be there in a minute
Take the lock off the door
And that way you won't even have to listen for me
Oh yeah, and leave some light on in the kitchen darlin'
I mess with the baddest hoes
Gotta go overseas to buy their clothes
Trees she got 'em rolled
Don't gotta deal with jealousy cause she not involved
Ain't trippin' on her man cause she got her own, yeah
Independent as can be still I'm the one they're calling
Be there then I'm in the wind no breakfast in the morning
Phil, I'm in and out like it's fast food
People get to know me say I'm more than just a rap dude
Pay the cost to be the boss - no tax due
Now my money feelin' like it's tattooed
[Chorus]
The Check Point lyrics - Curren$y
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeaaahhh bitch
The Jets and the Taylor gang
Champagne, paper planes
You already know what it is man
Young Khalifa, my nigga spitta
Yeah
Only living material, as long as the money straight they wanna see me fall
But I got a crib that's over looking the city though,
When a lot of bitches who wanna get in our videos
Ten to twelve hour long trips, bong rips
I ain't interested in what you sellin I run my own shit
Made it through a long list, did my all
Some will talk slick, but no contest, I'm dead stressed
That's why the bitches love me,
She leavin you to come where the liquor and drugs be
I'm glass floor now you passport and over seas we watchin the sun rise,
Smoke a joint out on the beach
Write my name in the sand, I
Never beena nigga who had a lucky nothin you can say everything I planned out,
Now stand out,
I fell asleep on the plane and woke up to people screamin my name
[Chorus:]
No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no,
I Nnever put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
I don' think it's wrong (Jets)
Doin a hundred but they tell me to take it slow (Nigga)
But I never put my foot on the break oh no (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh (Got your bitches slippin off their wedding rings)
[Curren$y:]
Livin the life is just me,
Some bitches my niggas in a crib full of vices
But I don't do drugs, just weed
Caution flags wave, and fuck it I still speed
And proceed to give them what they waitin for
Daytona 500 guess who lightin joints up in the race car
Play hard, but I work way harder to afford
Boats, put your women on the water let 'em boogie board
Slightly older still, sexy broad, think give me more
Just strip for me without the tease, give me more
Still rockin Golden Eye on the Nintendo 64
Sayin they don't make 'em like this anymore
Same goes for my whip, same goes for my kicks, rare
And I don't rush to the store, they save me a pair
Yeah, a nigga livin in the air
Spending more time in the clouds then I spend on the ground
Do the opposite, fuck takin advice from these clowns
That's why I mash the gas when they tell me slow down
Yeaaa
[Chorus:]
No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no,
I Never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
I don' think it's wrong
Doin a hundred but they tell me to take it slow
But I never put my foot on the break oh no
I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
Yeaaahhh bitch
The Jets and the Taylor gang
Champagne, paper planes
You already know what it is man
Young Khalifa, my nigga spitta
Yeah
Only living material, as long as the money straight they wanna see me fall
But I got a crib that's over looking the city though,
When a lot of bitches who wanna get in our videos
Ten to twelve hour long trips, bong rips
I ain't interested in what you sellin I run my own shit
Made it through a long list, did my all
Some will talk slick, but no contest, I'm dead stressed
That's why the bitches love me,
She leavin you to come where the liquor and drugs be
I'm glass floor now you passport and over seas we watchin the sun rise,
Smoke a joint out on the beach
Write my name in the sand, I
Never beena nigga who had a lucky nothin you can say everything I planned out,
Now stand out,
I fell asleep on the plane and woke up to people screamin my name
[Chorus:]
No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no,
I Nnever put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
I don' think it's wrong (Jets)
Doin a hundred but they tell me to take it slow (Nigga)
But I never put my foot on the break oh no (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh (Got your bitches slippin off their wedding rings)
[Curren$y:]
Livin the life is just me,
Some bitches my niggas in a crib full of vices
But I don't do drugs, just weed
Caution flags wave, and fuck it I still speed
And proceed to give them what they waitin for
Daytona 500 guess who lightin joints up in the race car
Play hard, but I work way harder to afford
Boats, put your women on the water let 'em boogie board
Slightly older still, sexy broad, think give me more
Just strip for me without the tease, give me more
Still rockin Golden Eye on the Nintendo 64
Sayin they don't make 'em like this anymore
Same goes for my whip, same goes for my kicks, rare
And I don't rush to the store, they save me a pair
Yeah, a nigga livin in the air
Spending more time in the clouds then I spend on the ground
Do the opposite, fuck takin advice from these clowns
That's why I mash the gas when they tell me slow down
Yeaaa
[Chorus:]
No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no,
I Never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
I don' think it's wrong
Doin a hundred but they tell me to take it slow
But I never put my foot on the break oh no
I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
All Over lyrics - Curren$y
("How Fly" version)
[Curren$y:]
Set, where haven't we been yet
Jet Set, where haven't we been yet
Jet Set, where haven't we been yet
Jet Set, where haven't we been yet
[Hook:]
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France and Japan
Anything for the grands, yea)
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole, anywhere in between, anything for the green)
Spitta, spend yen on bape
Red carpet, yo bitch my date
She throwin' the Jets in every pic we take
I upload em with a song on Nah Right today
Those niggas is not like the planes
Them hoes don't digg em, they tryna get on my team
And how can you blame, she know self preservation
The first rule, she know she'd die of boredom if she with you
While I'm sitting poolside looking real cool
With a Grape flavored 50 cent juice
Paid for one, the corner store lady gimme two
Nigga that's love, that's what I live on
Right before take off, twitter from the cell phone
Another show rock, more money got word to Chris and Neef
Can't stop won't stop, yea
[Hook:]
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France and Japan
Anything for the grands, yea)
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole, anywhere in between, anything for the green)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
C'mon, I go straight where the cash is
Heard about your last date being tragic
I know, my last tape was a classic
So all I hear now is paper or plastic?
Few Rosays, now you drunk saying boy
"why you in my face and you only want one thing?"
You wasting your time fucking lames
Only 2 things poppin, that's Jet Set and The Gang
Eating sushi, few groupies, new clothes and left over room keys
I want my good girl to smoke weed and love playing Nintendo Wii
And I got pictures in my cell phone, iChat
When I'm gone, land somewhere calling home
Put me right up where the best at
Nigga we Jet Set, so where haven't we been yet?
Yes
[Hook:]
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France and Japan
Anything for the grands, yea)
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole, anywhere in between, anything for the green)
[Curren$y:]
Set, where haven't we been yet
Jet Set, where haven't we been yet
Jet Set, where haven't we been yet
Jet Set, where haven't we been yet
[Hook:]
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France and Japan
Anything for the grands, yea)
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole, anywhere in between, anything for the green)
Spitta, spend yen on bape
Red carpet, yo bitch my date
She throwin' the Jets in every pic we take
I upload em with a song on Nah Right today
Those niggas is not like the planes
Them hoes don't digg em, they tryna get on my team
And how can you blame, she know self preservation
The first rule, she know she'd die of boredom if she with you
While I'm sitting poolside looking real cool
With a Grape flavored 50 cent juice
Paid for one, the corner store lady gimme two
Nigga that's love, that's what I live on
Right before take off, twitter from the cell phone
Another show rock, more money got word to Chris and Neef
Can't stop won't stop, yea
[Hook:]
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France and Japan
Anything for the grands, yea)
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole, anywhere in between, anything for the green)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
C'mon, I go straight where the cash is
Heard about your last date being tragic
I know, my last tape was a classic
So all I hear now is paper or plastic?
Few Rosays, now you drunk saying boy
"why you in my face and you only want one thing?"
You wasting your time fucking lames
Only 2 things poppin, that's Jet Set and The Gang
Eating sushi, few groupies, new clothes and left over room keys
I want my good girl to smoke weed and love playing Nintendo Wii
And I got pictures in my cell phone, iChat
When I'm gone, land somewhere calling home
Put me right up where the best at
Nigga we Jet Set, so where haven't we been yet?
Yes
[Hook:]
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France and Japan
Anything for the grands, yea)
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole, anywhere in between, anything for the green)
mixtape: "Fin..." (2008)
- Lysol lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
- The Explanation lyrics - Curren$y
- We Made It lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)
- Da City lyrics - Curren$y
- New Day lyrics - Curren$y
- 3AM lyrics - Curren$y
- Title Track lyrics - Curren$y
- The Only Thing That Matters lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Street Wiz)
- I Did It Myself lyrics - Curren$y
Lysol lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
("Fin..." Version)
[Sample - Jay Z & Lucifer:]
Jets nigga, where haven't we... uhh
Bitches know the Planes got it
F-I-N dot dot dot
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
That's Spitta Ain't it?
That nigga internet famous
Fresh while its painted
Pass the joint to the cat he came with
Speaking the codes
Landlovers don't know the pilot language
Everytime we hear you niggas bite our style we change it
Everytime you try to holla at a dime
She say she taken
And if you do get a bad one and bring her round us she's taken
These rappers is acting gay
6 degrees of seperation
I swear them niggas kicks like my Nike Air Bakins
I'm at the hobby shop
I'm in the R-I-C racing
Smashed my gas-powered viper and now I need a replacement
I got that to plu on pluto
That space shit
They must of told you not to say the "S" word in your raps cause we heard your joints you ain't say shit
Clear the lane
Make way for the planes bitch
You think she a model but to us she just a plain bitch
Your girlfriend will forever be The Planes bitch
[Lucifer Beat]
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Fly Society
Now its major league cash so them niggas call us bankers
Big bob marley blunts
We call them stankers
Hold the hood down so them niggas call us anchors
And ain't shit change
The judge still get the finger
Call up Mr. Robinson
They never see my angle
Out in Cincinnatti like I'm betting on the Bengals
Look how I stack my chips up like pringles
And they say I ask to ass I mean anal
And I bet I get paid far as the game go
Stack them all up until the singles
Back when they bumped Cutless Mindless and regals
My hoopgroup you gon hold like tivo
And jets fly the globe like beatles
Sharper than a razor
On point like needles
That word to my main mamacita
They used to laugh at me
Now I'm bumping through their speakers
Like "Hell yeah, feel getting that money legal"
[Lucifer Beat]
[Sample - Jay Z & Lucifer:]
Jets nigga, where haven't we... uhh
Bitches know the Planes got it
F-I-N dot dot dot
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
That's Spitta Ain't it?
That nigga internet famous
Fresh while its painted
Pass the joint to the cat he came with
Speaking the codes
Landlovers don't know the pilot language
Everytime we hear you niggas bite our style we change it
Everytime you try to holla at a dime
She say she taken
And if you do get a bad one and bring her round us she's taken
These rappers is acting gay
6 degrees of seperation
I swear them niggas kicks like my Nike Air Bakins
I'm at the hobby shop
I'm in the R-I-C racing
Smashed my gas-powered viper and now I need a replacement
I got that to plu on pluto
That space shit
They must of told you not to say the "S" word in your raps cause we heard your joints you ain't say shit
Clear the lane
Make way for the planes bitch
You think she a model but to us she just a plain bitch
Your girlfriend will forever be The Planes bitch
[Lucifer Beat]
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Fly Society
Now its major league cash so them niggas call us bankers
Big bob marley blunts
We call them stankers
Hold the hood down so them niggas call us anchors
And ain't shit change
The judge still get the finger
Call up Mr. Robinson
They never see my angle
Out in Cincinnatti like I'm betting on the Bengals
Look how I stack my chips up like pringles
And they say I ask to ass I mean anal
And I bet I get paid far as the game go
Stack them all up until the singles
Back when they bumped Cutless Mindless and regals
My hoopgroup you gon hold like tivo
And jets fly the globe like beatles
Sharper than a razor
On point like needles
That word to my main mamacita
They used to laugh at me
Now I'm bumping through their speakers
Like "Hell yeah, feel getting that money legal"
[Lucifer Beat]
The Explanation lyrics - Curren$y
Spitta nigga you know me or either you know of me
Witnessed traces of my swagger
But it was being presented to you by other rappers
These niggas is actors, consumed by their roles
Thinking that they are really that nigga they created in their fictitious lyrics
Perfect example given, of life imitating art
These niggas is lost in the sauce
I'm partying in a downtown loft
Thanking God that I'm finally getting on
And praying for the talented rappers who still off
What a nigga gotta do to get through?
Do I gotta record a verse in auto-tune too? Shit
Let me stay away from that
Before niggas misconstrue it and label this a diss track
These are just facts, spitta snap like a slim jim
You just realizing that I'm that nigga homeboy I been him
Could keep the mixtapes up month to month continuously
But I figured that my words would lose their validity
To the ingrates who don't appreciate my mixtapes
Taking for granted my rhymes
Because they hearing new ones all the time
I'm about to take a sabbatical dog
And let these late bloomers get hip to spitta's catalog
Real niggas I'm not turning my back on ya'll
Real bitches I ain't giving up on rap for ya'll
I'm just pausing for the people who slow
And let them learn the shit you already know
Muthafucka you know
Bitches know the planes got it
Jets nigga, where haven't we been yet?
My name is in the streets, my name is my name
Witnessed traces of my swagger
But it was being presented to you by other rappers
These niggas is actors, consumed by their roles
Thinking that they are really that nigga they created in their fictitious lyrics
Perfect example given, of life imitating art
These niggas is lost in the sauce
I'm partying in a downtown loft
Thanking God that I'm finally getting on
And praying for the talented rappers who still off
What a nigga gotta do to get through?
Do I gotta record a verse in auto-tune too? Shit
Let me stay away from that
Before niggas misconstrue it and label this a diss track
These are just facts, spitta snap like a slim jim
You just realizing that I'm that nigga homeboy I been him
Could keep the mixtapes up month to month continuously
But I figured that my words would lose their validity
To the ingrates who don't appreciate my mixtapes
Taking for granted my rhymes
Because they hearing new ones all the time
I'm about to take a sabbatical dog
And let these late bloomers get hip to spitta's catalog
Real niggas I'm not turning my back on ya'll
Real bitches I ain't giving up on rap for ya'll
I'm just pausing for the people who slow
And let them learn the shit you already know
Muthafucka you know
Bitches know the planes got it
Jets nigga, where haven't we been yet?
My name is in the streets, my name is my name
We Made It lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Spitta nigga any beat I get on I get off into my zone
Think we gotta 7 grams left of that zone
'Bout to call my girl and tell her bring another one from home
I get it on like the power button on the television remote
So hold roll with us or you choke on that jet smoke
Niggas know the jet smoke, the best from both coasts
I got plugs like an extension cord cause
Spitta bring it back like you fucked up my
Order at the drive through can a nigga really rap
Homie, are the Devils from Duke, Blue?
Ride off the block bitches try to jump in the sunroof (it's so true)
And I ain't got no feathers in my seat but that's your chick in my coupe
Nothin' but a G thing baby, two East side niggas going crazy
FS is the set we made it
Laughing at them bitch niggas they hatin'
[Verse 2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Trademark the force with me I'm dead eye
My flow priceless you can't cop it at Best Buy
And to the tech sign, ts just a test drive
Like a broke nigga trying to cop an X5
They waiting on me to drop, like the next live
I'm just smoking trine thinking of my next line
I'm so focused like professor x man
Kicks fire, wrist ice plus my neck shine
Yes I'm that fly, multiply 10 times
Divided by my swag and this is what you have
Foreign whips, chicks and a lotta cash
Big money sacks they looking like lotto bags
I'm blowing that fire weed we call it the hydro hash
Sports car trunk in the front two on the dash
I take off from run wheels and hella pass
Boat launch triggered ghost out like [?]
Nothin' but a G thing baby, two East side niggas going crazy
FS is the set we made it
Laughing at them bitch niggas they hatin'
Spitta nigga any beat I get on I get off into my zone
Think we gotta 7 grams left of that zone
'Bout to call my girl and tell her bring another one from home
I get it on like the power button on the television remote
So hold roll with us or you choke on that jet smoke
Niggas know the jet smoke, the best from both coasts
I got plugs like an extension cord cause
Spitta bring it back like you fucked up my
Order at the drive through can a nigga really rap
Homie, are the Devils from Duke, Blue?
Ride off the block bitches try to jump in the sunroof (it's so true)
And I ain't got no feathers in my seat but that's your chick in my coupe
Nothin' but a G thing baby, two East side niggas going crazy
FS is the set we made it
Laughing at them bitch niggas they hatin'
[Verse 2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Trademark the force with me I'm dead eye
My flow priceless you can't cop it at Best Buy
And to the tech sign, ts just a test drive
Like a broke nigga trying to cop an X5
They waiting on me to drop, like the next live
I'm just smoking trine thinking of my next line
I'm so focused like professor x man
Kicks fire, wrist ice plus my neck shine
Yes I'm that fly, multiply 10 times
Divided by my swag and this is what you have
Foreign whips, chicks and a lotta cash
Big money sacks they looking like lotto bags
I'm blowing that fire weed we call it the hydro hash
Sports car trunk in the front two on the dash
I take off from run wheels and hella pass
Boat launch triggered ghost out like [?]
Nothin' but a G thing baby, two East side niggas going crazy
FS is the set we made it
Laughing at them bitch niggas they hatin'
Da City lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
Yeah, turn it up a little bit
I remember this from the beginning of Menace II Society
I started wearing my socks high after that too
Spitta that nigga rap slow live fast
Six fo with the switch box under the dash
327 rat underneath the hood
Got it growling like something need to be in the woods
Just dipping through the city where the choppas fire
Young niggas on the set like they filming the wire
Seen my homeboy Dip last month got hit
With a shotgun blast but he survived the shit
Bitches talkin bout Spitta say the nigga so clean
I swear he got chlorine in his veins
Made my low low lean like it sip codeine
Executive suggest that Spitta better switch up his flow for the cheese
I don't comply and complain
They try to tempt me but I restrain
Refuse to compromise, I won't change
Like I vow to forever where the same thing, yeah
Yeah, turn it up a little bit
I remember this from the beginning of Menace II Society
I started wearing my socks high after that too
Spitta that nigga rap slow live fast
Six fo with the switch box under the dash
327 rat underneath the hood
Got it growling like something need to be in the woods
Just dipping through the city where the choppas fire
Young niggas on the set like they filming the wire
Seen my homeboy Dip last month got hit
With a shotgun blast but he survived the shit
Bitches talkin bout Spitta say the nigga so clean
I swear he got chlorine in his veins
Made my low low lean like it sip codeine
Executive suggest that Spitta better switch up his flow for the cheese
I don't comply and complain
They try to tempt me but I restrain
Refuse to compromise, I won't change
Like I vow to forever where the same thing, yeah
New Day lyrics - Curren$y
I would be pleased if you rolled my weed
Because I'm sober as a cobra
I'm sitting on the floor, you on the sofa massaging my shoulders
Only me and you and none of my homies coming over
Cause I already called and told them we'll be local until the morning
Pouring up mimosa, Tropicana and Don P
You drunk and full of weed and on E and horny and on me
I got that knockout, I beat it up until you fall asleep
Your home-girl been in these sheets before
Don't act like she ain't told you in the streets
He cool and calm but in the bed he so controlling
Said I'm something serious, and that's what got you curious
Your eyes are the windows to your inner thoughts
And darling, you got your curtains drawn back and your blinds up
Now I know there's nothing running through your mind
Beside the thought of pulling your thong to the side and letting me behind ya
Got a handful of that pretty hair and I hope it's yours
Cause I'm gon be pulling on it like it's tug of war
Bout' to fall from the bed to the floor
Tomorrow both of us will be sore, that's for sure
But I hope you ain't to hurt to fuck once more
And before we knew it, last night done turned into a...
Because I'm sober as a cobra
I'm sitting on the floor, you on the sofa massaging my shoulders
Only me and you and none of my homies coming over
Cause I already called and told them we'll be local until the morning
Pouring up mimosa, Tropicana and Don P
You drunk and full of weed and on E and horny and on me
I got that knockout, I beat it up until you fall asleep
Your home-girl been in these sheets before
Don't act like she ain't told you in the streets
He cool and calm but in the bed he so controlling
Said I'm something serious, and that's what got you curious
Your eyes are the windows to your inner thoughts
And darling, you got your curtains drawn back and your blinds up
Now I know there's nothing running through your mind
Beside the thought of pulling your thong to the side and letting me behind ya
Got a handful of that pretty hair and I hope it's yours
Cause I'm gon be pulling on it like it's tug of war
Bout' to fall from the bed to the floor
Tomorrow both of us will be sore, that's for sure
But I hope you ain't to hurt to fuck once more
And before we knew it, last night done turned into a...
3AM lyrics - Curren$y
Uh, Jets nigga
Uh, Jets nigga (yeah)
Nigga start I was sleeping
Yeah yeah... yeah
I got freaks in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
No disrespect to Snoop, I'm a switch it up
I get sleepy round 3am
I don't trust them hoes, somebody better come and pick them bitches up
I ain't bringing them home in my trunk
Oh grimy ass bitches, you know how they be
Riding in your shit, drop them off at your crib
Next minute you realise you missing CD's
Can't run G on the G
I know what it look like
Think you fast enough to pass me
Trying to pull the wool over my eyes
But I see the gimmicks, the whack lyrics
The shit is depressing, I came to fix it
Flow butter scream my raps over your biscuits
These niggas claim that their shit so sick
That they spitting, I must be immune to it
Cause I don't get it I talk that shit, I roll with it
I talk that shit, I'm smoking it
I talk that shit, I'm so immit
Yeah
Uh, Jets nigga (yeah)
Nigga start I was sleeping
Yeah yeah... yeah
I got freaks in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
No disrespect to Snoop, I'm a switch it up
I get sleepy round 3am
I don't trust them hoes, somebody better come and pick them bitches up
I ain't bringing them home in my trunk
Oh grimy ass bitches, you know how they be
Riding in your shit, drop them off at your crib
Next minute you realise you missing CD's
Can't run G on the G
I know what it look like
Think you fast enough to pass me
Trying to pull the wool over my eyes
But I see the gimmicks, the whack lyrics
The shit is depressing, I came to fix it
Flow butter scream my raps over your biscuits
These niggas claim that their shit so sick
That they spitting, I must be immune to it
Cause I don't get it I talk that shit, I roll with it
I talk that shit, I'm smoking it
I talk that shit, I'm so immit
Yeah
Title Track lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse:]
Streetcars banging up St. Charles
New Orleans is a work in progress
I can't afford to take the day off
My young niggas stacking up money off the eight balls
And they ain't never stepped in a pool hall
Shit's starting to break my heart
Cause I don't want that life for my niggas
I know we can be so much bigger
If the light got shined on my city
The world would be trippin'
Off how many talented people was in it
Other niggas had they little 15 minutes
And they ain't know what to do with it
But wait 'til I get it
I'm a stretch it like Armstrong
A million miles long
Plus, I'm a put a bunch of other niggas on
Spitta showin' love, he's far from selfish
I see a nigga strugglin', you know I'm a help him
Show my niggas how to go from ballin' to wealthy
And raise they kids up real nice and healthy
The streets so hot, all the road signs meltin'
I stay above that, I'm a fly ass falcon
Last night a nigga got clapped with a Magnum
The headshots made it look like Mahicans scalped him
My brother in the window with a chopper like Malcolm
While I'm in the homemade soundbooth rappin'
He say I got too much talent
And a flow that can change things
So that can make me a target of a hatin' assassin
Cause we done seen the worst of it happen before
The homie Slim got murdered right when he was about to blow
It's fear and loathing in the NO
Demons comin' from wild angles
The shit is wild dangerous
But I'm maintaining my cool like John Elway
Or Miles Davis
The first rap I wrote was five pages full of bullshit and lies
About me killin' niggas and flippin' pies
But when I got by myself, I found myself
And realized that if I was a child in these times
I wouldn't want to follow in the steps of these guys
Clown ass rappers
I'm waiting for the day that they primetime the realness
And sideline the whackness
The good niggas can't get in the real game
No matter how much promise we showin' at practice
Niggas listen to my mixtapes and jack my swagger
Get on TV with it, and then I gotta look at it
Good thing I got a sense of humor
So when it happens, I'm laughin'
They just makin' it more easier for me to travel on them
Run the snap on 'em, it's a wrap on 'em
Chronicles of a swag donor
Give five mics to the rightful owner
So we can wake hip-hop out of her coma
Spitta, yeah
[Outro:]
Just like that
Four months on the road, nigga
F.S., Jets
Yeah, where haven't we been yet
Shout-outs to Smash
Streetcars banging up St. Charles
New Orleans is a work in progress
I can't afford to take the day off
My young niggas stacking up money off the eight balls
And they ain't never stepped in a pool hall
Shit's starting to break my heart
Cause I don't want that life for my niggas
I know we can be so much bigger
If the light got shined on my city
The world would be trippin'
Off how many talented people was in it
Other niggas had they little 15 minutes
And they ain't know what to do with it
But wait 'til I get it
I'm a stretch it like Armstrong
A million miles long
Plus, I'm a put a bunch of other niggas on
Spitta showin' love, he's far from selfish
I see a nigga strugglin', you know I'm a help him
Show my niggas how to go from ballin' to wealthy
And raise they kids up real nice and healthy
The streets so hot, all the road signs meltin'
I stay above that, I'm a fly ass falcon
Last night a nigga got clapped with a Magnum
The headshots made it look like Mahicans scalped him
My brother in the window with a chopper like Malcolm
While I'm in the homemade soundbooth rappin'
He say I got too much talent
And a flow that can change things
So that can make me a target of a hatin' assassin
Cause we done seen the worst of it happen before
The homie Slim got murdered right when he was about to blow
It's fear and loathing in the NO
Demons comin' from wild angles
The shit is wild dangerous
But I'm maintaining my cool like John Elway
Or Miles Davis
The first rap I wrote was five pages full of bullshit and lies
About me killin' niggas and flippin' pies
But when I got by myself, I found myself
And realized that if I was a child in these times
I wouldn't want to follow in the steps of these guys
Clown ass rappers
I'm waiting for the day that they primetime the realness
And sideline the whackness
The good niggas can't get in the real game
No matter how much promise we showin' at practice
Niggas listen to my mixtapes and jack my swagger
Get on TV with it, and then I gotta look at it
Good thing I got a sense of humor
So when it happens, I'm laughin'
They just makin' it more easier for me to travel on them
Run the snap on 'em, it's a wrap on 'em
Chronicles of a swag donor
Give five mics to the rightful owner
So we can wake hip-hop out of her coma
Spitta, yeah
[Outro:]
Just like that
Four months on the road, nigga
F.S., Jets
Yeah, where haven't we been yet
Shout-outs to Smash
The Only Thing That Matters lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Street Wiz)
Yeah, Ooooohoohoohoo
(Welcome to the Winner's Circle, nigga)
[Curren$y:]
My girl kickin' a buzz in my ear, it's gon' snow
Guess I'll grab the white tee and the chinchilla coat
Game time, front row, court side
Lakers in the Eighties, baby- that's showtime
And I grind like Venture Trucks
That's a shout to my skateboard homies, what's up
Yeah, life is a bumpy road
But that money make the ride a lot smoother like shocks and struts
Yeah, shout out to my homie, Mr. Fab
Next time I'm in the Bay
We can smoke a hundred blunts on your school bus
F.S. Jets in God We Trust
Lame niggas lyin' to they bitches
Sayin' that they hang with us
We was in the same club
But that don't mean that you came with us
Better get it together
Can't be around duck-ass niggas
I'm allergic to the feathers
Yeah, it's whatever whenever
If the [?]
Result in me getting cheddar
From the very beginning, I just felt I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, Winning is the only thing that matters
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
[Street Wiz:]
Fly with the fliest
We comin' through the airwaves
Worldwide high sky Fly until the next day
Yeah, that money on my mind constant
I'm steady flippin' numbers
'Til I'm off my mind countin'
[?]
Swag off the chain
Go run and tell about it
We staring in the lane
F.S. Jet Gang
You can check the highlights
Look we live the High Life
You catch me on the cloud 9
With my brain soakin'
Focused in the game
Look I see the lane open
I'm going for the shot
Gain points 'til it's over
Forever gettin' mine
Look I'm clever with the grind
Check the safe place
Look it's lavish with the [?]
I'm runnin' outta time
But I ain't really trippin'
I gotta a lot left
To turn eternal work into some [?]
Yeah
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on the level
You are not competition, Just a step on my ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
(Welcome to the Winner's Circle, nigga)
[Curren$y:]
My girl kickin' a buzz in my ear, it's gon' snow
Guess I'll grab the white tee and the chinchilla coat
Game time, front row, court side
Lakers in the Eighties, baby- that's showtime
And I grind like Venture Trucks
That's a shout to my skateboard homies, what's up
Yeah, life is a bumpy road
But that money make the ride a lot smoother like shocks and struts
Yeah, shout out to my homie, Mr. Fab
Next time I'm in the Bay
We can smoke a hundred blunts on your school bus
F.S. Jets in God We Trust
Lame niggas lyin' to they bitches
Sayin' that they hang with us
We was in the same club
But that don't mean that you came with us
Better get it together
Can't be around duck-ass niggas
I'm allergic to the feathers
Yeah, it's whatever whenever
If the [?]
Result in me getting cheddar
From the very beginning, I just felt I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, Winning is the only thing that matters
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
[Street Wiz:]
Fly with the fliest
We comin' through the airwaves
Worldwide high sky Fly until the next day
Yeah, that money on my mind constant
I'm steady flippin' numbers
'Til I'm off my mind countin'
[?]
Swag off the chain
Go run and tell about it
We staring in the lane
F.S. Jet Gang
You can check the highlights
Look we live the High Life
You catch me on the cloud 9
With my brain soakin'
Focused in the game
Look I see the lane open
I'm going for the shot
Gain points 'til it's over
Forever gettin' mine
Look I'm clever with the grind
Check the safe place
Look it's lavish with the [?]
I'm runnin' outta time
But I ain't really trippin'
I gotta a lot left
To turn eternal work into some [?]
Yeah
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on the level
You are not competition, Just a step on my ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
I Did It Myself lyrics - Curren$y
New Orleans everyday all right [x3]
Cause they show love when I did it myself
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, park the car open the door slide my feet out
Sneak another pull in before I put the weed out
You know what I be bout Nike head but I own a couple pairs of Reeboks
Throwback, it's the Pump fury, now if it would please the jury
May I present the evidence that Spitter is hotter than whoever?
I call em common critters, I do not consider them competitors
I put em on ice like I'm dressing my bezel up
My bitch told me "Baby I think they scared of you"
I use they necks to build a ladder I step up
Sucka ass niggas thought they had me I crept up, and that's where they messed up
Don't e-mail or send a text message, if you wasn't around when a nigga was stressing
Talk your ass off but you can't lock my blessing
Every hurdle that I crossed I was learning a lesson
Putting off for my city like Jeezy and Kanye
My future so bright I limo tinted my shades
Helicopter shades fucking up my girls hairdo
Helipad on a Superdome roof yeah
New Orleans everyday all right
Cause they show love when I did it myself
[Verse 2:]
Uh, the hottest nigga in the street
You ain't gotta ask boss, 17 chevys
With my label advance cooler Hot Wheels off with my frosty hands them haters getting sick of you man
Bitches wanna save the last dance, I'm cool
My home boy Mel gave me these shoes, you crazy? won't fuck up these spikes for you baby
Plus these the red black and green ones, the mean ones I was watching MTV when I first seen them
Niggas ain't similar to the Hot Spitter or the way I sling these syllables
Fuck around with him and your condition will be critical
Jive ass niggas who talk that shit about the crew
Til I come around then they hit me with "What's happening fool?"
Get lost off a short cliff take a walk
Number crunch ball park figures
Bout to buy a major league ballpark nigga
I do it for my city cause my city made me realer
Curren$y da Hot Spitta if you know somebody sicka you better call the bioteam to quarantine that nigga
Cause they show love when I did it myself
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, park the car open the door slide my feet out
Sneak another pull in before I put the weed out
You know what I be bout Nike head but I own a couple pairs of Reeboks
Throwback, it's the Pump fury, now if it would please the jury
May I present the evidence that Spitter is hotter than whoever?
I call em common critters, I do not consider them competitors
I put em on ice like I'm dressing my bezel up
My bitch told me "Baby I think they scared of you"
I use they necks to build a ladder I step up
Sucka ass niggas thought they had me I crept up, and that's where they messed up
Don't e-mail or send a text message, if you wasn't around when a nigga was stressing
Talk your ass off but you can't lock my blessing
Every hurdle that I crossed I was learning a lesson
Putting off for my city like Jeezy and Kanye
My future so bright I limo tinted my shades
Helicopter shades fucking up my girls hairdo
Helipad on a Superdome roof yeah
New Orleans everyday all right
Cause they show love when I did it myself
[Verse 2:]
Uh, the hottest nigga in the street
You ain't gotta ask boss, 17 chevys
With my label advance cooler Hot Wheels off with my frosty hands them haters getting sick of you man
Bitches wanna save the last dance, I'm cool
My home boy Mel gave me these shoes, you crazy? won't fuck up these spikes for you baby
Plus these the red black and green ones, the mean ones I was watching MTV when I first seen them
Niggas ain't similar to the Hot Spitter or the way I sling these syllables
Fuck around with him and your condition will be critical
Jive ass niggas who talk that shit about the crew
Til I come around then they hit me with "What's happening fool?"
Get lost off a short cliff take a walk
Number crunch ball park figures
Bout to buy a major league ballpark nigga
I do it for my city cause my city made me realer
Curren$y da Hot Spitta if you know somebody sicka you better call the bioteam to quarantine that nigga
mixtape: "Fast Times At Ridgemont Fly" (2008)
- Intro lyrics - Curren$y
- Modern Day Hippie lyrics - Curren$y
- Roll My Shit lyrics - Curren$y
- Still That Nigga lyrics - Curren$y
- Fast Times lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mr. Marcelo)
- The Good Part lyrics - Curren$y
- Still Ridin' lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Street Wiz & Young Roddy)
- Summer Reading List lyrics - Curren$y
- Brett Favre lyrics - Curren$y
- Soundtrack To Success lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)
Intro lyrics - Curren$y
("Fast Times At Ridgemont Fly" Version)
This my favorite part though
Ohh shit, haha cause we know we finished
Yep, another month, another take
I could waste my time with bullshit instructions like, roll somethin' up or pour somethin' up
But if ya'll fucking with me you should already have it rolled up or poured up
Month six, Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly
Let my boy just talk for a minute
(Float on, Float on)
The Floaters if you don't know
Don't download it, buy it for real
Support real music
I give y'all enough free music
So y'all shouldn't have to pirate quality music
Cause I give y'all free quality music every month
This is month six... Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly
Trademark the Skydiver is at Subway diggin' the sandwitches
And Mr. Marcelo is sleeping on the floor
Dickies engineering the sessions, as he always does
Got his gray doorag on, it's hangin' in the back
I don't really agree with that, but it's alright I'm not really trippin'
Haha, and he's still upset that the Lakers lost
And even Brett Favre is fucking with the Jets
So we don't have too much to complain about
And I just dropped a roach in the Burger King cup I hope my brother won't drink from it
If so, you're skrewed
Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly...
This my favorite part though
Ohh shit, haha cause we know we finished
Yep, another month, another take
I could waste my time with bullshit instructions like, roll somethin' up or pour somethin' up
But if ya'll fucking with me you should already have it rolled up or poured up
Month six, Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly
Let my boy just talk for a minute
(Float on, Float on)
The Floaters if you don't know
Don't download it, buy it for real
Support real music
I give y'all enough free music
So y'all shouldn't have to pirate quality music
Cause I give y'all free quality music every month
This is month six... Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly
Trademark the Skydiver is at Subway diggin' the sandwitches
And Mr. Marcelo is sleeping on the floor
Dickies engineering the sessions, as he always does
Got his gray doorag on, it's hangin' in the back
I don't really agree with that, but it's alright I'm not really trippin'
Haha, and he's still upset that the Lakers lost
And even Brett Favre is fucking with the Jets
So we don't have too much to complain about
And I just dropped a roach in the Burger King cup I hope my brother won't drink from it
If so, you're skrewed
Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly...
Modern Day Hippie lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1 - Currensy:]
My satelite trippin', I watch TV at your girl house
My homies fell through, we had a smoke-out at your girl house
Dropped ashes everywhere, burnt holes in your girl's couch
Put a pillow over it
I was gone before she noticed it
Just a glimpse into the daily happenings
Of one of them flyest to ever try his wings at this rappin' shit
In love with the rap hustle, I never turned my back on it
I run after money that's why them bitches run after me
Whack rappers on a dope beat: simple battery
Hot Spitta on any beat: that's a fatality
Vicious how you do it? I don't know it just comes naturally
Spitters Spicoli, Zig-Zag
Rollin' with my Cali homies
My patience for the middle man has run out
Take me to the boss like the Mike Tyson code-own punch out
I'm really on my grind
You just lookin' for a ride
Like you standin' on the side of the road with your dumb mouth
[Hook x2 - Currensy:]
Spitta is chillin'
The Planes in the buildin'
The bitches like us cause they say we different
From all them other niggas say they just not with it
Smoke and make music, I'm a modern day hippie
[Verse 2 - Currensy:]
Still on my New Orleans shit, asthmatic
Spitta keep a bag of Dolium and some prolactin mist
I'm as vicious as it get
This is rap with rabies
I got a fetish for Chevy's created in the 80s
And you say you riding old schools too, you all mistaking
That's a 190E, just a old ass Mercedes
Know a lot of niggas hate me cause my pockets getting cakey
These fuck boys can't see the paper that The Plane see
Bumping Paper Planes by M.I.A
I'm partying in M.I.A
My bitches looking for me say I'm M.I.A
They trying to spy on me like the CIA
Call Cheaters on me, I just say "Homie"
Then I cruise the other way
[Hook x2]
My satelite trippin', I watch TV at your girl house
My homies fell through, we had a smoke-out at your girl house
Dropped ashes everywhere, burnt holes in your girl's couch
Put a pillow over it
I was gone before she noticed it
Just a glimpse into the daily happenings
Of one of them flyest to ever try his wings at this rappin' shit
In love with the rap hustle, I never turned my back on it
I run after money that's why them bitches run after me
Whack rappers on a dope beat: simple battery
Hot Spitta on any beat: that's a fatality
Vicious how you do it? I don't know it just comes naturally
Spitters Spicoli, Zig-Zag
Rollin' with my Cali homies
My patience for the middle man has run out
Take me to the boss like the Mike Tyson code-own punch out
I'm really on my grind
You just lookin' for a ride
Like you standin' on the side of the road with your dumb mouth
[Hook x2 - Currensy:]
Spitta is chillin'
The Planes in the buildin'
The bitches like us cause they say we different
From all them other niggas say they just not with it
Smoke and make music, I'm a modern day hippie
[Verse 2 - Currensy:]
Still on my New Orleans shit, asthmatic
Spitta keep a bag of Dolium and some prolactin mist
I'm as vicious as it get
This is rap with rabies
I got a fetish for Chevy's created in the 80s
And you say you riding old schools too, you all mistaking
That's a 190E, just a old ass Mercedes
Know a lot of niggas hate me cause my pockets getting cakey
These fuck boys can't see the paper that The Plane see
Bumping Paper Planes by M.I.A
I'm partying in M.I.A
My bitches looking for me say I'm M.I.A
They trying to spy on me like the CIA
Call Cheaters on me, I just say "Homie"
Then I cruise the other way
[Hook x2]
Roll My Shit lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Got niggas like, "Don't me and Spitta be rhymin' alike?"
Never, not on your life, you on thin ice
I'm at P.F. Chang's, I'm on shrimp fried rice
My name is my name, you know my name right
C-U-Double R-E-N-Dollar Sign-Y in the hell are we not signed
Your guess as good as mine, I gotta few offers
But you know how they do, they low ball ya
Izzle got a Impala
I'm a get one too cause I don't want to ask if I can borrow
His shit so I got my own
In front the club, block my car off with the cones
Don't let nobody get in my spot when I'm gone
I might come back around this bitch
Watch these hoes as they walk out
Tha'ts the only way to see what they really look like
Cause you can't trust the mother fuckin' club lights
I might, seek out something proper
Models twisted off Ciroc vodka
A fitted t-shirt, married to the Mob one
Kick game proper, super sky tops
Millionaire frames, tail blue aqua
Just my style, you can't ride in the Lotus
One question, baby can you roll this...
[Hook:]
I need a bad bitch to roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit
I can play the PlayStation while you roll my shit
Or I can write a rap while you roll my shit
I only let bad bitches roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
I'm in my '85 Chevrolet short bed
Bad as I want to, can't speed up
Cause the homegirl rolling the weed up
She roll 4 out a $50 bag of reefer
She called it the purple people eater
We got high started talking about threesomes
Told me about the time she was only fucking females
Broke it down into every single detail (Sheesh)
Babygirl save some of that for me
A day in the life of a New Orleans G
Don.t play with ya life in these New Orleans streets
I don.t start shit that.s why them girls love me
They know I'm chill, they know I'm real
Assassin with the gifts, Spitta dressed to kill
I will Pittsburgh steal your chick
But if she can't roll joints you can keep that bitch
[Hook:]
I need a bad bitch to roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit
I can play the PlayStation while you roll my shit
Or I can write a rap while you roll my shit
I only let bad bitches roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit
Got niggas like, "Don't me and Spitta be rhymin' alike?"
Never, not on your life, you on thin ice
I'm at P.F. Chang's, I'm on shrimp fried rice
My name is my name, you know my name right
C-U-Double R-E-N-Dollar Sign-Y in the hell are we not signed
Your guess as good as mine, I gotta few offers
But you know how they do, they low ball ya
Izzle got a Impala
I'm a get one too cause I don't want to ask if I can borrow
His shit so I got my own
In front the club, block my car off with the cones
Don't let nobody get in my spot when I'm gone
I might come back around this bitch
Watch these hoes as they walk out
Tha'ts the only way to see what they really look like
Cause you can't trust the mother fuckin' club lights
I might, seek out something proper
Models twisted off Ciroc vodka
A fitted t-shirt, married to the Mob one
Kick game proper, super sky tops
Millionaire frames, tail blue aqua
Just my style, you can't ride in the Lotus
One question, baby can you roll this...
[Hook:]
I need a bad bitch to roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit
I can play the PlayStation while you roll my shit
Or I can write a rap while you roll my shit
I only let bad bitches roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
I'm in my '85 Chevrolet short bed
Bad as I want to, can't speed up
Cause the homegirl rolling the weed up
She roll 4 out a $50 bag of reefer
She called it the purple people eater
We got high started talking about threesomes
Told me about the time she was only fucking females
Broke it down into every single detail (Sheesh)
Babygirl save some of that for me
A day in the life of a New Orleans G
Don.t play with ya life in these New Orleans streets
I don.t start shit that.s why them girls love me
They know I'm chill, they know I'm real
Assassin with the gifts, Spitta dressed to kill
I will Pittsburgh steal your chick
But if she can't roll joints you can keep that bitch
[Hook:]
I need a bad bitch to roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit
I can play the PlayStation while you roll my shit
Or I can write a rap while you roll my shit
I only let bad bitches roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit
Fast Times lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mr. Marcelo)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, JETS Nigga
[Mumbling] "These fast times at Ridgemont Fly " [x3]
YEAH, yeah, YEAH, Jets nigga Where haven't we been
Niggas thought that I would of fell off by now, but I didn't
I never run out of lyrics, I never run out of bitches
I never lost a race after I bought my crate engine,
Never forget a face, but names I don't remember sometime
Unless the Pussy was bomb, I gotta fly Asian model
She look like Mulan, she tattooed a airplane on her forearm
To show her dedication, you fuckin with the planes Ma
Can't fuck with them lames now, them niggas small change now
Ain't it different over here, ain't my diamonds way more clear
Them losers wifing prostitutes like Richard Gear in Pretty Woman
I just keep it movin in my retro number 3s, you remember the royal blue ones
I show you how to do it, rock quality selvedge, none of my sneakers got blue streaks on em'
Bumpin Notorious Big - Warning, hold on I hear somebody comin'
[Mr. Marcelo:]
I am that man from the interstates, doin' one seven eight
Bathing Apes to the pedal, I am on another level
Black on black insides hell yeah I'm in the dark
Four four bulldog full I will let it bark
Light tints, no incense, just weed smoke
Feelin like I'm ridin on water in the speed boat
Top back, gun cocked, just incase a hater run up on me
Bet this zombie gonna stop him like a stopwatch
I roll through every hood hell yeah I'm good
If not, I will make it jump like hopscotch
No doubt niggas, know bitches, know 'Celo
The definition of a nigga raised by the ghetto
Niggas say I been around, I say I'm a be around
Good smoke keep high, you will never see me down
Yeah, JETS Nigga
[Mumbling] "These fast times at Ridgemont Fly " [x3]
YEAH, yeah, YEAH, Jets nigga Where haven't we been
Niggas thought that I would of fell off by now, but I didn't
I never run out of lyrics, I never run out of bitches
I never lost a race after I bought my crate engine,
Never forget a face, but names I don't remember sometime
Unless the Pussy was bomb, I gotta fly Asian model
She look like Mulan, she tattooed a airplane on her forearm
To show her dedication, you fuckin with the planes Ma
Can't fuck with them lames now, them niggas small change now
Ain't it different over here, ain't my diamonds way more clear
Them losers wifing prostitutes like Richard Gear in Pretty Woman
I just keep it movin in my retro number 3s, you remember the royal blue ones
I show you how to do it, rock quality selvedge, none of my sneakers got blue streaks on em'
Bumpin Notorious Big - Warning, hold on I hear somebody comin'
[Mr. Marcelo:]
I am that man from the interstates, doin' one seven eight
Bathing Apes to the pedal, I am on another level
Black on black insides hell yeah I'm in the dark
Four four bulldog full I will let it bark
Light tints, no incense, just weed smoke
Feelin like I'm ridin on water in the speed boat
Top back, gun cocked, just incase a hater run up on me
Bet this zombie gonna stop him like a stopwatch
I roll through every hood hell yeah I'm good
If not, I will make it jump like hopscotch
No doubt niggas, know bitches, know 'Celo
The definition of a nigga raised by the ghetto
Niggas say I been around, I say I'm a be around
Good smoke keep high, you will never see me down
The Good Part lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
Yeah
These Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly [x3]
Jets, uh
[Verse:]
What you want to do?
Y'all want to be ballers, shot callers, brawlers
Who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers
This beat cool but let's skip to the good part
I'm that nigga
Been had lyrics since tapes
And the rise of the plane continues
It's Mr. Clean Kicks speaking
More dunks than the contest at NBA All-Star Weekend
Jodeci flow, I got the girl feenin'
Your ho keep my name in her mouth more than my semen
See man, you a little jackass like Wee Man
Louis Vuitton E-L-A-N high tops
High as hell
At a very posh Hollywood night spot
Celebrity bitches [?] in the club
They fight amongst the stars like Sky Fox
Cocky I'm not
But I do look down at you players in the game
Like I'm sitting in a sky box
I stop never
You rappers got a month to get your shit together
Yeah
Yeah
These Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly [x3]
Jets, uh
[Verse:]
What you want to do?
Y'all want to be ballers, shot callers, brawlers
Who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers
This beat cool but let's skip to the good part
I'm that nigga
Been had lyrics since tapes
And the rise of the plane continues
It's Mr. Clean Kicks speaking
More dunks than the contest at NBA All-Star Weekend
Jodeci flow, I got the girl feenin'
Your ho keep my name in her mouth more than my semen
See man, you a little jackass like Wee Man
Louis Vuitton E-L-A-N high tops
High as hell
At a very posh Hollywood night spot
Celebrity bitches [?] in the club
They fight amongst the stars like Sky Fox
Cocky I'm not
But I do look down at you players in the game
Like I'm sitting in a sky box
I stop never
You rappers got a month to get your shit together
Yeah
Still That Nigga lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, It's still FS nigga, Jet Set nigga
Rome my block west coast cell phone I got hoes locked
So my California visits be prop ass broads, with cannabis cards
Hard top like convertible cars, niggas thought I sold mine
Brother you out your mother fucking mind
I am still that nigga, wood grain wheels, still the Laguna SS
Freddy Kruger SB's on the gas I step, accelerating niggas get left, right
Try to gimmy crap mother fucker no dice, spitta snap like the back of my Bape hat
Don't ask where I got it I hate that, I'm connected people I get it where they make it at
At the Lakers game me and tk sitting adjacent to Jack, give them a couple seconds to compute that
This that spitter shit bitch don't confuse that
We have these other dudes rap peace and love hell raise uh uh dude
My straps cruising in my Escalade eating fruit snacks
I'm on my big kid shit got rich bought all the things I couldn't get when I wanted them
Got it all full of dimes and hundreds, I can only ride one of them
Back in the G they made fun of them now they labels telling em you need to do one with him, yeah yeah
Rome my block west coast cell phone I got hoes locked
So my California visits be prop ass broads, with cannabis cards
Hard top like convertible cars, niggas thought I sold mine
Brother you out your mother fucking mind
I am still that nigga, wood grain wheels, still the Laguna SS
Freddy Kruger SB's on the gas I step, accelerating niggas get left, right
Try to gimmy crap mother fucker no dice, spitta snap like the back of my Bape hat
Don't ask where I got it I hate that, I'm connected people I get it where they make it at
At the Lakers game me and tk sitting adjacent to Jack, give them a couple seconds to compute that
This that spitter shit bitch don't confuse that
We have these other dudes rap peace and love hell raise uh uh dude
My straps cruising in my Escalade eating fruit snacks
I'm on my big kid shit got rich bought all the things I couldn't get when I wanted them
Got it all full of dimes and hundreds, I can only ride one of them
Back in the G they made fun of them now they labels telling em you need to do one with him, yeah yeah
Still Ridin' lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Street Wiz & Young Roddy)
[Intro]
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I'm the hottest thing in the street
Ya'll ain't got nothing for me
Crib already off the hook, and I ain't talking about buyin' a book
When I say I'm about to add another story
Nigga in the club, twisted and bent
Bitches on my nuts like a socket wrench
To say that I spit, would make no sense
Do mixtapes for free, I made no cents
My pockets ain't hurting, I can flaunt my skills a little bit
Y'all thinking my money spent, but its in a vent
Spitta in a boot homie, that is an event
Spitta cop a coup, you niggas trying to rent
Bring these fool gazey ass niggas to the light
Prove they counterfeit
I am on my Puff Daddy thing
Make bad girls sing like Danity Kane
It's the fast life, word to the re-up game
Took a couple seats out the plane, made more room to dance
FS Jets got the world wide wingspan
Listenin' to nature, talk about Sega
Dream Cast NBA 2k until the plane land
And I still got the iceberg sweats, you see them
Money so old it should be in a museum
[Hook x2:]
And we still ridin', can't take nothing from us
The planes got it
Fast cars, fast women, fast dollars
Wouldn't give it up for nothing I promise
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And I'm a rinse it off if the money bloody
I'm sticking to the strip, dollar signs over bunnies
Raw the fly thief rock a Louis V skully
Ain't a better smell than new money
No shit, can I breathe I'm just trying to do yougin'
Scream 'Fuck the cop' refer to my nigga Tubby
Momma got back like a camera to Buffy
Old school gangster, word to that nigga bump me
And I'm all about the Benjamins, word to that nigga Puffy
Niggas gonna hate, but the bitches gonna love me
And now they want half of my cheddar, I find it funny
But I'm no fool, I know I get this chance once
So fuck a finger roll I'm going to hit a slam-dunk
Yeah Yao Ming, look how tall I stand up
I'm from trey first street baby, us niggas man up
Overnight look how shorty came up
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3 - Street Wiz:]
F.L.Y. Gang, we sitting from a range
High up up in the game, Spitta lead the way
While we running through the flames
The heat will never last, so we coming for the change
Non-stop hustle, but the muscle to the grain
Survival of the illest, jet gunning through the lane
Skyline living, hella smoking out my brain
But her focus, my pimpin' up on the poles up in the ring
Yeah nigga and I ain't even tripping on the weather
Whatever the degrees, its like I'm pitching for the cheddar
It's magic when you can see it sitting up my sleeve
And when the time is right, I'm going to shift it in the breeze
Money, cash, dough, It keep me lifted high for the ride
That's why the jets zipping past go
Catch me on another level, in my swag mode
Dougy Fresh dress, bitches on my tadpole, G
[Hook x2]
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I'm the hottest thing in the street
Ya'll ain't got nothing for me
Crib already off the hook, and I ain't talking about buyin' a book
When I say I'm about to add another story
Nigga in the club, twisted and bent
Bitches on my nuts like a socket wrench
To say that I spit, would make no sense
Do mixtapes for free, I made no cents
My pockets ain't hurting, I can flaunt my skills a little bit
Y'all thinking my money spent, but its in a vent
Spitta in a boot homie, that is an event
Spitta cop a coup, you niggas trying to rent
Bring these fool gazey ass niggas to the light
Prove they counterfeit
I am on my Puff Daddy thing
Make bad girls sing like Danity Kane
It's the fast life, word to the re-up game
Took a couple seats out the plane, made more room to dance
FS Jets got the world wide wingspan
Listenin' to nature, talk about Sega
Dream Cast NBA 2k until the plane land
And I still got the iceberg sweats, you see them
Money so old it should be in a museum
[Hook x2:]
And we still ridin', can't take nothing from us
The planes got it
Fast cars, fast women, fast dollars
Wouldn't give it up for nothing I promise
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And I'm a rinse it off if the money bloody
I'm sticking to the strip, dollar signs over bunnies
Raw the fly thief rock a Louis V skully
Ain't a better smell than new money
No shit, can I breathe I'm just trying to do yougin'
Scream 'Fuck the cop' refer to my nigga Tubby
Momma got back like a camera to Buffy
Old school gangster, word to that nigga bump me
And I'm all about the Benjamins, word to that nigga Puffy
Niggas gonna hate, but the bitches gonna love me
And now they want half of my cheddar, I find it funny
But I'm no fool, I know I get this chance once
So fuck a finger roll I'm going to hit a slam-dunk
Yeah Yao Ming, look how tall I stand up
I'm from trey first street baby, us niggas man up
Overnight look how shorty came up
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3 - Street Wiz:]
F.L.Y. Gang, we sitting from a range
High up up in the game, Spitta lead the way
While we running through the flames
The heat will never last, so we coming for the change
Non-stop hustle, but the muscle to the grain
Survival of the illest, jet gunning through the lane
Skyline living, hella smoking out my brain
But her focus, my pimpin' up on the poles up in the ring
Yeah nigga and I ain't even tripping on the weather
Whatever the degrees, its like I'm pitching for the cheddar
It's magic when you can see it sitting up my sleeve
And when the time is right, I'm going to shift it in the breeze
Money, cash, dough, It keep me lifted high for the ride
That's why the jets zipping past go
Catch me on another level, in my swag mode
Dougy Fresh dress, bitches on my tadpole, G
[Hook x2]
Summer Reading List lyrics - Curren$y
This time for all the marbles ya'll
If not now then when
Spit vicious and proud of it
In the future
My city will build monuments
Listin my accomplishments
Like the soles on my Jordan 10s
Rock the Ralph Lauren cardigan
2008 gone with the wind
Curren$y is starrin in major motion pictures
Life of the set
Killin em with the charisma
Fly private jets with the wifey
Continental for the side piece
But atleast it's first class shit
Bitches be happy for a shot
At that first class dick
Her carry on bag got the purp stashed in
Ride around blastin
Empty Delaware punch cans for the ashes
Serious as a heart attack
Doin my own thing
And ghost writin on the side
Homie try Cyrano de Bergerac
Better lookin
Hope I didn't go over your head
I read alot of books man
In the studio burnin the pound
Loakin on a plant of the Junior Brown
Make fly tracks
Those go to the Zune
Bumpin in the airport
Walkin with a Crooks & Castle duffle full of shoes
My girl got the roll away Lou
She hold a nigga down
So I lace her up
I drive her vet
And let her take my truck
Niggas mad
I see em every second
They turnin greener
The envy eatin em up
They gettin thinner
Stephen King writin
Keep the lame niggas frightened
Air Max 95s
Red & Green
NBA Live
Sega Genesis
OG
Nigga what you think this is
Straight up on the real pimpin'
Square biz
If not now then when
Spit vicious and proud of it
In the future
My city will build monuments
Listin my accomplishments
Like the soles on my Jordan 10s
Rock the Ralph Lauren cardigan
2008 gone with the wind
Curren$y is starrin in major motion pictures
Life of the set
Killin em with the charisma
Fly private jets with the wifey
Continental for the side piece
But atleast it's first class shit
Bitches be happy for a shot
At that first class dick
Her carry on bag got the purp stashed in
Ride around blastin
Empty Delaware punch cans for the ashes
Serious as a heart attack
Doin my own thing
And ghost writin on the side
Homie try Cyrano de Bergerac
Better lookin
Hope I didn't go over your head
I read alot of books man
In the studio burnin the pound
Loakin on a plant of the Junior Brown
Make fly tracks
Those go to the Zune
Bumpin in the airport
Walkin with a Crooks & Castle duffle full of shoes
My girl got the roll away Lou
She hold a nigga down
So I lace her up
I drive her vet
And let her take my truck
Niggas mad
I see em every second
They turnin greener
The envy eatin em up
They gettin thinner
Stephen King writin
Keep the lame niggas frightened
Air Max 95s
Red & Green
NBA Live
Sega Genesis
OG
Nigga what you think this is
Straight up on the real pimpin'
Square biz
Brett Favre lyrics - Curren$y
Yea... Yea... On Everything
It's just I know that bitch so cool...
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
In n Out
Rise and shine
Penthouse suite surrounded by dimes
All of em asleep, recoverin
From a wild night with my brother n them
Car blocked in, fuck it take my brother's benz
Thinkin bout scoopin up Chick-fil-A
'Till I remember they closed on Sunday
Ride up a one way
Same block where niggas hand off rocks like coach called the wrong play
Even Brett Favre rockin' with the Jets
Spitta in the mix like chex
Chex Mix in the bowl in the green room of the Conan O'Brien show
They say I'm up next
Ask Marc Ecko if my flow complex
Bitches I mold them like Play-Doh
Travel the globe like a crook ducking Carmen Sandiego
Crooks & Castles watch and frames, my crew neck by Play Cloths
See lames I push up on they hoes
Like "Mama what u doin with them amateurs?
You should be messing with a player of my caliber."
The difference between Rosé and Franzia
Month after month I always come back for ya
Look me in the eyes know what's looking back at ya...
Your opportunity to be a passenger
On a jet that's destined to land up top
You can roll, if not eat dirt while we laugh at ya
In n Out
Jets Nigga
It's just I know that bitch so cool...
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
In n Out
Rise and shine
Penthouse suite surrounded by dimes
All of em asleep, recoverin
From a wild night with my brother n them
Car blocked in, fuck it take my brother's benz
Thinkin bout scoopin up Chick-fil-A
'Till I remember they closed on Sunday
Ride up a one way
Same block where niggas hand off rocks like coach called the wrong play
Even Brett Favre rockin' with the Jets
Spitta in the mix like chex
Chex Mix in the bowl in the green room of the Conan O'Brien show
They say I'm up next
Ask Marc Ecko if my flow complex
Bitches I mold them like Play-Doh
Travel the globe like a crook ducking Carmen Sandiego
Crooks & Castles watch and frames, my crew neck by Play Cloths
See lames I push up on they hoes
Like "Mama what u doin with them amateurs?
You should be messing with a player of my caliber."
The difference between Rosé and Franzia
Month after month I always come back for ya
Look me in the eyes know what's looking back at ya...
Your opportunity to be a passenger
On a jet that's destined to land up top
You can roll, if not eat dirt while we laugh at ya
In n Out
Jets Nigga
Soundtrack To Success lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)
[Trademark the Skydiver:]
Been on some other shit
Fly clothes, expensive kicks
They say my swag immaculate
And I agree that's accurate
Fuckin hoes and stackin chips
Ice on my neck and wrists
Blowin down a pound of piff
Ridin round in foreign whips
Flyin saucer Porsche
Yea I call that bitch the aero ship
Hatas hatin on my click
And on the slick we loving it
This rap shit we runnin it
Niggas ain't fuckin with the planes
What you think we in the game for the fun of it?
Ehh
Nah, this the takeover
Burnin down your empire that's game over
Not J-I-double G-A Hova
But Skydiver the jet fighter
I'm so focused
28 bar inferno I'm flamethrowin
Nigga been potent way before the game noticed
And these rap niggas is bogus
Talkin reckless over tracks
But I fire back with pure perfection
Steps above clever
How I use my letters
But em together and send em out
Just like I'm textin a message
Diamond in the rough
Princess cuts on my neckless
I'm eatin Franklin for lunch
Purp blunts for breakfast
Your lil tips is brunch crumbs
I'm not impressed with
Hold On
Won't you give me a second to digest this
Then I shit on these niggas $pitta tell em!
[Curren$y:]
Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga
[Trademark the Skydiver:]
You should quit while you ahead with the bread
Just a suggestion
We scrape your whole plate
Then double back for seconds
If we getting cake is no longer a question
We still count loot up from last years investments
Ask your hoe
She know I'm one of the freshest out
I spit it out
Like my chest was congested
Let that bitch breathe!
[Curren$y:]
Nah Sky Diver let the bitch leave
Ol' raggedy broad I ain't never need
Bitches is on speed
Fuckin like rabbits
They hungry
Followin my carrots
Housed in my ring
Lookin like 46 upside down Cristal bottles sittin in a basket
UFC these beats
Any track can get its ass whipped
I am on my cheddar
All about checks like solecollector.com
Some of y'all ain't on that
Ya'll behind
Sucka niggas get on whacks in startin line
Fairy tale once upon a time ass niggas
Goin out they minds tryna out rhyme Spitta
Let that bitch breathe
No
Sky Diver knocked them out
I came through with the elbow drop from the top rope
Been on some other shit
Fly clothes, expensive kicks
They say my swag immaculate
And I agree that's accurate
Fuckin hoes and stackin chips
Ice on my neck and wrists
Blowin down a pound of piff
Ridin round in foreign whips
Flyin saucer Porsche
Yea I call that bitch the aero ship
Hatas hatin on my click
And on the slick we loving it
This rap shit we runnin it
Niggas ain't fuckin with the planes
What you think we in the game for the fun of it?
Ehh
Nah, this the takeover
Burnin down your empire that's game over
Not J-I-double G-A Hova
But Skydiver the jet fighter
I'm so focused
28 bar inferno I'm flamethrowin
Nigga been potent way before the game noticed
And these rap niggas is bogus
Talkin reckless over tracks
But I fire back with pure perfection
Steps above clever
How I use my letters
But em together and send em out
Just like I'm textin a message
Diamond in the rough
Princess cuts on my neckless
I'm eatin Franklin for lunch
Purp blunts for breakfast
Your lil tips is brunch crumbs
I'm not impressed with
Hold On
Won't you give me a second to digest this
Then I shit on these niggas $pitta tell em!
[Curren$y:]
Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga
[Trademark the Skydiver:]
You should quit while you ahead with the bread
Just a suggestion
We scrape your whole plate
Then double back for seconds
If we getting cake is no longer a question
We still count loot up from last years investments
Ask your hoe
She know I'm one of the freshest out
I spit it out
Like my chest was congested
Let that bitch breathe!
[Curren$y:]
Nah Sky Diver let the bitch leave
Ol' raggedy broad I ain't never need
Bitches is on speed
Fuckin like rabbits
They hungry
Followin my carrots
Housed in my ring
Lookin like 46 upside down Cristal bottles sittin in a basket
UFC these beats
Any track can get its ass whipped
I am on my cheddar
All about checks like solecollector.com
Some of y'all ain't on that
Ya'll behind
Sucka niggas get on whacks in startin line
Fairy tale once upon a time ass niggas
Goin out they minds tryna out rhyme Spitta
Let that bitch breathe
No
Sky Diver knocked them out
I came through with the elbow drop from the top rope
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