Car Service lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Clear the runway baby
I get money from Sunday to Sunday lady
Ohh behave I'm young, rich famous
Grinding, keep my pockets on Schwarzenegger
O.G in my Swisher so my blunt taste flavored, don't it?
Y'all niggas can get if you want it
Tryna catch a flight?
I'm in the back seat playing Xbox, car service just chillin'
Burners in the wall, money all through the ceiling
And Spitta on the phone, tell my dawg that we killin'
These fuckin blogs, they love a star and I'm flashin'
Life just like a movie
No casting. Ask if
The game been kinda slow but I'mma treat it like a Ashton
Pedal to the metal I'm mashin'
All we know is big money, medical weed, and fashion
So, try your best to imagine
Bro
I'm rollin up another one
Starring out this window, window, window, windowwww
They tellin me to change how I'm livin', but it's all I know
You see me in every city on my way out to another one, another one, another one, another ooonne
You find me anywhere that paper go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh
[Curren$y:]
Bong rips
Double S's with the floor shift
Windows 20/20 clear
Peep the 20's on the rear
Order the car service
If I feel as though I don't want steer
Bitches freeze in the Xenon headlights like a deer
But not out of fear, she looking cause its money over here
Shine from above these land lovers I'm a chandelier
My girl gotta pocket bubbler in her purse
She keep it G and pack the bowl with weed and let me hit it first
Ain't tryna be a hogg, dawgy all I want is what I'm worth
80 days, 80 stages baby all around the earth
Amazing race for the paper you suckas eattin' dirt
Chew some orbit gum, brush your teeth and scrape your tongue
Fresh as they come, second to none
Pretty woman flirt
Batting eyelashes they need guidance
Lace em up like my New Balance
And keep flyin'
The closest that you lames ever came
To the planes was a Palm Pilot
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm rollin up another one
Starring out this window, window, window, windowwww
They tellin me to change how I'm livin', but it's all I know
You see me in every city on my way out to another one, another one, another one, another ooonne
You find me anywhere that paper go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh
All Over lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
("How Fly" version)
[Curren$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
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
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
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)
The Check Point lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa:]
And we living material, as long as the money straight they wanna see me fall
But I got a crib that's over looking the city though
And a lot of bitches who wanna get in our videos
Ten to twelve hour long trips, bong rips
I ain't interested in what you selling I run my own shit
Made it through a long list, did my all
Some will talk slick, but no contest, I'm best dressed
That's why the bitches love me
She leaving you to come where the liquor and drugs be
I'm glass floor now you passport and over seas we watching the sunrise
Smoke a joint out on the beach
Write my name in the sand, I
Never been a nigga who had a lucky nothin' you can say everything I planned out
Now I stand out
I fell asleep on the plane and woke up to people screaming my name!
No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no
I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
I don' think it's wrong (Jets)
Doing a hundred but they tell me to take it slow (Nigga)
But I never put my foot on the break oh no (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh (Got your bitches slipping off their wedding rings)
[Curren$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 waiting for
Daytona 500 guess who lighting joints up in the pace 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, thank Demi Moore
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 living in the air
Spending more time in the clouds then I spend on the ground
Do the opposite, fuck taking advice from these clowns
Thats why I mash the gas when they tell me slow down
Yeah!
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 (Jets)
Doing 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 slipping off their wedding rings)
The Planes lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y:]
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$y:]
My car ride by without the boomin' system
I'd rather spend that loot on my engine
Oh, hail to the chief, I been one hell of an Indian
But settling in tepees ain't sitting' well with me see
I need plenty green acres
And EZ Wider papers
Got the OG game in me Sega Bulls vs. Blazers
To the left I played her, but you treat her right
Sucker what I get in one night
You wait a couple months for
You love her, I cut up
She woke and I was gone, only weed crumbs on the cover
Yeah Spitta did her like that
Just like I said it in my raps
Respect it, don't I keep it real?
Said I fuck you good and disappear, ain't that what I did?
Niggas talkin' down on The Planes better shut up
I'm fed up, waitin' on valet to pull my 'Vette up
You better get up
Tryna be cute bitch I'mma leave you
Her home girl she said "please" too
She no crazy
[Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y:]
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
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Drunk nights going through my phone
Tryna figure out which one I want to get at
You already home cookin' and grinding' 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
Fill, 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
[Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y:]
I guarantee you leave the club with us you won't be the same
They can't help it c'mon these bitches know it's The Planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say
That money will be seen, as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fly Niggas Do Fly Things lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Young Khalifa, man
How fly
We already a quarter pound in on this one
High you?
Yeah, we killing these blogs!
You already know my nigga
Ain't no turning back now
This shit on smash
Influenced by the reefer but I'm still positively speaking
Heading down to New Orleans fuck with Spitta for a weekend
Exotic bitches freakin', minks on the rug
I'm living Cliquot dreams, pouring drinks in the tub
One life to live, so I'mma live it up
Like you gotta pay for pussy, nigga
I don't give a fuck
Blow it on some new threads
Chickens give me new head
One look at my charm, they say I ain't doing too bad
My palms itching like you did when you rolled in grass
Flick another joint, I'm here but I just hope it lasts
On the beach with my amigos smoking hella Zags
Love the life we lead so we just make a toast and laugh
You say another day, I see it as another plane
Another dollar, another reason to ensure the fame
Every city they repping, they knowin' my name
We the Gang, Taylor-Jets painted on the wing
[Curren$y:]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Fly niggas do fly things
Smoking weed with your bitch is the song we sing
Fly niggas do fly things
On the road to riches and diamonds rings
Fly niggas do fly things
Take the pictures 'front the Chevy is the song we sing
Kids looking up to me cause I'm a G
Would it be cliche
To start my verse by saying something that I always say
The planes got it
I perfected my roll in the science of aeronautics
I swear on my soul I would never cosign no nonsense
Muscle car auction
I just cop it and then garage it
Wait on the night to set then really pop it and drive it
Bitches run on side it
Like those little Jamaican kids
Who saw that Benz with Buns and Ox inside it
Word to Wale, Spitta OT in DC for 4 or 5 days
I got enough pair of fresh J's in my Crooks bag
Smelling like a pound, TSA what they looking at
Wanna pat me down, came up with nothing cousin
Pull away from ground transportation puffin'
Baking kush berry muffins
Mind on a million, trying to get this shit is puzzling
In the grand scheme of things, where you sit in this discussion
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Fly niggas do fly things
My palms itching like you did when you rolled in grass
Flick another joint, I'm here but I just hope it lasts
On the beach with my amigos smoking hella Zags
Love the life we lead so we just make a toast and laugh
You say another day, I see it as another plane
Another dollar, another reason to ensure the fame
Every city they repping, they knowin' my name
We the Gang, Taylor-Jets painted on the wing
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Fly niggas do fly things
S.D.L. lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[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$y:]
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porche on my wall
Nigga I'm tryna come up on ya'll
Pop the trunk n front him my car, in front of your broad
She reconsidering her decision to fuck wit ya
I think it because of the
Possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside, front row of anything
Livin my life simultaneously in this dream
Shit goin so good I swear
Airplanes stack change wit the gang, Taylor
Wings spread over cities, leave shadows everywhere
I care less about industry mingling
Niggas was WWF wrestlers, court jesters and cross dressers
I got them cross-trainers, Nike, SB
Niggas can't fill my shoes I'ma nicer MC
I had a dream that I caked up
Tried to roll a joint, and count a million when I wake up
Jets, nigga!
[Wiz Khalifa:]
All of this smokin'
Oh you, got me thinkin'
And all of this dreamin', I'm supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don't know where I'm goin'
Cause I'm gone, on to
Show you succeeding
Yeah I've been livin', smokin'
Smokin' dreamin' livin'
All of this smokin'
Oh you, got me thinkin'
And all of this dreamin', I'm supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don't know where I'm goin'
Cause I'm gone, on to
Show you succeeding
Yeah I've been livin', smokin'
Smokin' dreamin' livin'
In The Middle lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Curren$y:]
It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang!
And I'm
Fuckin' with the Chronic 'cause the Chronic give me dopeness
Center of the camera focus
Once the car service doors open
I'm with a chick you only seen on magazine covers posing
I really know this bitch
I won't tell you I got it unless I could show you it
I'm not gon' tell you about it until I go through it
Formula One car, code word for solo whip
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you I'm cool
Weed lit
Lights flipped up on the Porsche
The same model Tony escaped from the club with
When them haters tried to knock him off
That's cold
Destroyer of the track I am Spitta Destro
You in the club line obeying the dress code
I drive by
Bitches making googley eyes
Google me Ma
I do that music so beautifully huh?
Believe that
JETS nigga retweet that
And In the Middle we stay calm we just drop bombs
In the Middle we stay calm we just drop we just drop
In the Middle we stay calm we just drop bombs
In the Middle we stay calm we just drop we just drop
[Wiz:]
Yeah
Gang
Plus
Planes
JETS Taylor Gang
You know the slang
Bad bitches feeding me champagne
Show up smelling like weed on the plane
People cut they eyes but they don't say shit
Rep Taylor Gang plus the Planes bitch
Polo Socks
Bad Bitches dig em 'cause they know the flow so hot
They be at my shows hoping one day they can meet us
And maybe we'll smoke
I ain't on no Hollywood shit
You sexy and know how to handle your weed?
You probably cook bitch
Bong rips send us to Hong Kong trips
My life is a movie stick to the script
Can tell that it's quality before it's lit
He is I and I am him
Some bitches a lot of weed and gin
Tattoos cover half my skin
Hoes scream Taylor Gang out they roof
Plus they love the JETS music
Uh huh yeah
Lemme hear it
Layover lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[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
Drunk Dialing lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Curren$y:]
Uh the club lite turn to sunrise
You know I still ain't done right
Skip my place and take you to yo crib
Im trynna roll a mega joint, raid yo fridge
You got the ps3 you love yo kid
Ima play his shit since he not here
And I still got a fetish for other niggas hoes
Still keep the tooth brush in my car
With some basketball shorts and a charger for my phone
You never know what will happen, spontaneous action
In the city of the Mardi Gras parades and gun clappin, quarterbacking
Not the center but I'm snapping bongs
Shorty don't be smoking like that she grown
Leon Phelps, Hugh Hef grotto flow
Boogie nights at the roxbury, Which way should we go huh?
6 in the morn'
But I don't wanna go home
So im driving from the club alone
Hoping one of these hoes answer they phones
(Got these bitches slippin' of they wedding rings)
(Its the planes and the gang)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah, 6 am chicks we slay them
Knowing favorite songs picks we play them
I ain't on some oh I'm just some big star shit, but tell you I sure afford it
My lifestyle, all the visuals are gorgeous
Spend nights out couple bitches at the fortress
Got all these lil hoes addicted, cause if it ain't broke then its rich bitch
I'm ridin' in my ride getting lifted
Thinkin' which chick I'ma Bruce Lee kick with
I roll another joint then start my mission
And hella watch her watch my prevision
Need a nigga that don't care what it cost him
Say you scared of heights but admit the view is awesome
And the weathers great, roll another plane, celebrate
And I'm in the sky so she ask me how I'm fly
[Curren$y:]
6 in the morn'
But I don't wanna go home
So im driving from the club alone
Hoping one of these hoes answer they phones
(Got these bitches slippin' of they wedding rings)
(Its the planes and the gang)
How Fly lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Curren$y:]
Uh, jets, nigga, now where haven't we?
Taylor Gang, stay rollin' up them paper planes
Yeah, yeah, jets, nigga, now where haven't we?
And I'm tryin' to get Grease to smoke joints, man
Tryin' to convert him to EZ Widers or Zig-Zags
Before I get back to New Orleans
Uh, how fly, yeah (How fly), yeah
Uh, same nigga that I always been
Mets hat with green under the brim
I shop in bulk, my closet a vault
Gettin' dressed, sippin' Rose' & OJ, light pulp
Lookin' like myself in my old Easter photos
Socks and my rugby is Polo
Stop, freeze, on three's my low low
Airplanes, dollar signs on tees, my logo
Kush smokin' circles in my dojo
Sneaker collector, I bring 'em out, kid
Kicks all over the crib, roundhouses
Uh, fuck you talkin' 'bout, Willis?
Yo' bitch fuckin' wit' Spitta 'cause she like her stroke different
Celebrate the moments of your life
We party all night (Uh), smoke all day (Yeah)
Breakfast in the airport, get drunk the whole flight, yeah
[Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa:]
This is how we do (How we do)
Everyday chase money, make bitches chase you (Chase you)
Nigga, this is how we do (How we do)
Race to the club, hop out and valet the coupes (Valet the coupes)
Nigga, this is how we do (How we do)
Under the shade of the good trees, we stay cool (Stay cool)
Yeah, yeah, and if the bitch can't roll weed (Uh)
No need to bring her through (Uh)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
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, flyin' private when I leave
I'm chillin', two pretty women who speakin' Japanese, nigga, please
I'm sellin' out concerts, some 501 pants that sag
Zig-Zags and my Converse
Spitta to my left, let him hit the bong 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'ma 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 would never do it again
[Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa:]
This is how we do (How we do, haha, yeah)
Everyday chase money, make bitches chase you (Chase you)
Nigga, this is how we do (How we do)
Race to the club, hop out and valet the coupes (Valet the coupes)
Nigga, this is how we do (How we do)
Under the shade of the good trees, we stay cool (Stay cool)
Yeah, yeah, and if the bitch can't roll weed
No need to bring her through
Friendly lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Currens$y:]
Yeah, jets nigga
The planes and the Taylor Gang, man
Lamborghini wings and champagne
Jets and Monsta Beatz
Bitches, now Taylor Gang that
Bitches, now Taylor Gang that
Jets, holla at Wiz
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not really, but that's the way the weed got me feeling
Gondola rides in Venice
Mami you got the vision and I see in HD
And it couldn't be any clearer
You should be with Spitta
And you know that this your chance
Don't blow it like birthday candles
Good guy Spitta keep his name outta them scandals
It's not a secret, I prefer my girls in sneakers, never sandals
Posing naked in only a pair of Nike Vandals
Bottles pop, back to back
Extra large chronic sack
Cellphone, camera's out
Mama I remember that
Anytime I look at that
I go to wondering where you at
So baby where you at, with it
I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
And maybe we get back up in a minute
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying over seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying on the seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Listen, if you with it, get in
What you sippin'?
Hit it out of the park
That's if you pitchin'
First you look at me wrong
Like uh-uh, no he didn't
Then you turn into Robin on me
You start to give-in, get it?
By the beach, watching tennis
Crack another bottle of Pérignon
Louis V carry-ons when you visit
Sending all them signals in your sidekick sentence
Then I reply, like "Be there in a minute"
Just put me and Curren$y on your friend list
The weed come from a village
Truck tire, sour diesel scented, that's real shit
From smelling this she wanna see how the cigar taste
We lighting reefer, bumping 808s and heartbreaks
Skinny broad, but out them jeans she got a heart shape
Skip the movie date and take her to the horse race
And let you bet it all, keep the winnings
Young entrepreneur, give you the business, dig it
(Yeah)
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying over seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying over seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)
The Life lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah
It's Young Khalifa man, Curren$y the Hot Spitta
Look in the mirror man, ask yourself one thing
How Fly, yeah
Foot on the gas, I'm fast living, picture me
I ain't have no pot to piss in now I'm checking bags
Chief and hash with politicans, helicopter pads
Some hoes to get to know and hella Zags, no tags
I ain't one to brag, but if you ain't trying to hear
About the money drugs and women then I ain't one to ask
Smoke so much that I'm going brain dead
Hoes mad at me cause my phone's off until my plane land
I tell her whoa, slow down baby
And Spitta with me, it's enough to go round lady
You drive by, I give her wings Redbull and Jim buckets
A couple of paper planes
Broadcasting my name over Internet airwaves
Bitches hear me on Twitter put my music on there Myspace pages
If you smoke then roll up and play this
Me and Hot Spitta come where the planes is
[Curren$y:]
She said she wants to sip Clicquot on my living room floor
Smoke weed hang with other famous people I know
Gain access to exculsive places I go
Lavish and dangerous, this the life I chose
But I wouldn't change it for nothing
Sex, money and drugs, runways, sports cars, and luggage
Better to be somebody for one day
Then to be a nobody for your whole life so fuck it
Yeah get the cork out the bottles
Put the purp in the easy wider
Spitta in the house, hide your lighters, I take 'em
A case of mistaken identity
My bad fool I could of swore I brought this one in with me
In the cinnamon interior
Not tinted early 80's box Chevy with a Crate engine
Hijacking your women, you left her unattended
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fly when I'm on that liqour
The way of the samauri, I got my chi centered
Sharp as blades, these bars I lay
Forever the player and never played
I slay them bitches I never save
Bomb ass trees they get blazed
Palm trees we use them for the shade
What else can I say I got it made
Like I had it built, Taylor Gang or get killed, yeah
Surface To Air lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
Jets nigga now where haven't we
They look up to jets nigga now where haven't we
Fuck boys wondering if the bitch next
Ask yourself
How fly
The planes and the Taylor Gang
[Curren$y:]
Haters stand clear of em
Y'all stand cheer for em
Shook away from lames and over came let's hear it for em
Zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to em
Outta nowhere air hare Jordans
Kicked up sitting behind a mahogany desk
Crumbling 'erb just as Big Boi and Andre would suggest
Flow sick need a check up
Flow sick that's how I got my checks up
Bad bitches gold digging lame niggas
Out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
Then slide through the set and fuck the JETS cause she respect us
You think you got a winner but you don't I bet she let us
Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup, the works
Driving in a Aquifina truck to the club
Cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test dummy honey need a helmet cause she jumping head first
It's amazing how I get so high and stay so down to Earth
Ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Old sucka-ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself
Cause ain't nobody fucking with us
You didn't put a hundred on it then you can't hit it
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting
Yea it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
Lame niggas putting locks and chains on they bitches
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Smoke filled rooms
Camera lens zooms from a mile away you can smell the fumes
College girls play me in their iPod or Zune
Even bitches with bad attitudes bumping to our tunes
They high maintenance
Give em wings let em fly places
Introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers
Rolling in lime papers and Randy's
Smoking out somewhere where the sand be
Plan B killing these kids
Not Michael Jackson
I ain't feeling these kids
And you hating such a shame that's where your energy is
I'm in a Gfizz flying
Leave your bitches with the planes now she sky diving
Hella vibing
And your hating adds just more steam
More chips now I'm living more Rothstein
So for every thing it's worth
I travel all four corners of the Earth putting in work
Ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Old sucka-ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself
Cause ain't nobody fucking with us
You didn't put a hundred on it then you can't hit it
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting
Yea it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
Lame niggas putting locks and chains on they bitches
Over The Building lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
I'm in the air
All I want is the money and I see it so clear
Weed in my grinder
Mind on a million
Taylor Gang on The Planes
You know we over the building
If they ask me how fly
I'mma tell ya
If you recognize game I should be looking familiar
If they ask me how fly
I'mma tell ya
If you reconize a g I should be lookin familiar
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Party and chillin and fast livin how im suppose too
Not the choices given I chose too
Leave the club with a couple of hoes who
Love to smoke trees
Rolling in e-z wider papers
Maintain a low speed
Now should I proceed
Come from a city where niggas ain't got a lot
But got it locked
So I be low key
Money hoes clothes is all a nigga knows
Don't bring a nug
I blow it by the O
I hit the road
Cause shit is exactly how it seems
While cats been sleeping on me I been livin out my dream
The marijuana is loud but my sorroundings are serene
I'm laughin and smoking hoping my camera catch the scene
Fresh up out the plane
Flick another paper
Shorty wanna ride with me
As bad as I wanna taker her
Put you in demand
Bitches taking flicks with the planes
And send them to their friends
Weed to grind mind on a million
And we over the building
I'm in the air
All I want is the money and I see it so clear
Weed in my grinder
Mind on a million
Taylor Gang on The Planes
You know we over the building
If they ask me how fly
I'mma tell ya
If you recognize game I should be looking familiar
If they ask me how fly
I'mma tell ya
If you reconize a g I should be lookin familiar
[Curren$y:]
And I'm livin like a balla loc
I'm having money and blowing hella chronic smoke
Did we just become best friends with these hoes on a boat
Well probably so
But we don't love them no
Only can cake causes my heart to palpitate
Darling
Clean that money
Keep this dirty ball revolving
No pausing
I get too high to have downtime
No matter what your watch say nigga it's my time
I hear them critics right now
"All them fools make is weed songs" blah blah blah
You sound like a sucka
Tune ya out
As I'm tuning up my chevelle
This weekend I'mma pull it out
Lay some rubber down slanging rocks everywhere
People mad as a mothafucka
But he jet connected so they know they can't touch em
Airborn from here on been sworn in
Fat pockets cause I took chance even when they were slim
I'm in the air
All I want is the money and I see it so clear
Weed in my grinder
Mind on a million
Taylor Gang on The Planes
You know we over the building
If they ask me how fly
I'mma tell ya
If you recognize game I should be looking familiar
If they ask me how fly
I'mma tell ya
If you reconize a g I should be lookin familiar
Rollin Up lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
And I'mma keep rollin' up
Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up
Fool all I know is go
Don't let them haters slow me up
Stashing for my unborn
They ballin' when they old enough
[Curren$y:]
Yeah J.E.T.S., nigga
As if I had to say it, Spitta
In the middle of every bad bitches playlist
ITunes bangin' from my hotel room
Nothing but beats bitch
Fuck it when I die I could sleep, bitch
My momma need a bigger crib so I need this money Jake
King Kong ain't got shit on me
My face is a coupon
I don't know them but they know me
Bitches pitch it, like pitchers
But I'm smart not a wild swinger careful at what I'm hittin'
Burners in the sofa cushion careful where you sittin'
Ain't into nothin' crazy
Keep it for them crazy niggas
G fizz fly, holla at Wiz, catch the Steelers
Smellin' like high-time at the fifty-yard line
Ushers bugging wanna check our tickets
And I'mma keep rollin' up
Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up
Fool all I know is go
Don't let them haters slow me up
Stashing for my unborn
They ballin' when they old enough
[Wiz Khalifa:]
And um, my niggas the planes back
Gettin' full off of dinner but save scraps
Never know when a rainy day may hap-
-Pen pictures out of my life and bitches, I Taylor gang that
Me and spitta, spend a grand at the bar
Buyin' drinks for my niggas
Hoes sellin' they souls just to be with us
On the road with winners, champions
Ride smokin' weed to myself the only reason they stress
Because I'm on the level you can't be in
And I flick the middle finger to fake friends
We live like when the loyalty is strong you can't bend
We the planes and all of my niggas stamped in
Billionaire clothes out in Vegas fucking millionaire hoes
I'm in the air solo
You nowhere near close
Went and took the road this young'un here chose
Smokin' it by the O
A Kid From The Town lyrics - Nym Lo, Statik Selektah & Curren$y
Once upon a time not long ago
There was a kid from the town that wanted all the dough
Money bags, champagne, cars and clothes
So sit back and listen to the song he wrote
(Once upon a time)
Sit sit back and listen to the song he wrote
(Once upon a time)
Here we go
Back when 50cent dropped how to rob
I was trynna whip exotic cars out a jar turnin powder hard
In and out the projects
Grew up every day strugglin so I had a complex
Ha ha yes
Activate the heated steering wheel plus the seats and watch it heat up the arm rest
I get in the car and dash like Kan West
Headed north
Champagne popped the cork top is off
Not bad for a high school drop out
Pockets full pullin the drop out
32 oz tomahawk from the Brooklyn Chop House
I used to serve fiends in the trap house with my strap out
Now the wrist like Aspen they need Asprin they head hurt
Dior on my jacket and my sweatshirt
Trynna come up I was servin them the wet work
Stackin loaf increasing my net worth
Lo
Once upon a time not long ago
There was a kid from the town that wanted all the dough
Money bags, champagne, cars and clothes
So sit back and listen to the song he wrote
(Once upon a time)
Sit sit back and listen to the song he wrote
(Once upon a time)
Here we go
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Michael drivin his Ferrari to the United Center
Another day at the office the crowd applaud when the bosses enter
Livin the life of sinners though we are born winners
Full length furs preparing for a long winter
Prayin for strength praying for forgiveness
Survival of the fittest
Mercedes AMG kitted bbs rimmed it
Didn't tint it
Sitting back in it reminiscin bout how we did it
Live to tell the story but we ain't sayin shizzit
East side all the time nigga know the business
If we involved in it
It's gotta be the biggest
Marijuana scented
But that should be a given
Cost a half a million
Loan it to my homies like it's just a rental
But I cashed out on the spot
The whole car lot witnessed
The dealer wanted to take a picture
Nigga
Once upon a time not long ago
There was a kid from the town that wanted all the dough
Money bags, champagne, cars and clothes
So sit back and listen to the song he wrote
(Once upon a time)
Sit sit back and listen to the song he wrote
(Once upon a time)
Here we go
After Hours lyrics - Young Roddy, Curren$y & Smoke DZA
Trynna drink away my pain, that made me throw up (throw up)
They shot my nigga in the back, that made him slow up (slow up)
Might let my bitch drive while I roll up
My brother fighting a charge but we don't fold up (we don't fold up)
My girl say she scared for me, I just tell her pray for me (amen)
OG had to pay the lawyer fees with cocaine money
Forty years flat, two of my niggas got the same number
Heart turned cold, damn look at what the game done ya
Might cop the Wraith, the double Rs on the headrests
For mama because she worked too hard, the doc said she needs bedrest
Really from the hood, I take you spots where they be spraying at
Where I lost my mans at, sold my first grams at
Them goons get the drop on your spot and it get ransacked
Fresh up out the gutter where they shootin and throwing hands at
Crabs in a barrel, never let them fuck your plans up
Mother fuck the cops, them crackers shooting us with our hands up
Dope boy, might just pull up on you in a Lamb truck
Rule 1, if you get caught, don't give your mans up
We don't play no zones around this bitch, ya gotta man up
Ball like I'm Bradley Beal on a bitch, and one
Gun smoke, cocaine, that's the shit we came from
Learned from my pop mistakes, try not to make the same one
Never wife a bitch, them hoes will leave you when the rain come
When them chopper bullets rain, it'll stain something
Fuck around and I aim at your kingdom
Niggas ain't dumb
Look, they tried to pass it off to them other niggas, we ain't them
Real niggas rep around the globe where we came from
Route sent a kite, I'm like say when'
He knows his nigga DZA get it shaking like a paint can
Know some niggas hating on the net through on their fake grams
Really they be pussy and they really be confused cuz they fans
Pardon the fallen, pardon me darling
I ball, I belong in the Barclay, the Garden
The Harlem bred, they aren't us
This thing of ours belong to us, it's all in trust,
Chronic and foreign trucks
With all the feats, all our retreats
Jewelry, expensive feets
Women wearing the least
Pose another selfie for the freaks
Rollin up the hottest thing smoking in the streets
Dope boy, might just pull up on you in a Lamb truck
Rule 1, if you get caught, don't give your mans up
We don't play no zones around this bitch, ya gotta man up
Ball like I'm Bradley Beal on a bitch, and one
Gun smoke, cocaine, that's the shit we came from
Learned from my pop mistakes, try not to make the same one
Never wife a bitch, them hoes will leave you when the rain come
When them chopper bullets rain, it'll stain something
Tires wet like they black glass
Trunk in the front, motor in back, you know it's fast
I could teach a class, but that's too much game
For me to lands two semesters, you'll need so many life lessons
You'll need to sit down for so many sessions
Them losses that I took was really blessings
Above my shoulder is my sharpest weapon
Like a Smith and Wesson killing beats and bring them checks in
I done turned into a bill collector
I bought a office space, I'm waiting on the building inspector
Get these permits, these licenses, then it's back to balling out and buying shit
Always knew I'd be rich, ain't know which woman I would end up with
Player for life, bitch I'd never quit
And on my Tre first homeboys I would never switch up
That's that sucka stuff, that's not for us
I hit Rolls Royce dealer, got a coupe and a truck
Eat my dust
Dope boy, might just pull up on you in a Lamb truck
Rule 1, if you get caught, don't give your mans up
We don't play no zones around this bitch, ya gotta man up
Ball like I'm Bradley Beal on a bitch, and one
Gun smoke, cocaine, that's the shit we came from
Learned from my pop mistakes, try not to make the same one
Never wife a bitch, them hoes will leave you when the rain come
When them chopper bullets rain, it'll stain something
Editorials lyrics - Jay Worthy, Harry Fraud & Curren$y
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
Blood Orange Pellegrino match the flame Buick Regal
The way I play the Vegas strip, you would think I'm Bugsy Siegel
This the rebirth of Max Julien, I'm far from a Hooligan
A soft spoken gentlemen, who got a few lady friends
SL Mercedes Benz, that's just for the weekends
The fruits of her labor, what she did for a Mac then
Electric blinds sliding down the windows at the Bel Air
Room Service, Champagne bottles in the hot tub
Private suite, told her book that shit for another week
Egyptian cotton pillow sheets, nothing but the best for P
Funny thing is, a nigga live right up the street
Close to the Palisades, but I can't give too much away
They follow niggas home, and leave 'em soaking in they driveway
That's why you'll never catch me hanging with a bitch up at my own place
Fuck a stash in my ride, it's in my lap when I slide, mane
'Cause nowadays, you gotta be the first to squeeze your shit, gang
Editorial, how the story go?
It was the beat or me, I can't be sorry fo'
Moving on our road, like dice across the globe
On ice, yellow gold Millionaire, mellow flow
Professional Camaro, pedal steppin' on
This the '90, my other one a '81
I'm seconds from the top, where haters come
Gunning for your spot, you gotta watch out, my nigga, and wait for them
Sure as the morning will bring us the sun
Them niggas hungry, and they want it
But them niggas don't want to work for nothin'
But they lurk in the shadows
They wait until you look too comfortable, then they decide to attack you
The fact them niggas coming for you just look bad for you
But you can't let no fuck shit happen too you
High Grade lyrics - The Yutes & Curren$y
Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more
Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more
We came from nothin, came so far
Link up the plug on the herb farm
Tell him that I'm gonna need the greens
Cuz him know seh it keep the world calm
We use to use dream and watch the stars
Them know the yutes they know who we are
We came from nothin turn it to sumn put that on world star,
I cannot leave all my people they know that I'm with them foreal
Ain't none of these niggas my equal if you'r not grinding foreal yeah
Cuz I'm high like a space ship
Go where ever it's takes me
My heart never racing (yea aye)
Suh tell dem fi free it
Tell dem nuh cease it
The people dem need it (yea aye)
The feeling amazing it takes me some places (yea yea yea yea yeaaaa)
Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more
Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more
So much it's all in a U-Haul truck
Gotta have strong arms to roll up (roll up)
20 joints a day ain't enough (ain't enough)
We finna roll us a hundred bruh (a hundred bruh)
Andretti OG all I puff
Don't pass me none of that other stuff
Although maybe once or twice a day
Might burn on that London pound cake
The homie Berner came through and he blazed the place
I got some in my suitcase (suitcase)
I got a mill cause I signed my name (signed my name)
Rap game, dope game, all the same (all the same)
Them niggas you with is all kind of lame (all kind of lame)
Beauty chains they should be ashamed
Outside smoking on my own strain
My nigga you got to own thangs
Studying high, got high grades
High prices I paid for the nicer thangs
High rise up there with the planes
Sleep in the cloud though it's loud
We don't hear a thang
When them broke boys complain (complain)
Got chrome and candy paint
Art show on the interstate (yeah)
Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more
Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more
Guh fi the grabba that we need a lotta
Fi touch the street but mi can't even botha (botha)
Can't even sleep, if it nuh propa (propa)
Givenchy jeans, with the bank robba (robba)
Up in that thot got her calling me poppa
I just got a whip just for chasing the gwala
N this shit I'm smoking on worth every dollar
is like every plane, come with a saga (saga ya)
Cuz it be a movie nigga (nigga)
Clouds coming out of the room (room)
so high up I got me a seat on the moon nigga
Tell em legalize it soon
that's word to the government straight from the yutes nigga
Riding around with the blue cheese
One call I pull up if you need
I do not fuck with no goofy
I got some rock round my neck for real (forreal)
Remember when I smoke the blue dream
French inhaling I felt the chills (felt the chills)
Smoking before I could pay the bills (bills)
n that ain't gon change like stainless steel (still)
We in the truck getting faded still
don't blow my high when we came to chill
Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more
Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)
We got so much more
No Yeast (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y & The Alchemist (feat. Boldy James & Westside Gunn)
[Boldy James:]
With no yeast, so street, a nigga everything he seeming to be
BoldyBlocks/BlockWorks, where we at?
Scurvy nigga from Detroit, made it big off the lo-fi
I came from making pallets on the floor, but now we multi
Tied in ike a bow tie, out of work, call me Hawkeye
What do you call a pig that don't fly? Straight a fuckin' horse eye
Frenchy Montana, dropping more glass than Wassack
All this money, I be staring at it, got me cross-eyed
Don't get caught in the crosshairs, them blocks'll get you hog-tied (Blocks)
Don't piss me off or you get chalked the same way that your boss died
These niggas, they just talk slack, behind the line of screamers
Get caught off sacks
Don't make me click the switch, you know we I'll-advised
Cleaning out my closet full of choppers, ain't got shit to hide
Skeleton AP bus with baguette, price set for sixty five
One nigga sent for me, who took the hit, he should've quit his job
We cooked the beef and grilled him with the stick, now he a shish kebab
Bought an hour from Chesapeake, somewhere remixin' pads
By the powers in vest in me, now you may kiss the bride
365-25-8 with triple OT
Don't need a GPS, the route I got it memorized
All I need in this world of sin is a 36
A dirty stick and a base rental from Enterprise
Sippin' this Red Bull on the road, shit got me energized
Way I touched down at the goalpost was just a gift from God
Brainwashed by the money, shit got me hypnotized
My only problem is which watch I'ma wear and which whip to drive
[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, my shit bold guitar, Dolce overalls
Break it down to H, you know the protocol, you know what stove involves
Been at the drums, had you runnin' dark and flippin', trippin'
I see one nigga hop a Porsche like Blake Griffin, my shooter stay sniffin'
My yank different, he lift his face from the plate
Thought it was Christmas, over a thousand dollar dishes wishin'
In Honolulu, Dior, daddy shorts lookin' Nunu
But never call me Nunu if I never knew you
Got twin bitches with fake titties blowin' my dice at the Caesars
Them stones too clobber, lil' nigga, them ain't GIA
My wrist dancin' like Sammy Davis
Mesa Cassoon on Papi Mason
[Curren$y:]
When push come to shove, that's brass knuckles underneath the glove
Pushed an envelope to the judge, less than a quarter million on that stubbin' bitch won't budge
We knew what it was before they shooters even pulled up
The whole situation reeked of some niggas hatin'
Where did you get your street education?
What have your OGs done? How many blocks did they run?
You way too old for niggas to see you on missions like they sons
My nappy dread, thoroughbreds and a six hun'
Cops pulled it over lookin' for guns
But this the money cost so they can't link us up, no RICO law
We eatin' over here, we spillin' Pico sauce
Trippin' on the Gucci tablecloth
She landed and came to my palace and she took it off
She said the scent of my candles had her dazzled
And then she felt compelled to pull a scandal off
But they could only call it that if we get caught
Baby, you dealin' with a boss, we do our dirt and get lost
Billy Valentine, these record labels, Mortimer and Randolph
Tradin' places, exchangin' some blues for all my old faces
Changin' states is a smart way, maintain that paper
In many different ways, and run it sharp as a laser
Santos Party House (Extended Version) lyrics - Smoke DZA, Curren$y & Girl Talk (feat. Big K.R.I.T.)
[Smoke DZA:]
Uh, my bank branch know me first name basis
House party lookin' like a Thursday at Aces (Right)
Good gracious, all these blue faces
Told them niggas hold they breath, they can't take it
Stans and Lavers, that's Adidas paper
Authentic Harlem, they ain't wanna see us caked up (Uh-huh)
The rates' up, the gigs' up too
Double header in France, went for a bag and I picked up two
Back across the water, bosses aura
Belaire Rose flowin' like faucet water
Get love from the plug, he endorse my order
Finesse a few plays, get mo' bucks
Fast as a 'Rari, bad broad hoppin' out of planes
Put my pot down, now I'm 'bout to twist another strain
Uh, disappear like David Blaine (Right)
Got a few things I can do with this Mary Jane like
[Wiz Khalifa (Smoke DZA):]
Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it (Yeah)
We gon' prolly get rich to this (Right)
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this (Right)
She gon' prolly get lit to this (Really)
She gon' prolly get lit to this (Yeah)
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
[Curren$y (Wiz Khalifa):]
She wanna roll (Uh)
What she say, she can come but she can't stay
I'll smash on you, but I can't lay
Back shots, still got my sweatsuit on
In my hi-tops, fo' chains and my Plain Jane watch
Her homegirl watch from the rooftop
I'm the true new season, new coupes out
What you 'bout? I'm on a new route
Bitches shakin' ass lookin' like Uncle Luke house
Roll so many O's, it's just "Ooo" now
Andretti, couple more Chevy's
In the paint shop, they almost ready
When they hit the streets, you'll know
'Cause all of sudden, nigga turn ice cold
Big paper get where small money can't go
(Big paper get where small money can't go)
[Wiz Khalifa (Big K.R.I.T.):]
Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it (Yeah)
We gon' prolly get rich to this (Hol' up)
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this (Now)
She gon' prolly get lit to this (That right, Yeah )
She gon' prolly get lit to this (That right, Yeah )
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this (Ugh)
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
I got a priority flow, I'm right at yo do'
Kickin' flavors wrapped in paper, they ain't labeled before
Southern lights, ain't a device that could disable the glow
I school a bitch, get down with, you went and catered the ho
I'm on a level that never be, like planets you'll never see
I sit somewhere in between, rhythms and melodies
Allow me to primp, primp, get out with a pimp limp
Put it on a blimp for a bitch that done jumped ship
I got this here on cruise control
Ooze the type of cool that Eskimos would know
Rose the type of bread that only Huck could fold
Blindfold folk at my house before I entered the code
'Cause a lame break and enter where he ain't enter before
But I block 'em like a center the ball
The way I shine, like I shine like the sun ain't been shinin' at all
2AM in the morning, bet she know who to call
Krizzle
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it
We gon' prolly get rich to this
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
This one, that one, roll 'em, pass 'em
Next one won't be like the last one
Old school, classic, don't do magic
But disappear with a bad bitch
Funds, I stack 'em, girls, I mack 'em
Being broke, I can't imagine
What's that cost? Don't see the tax
I reached the point, don't even brag (Okay)
OG status (Okay), and I don't need fashion (Okay)
And my girls be badder, throw it back, she got talent (Okay)
Won't be off balance (Okay), she love a challenge (Okay)
And the money keep piling, grown ass man, these boys be childish
Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it
We gon' prolly get rich to this
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
Every time that your girlfriend play this
She gon' prolly get lit to this
[Curren$y (Smoke DZA):]
Roller skates, paper chase
Foreign cars, paper planes
Iron gates, large estates
My name hold weight, my money straight
Roller skates, paper chase
Foreign cars, paper planes
Iron gates, large estates
My name hold weight, my money straight
(Yeah)
You In Mind lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Curbs on the beat
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
I might park my car in front this bitch
Just to floss with my new shit
Haters gon slit your wrist
Live niggas really rich
Uh, Me and my nigga buying houses
When we used to go in half on ounces
Now we balling you don't hear those spaldings bouncing?
Globetrotting goyard luggage niggas got it
I been watching from my island they don't think I see em'
They copying our style then they tryna be us
While we rolling up that reefer chilling in arena
OG only and my vegetable steamers
You could soak your style in bleach, still won't come out cleaner
They was sleeping on us, we was lamborghinin dreaming'
We turned it into real shit
Couple high ass niggas stacking millions
(Ayo)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me with shit
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Playing Pokemon Go me and your ho
I'm catching something rare while she get something rolled
You know the code, always go for the gold
We came in and broke the mold
Could make a million with my eyes closed
I ride slow cause you never know
Police is out here bro, I check my traps and then I change clothes
Catch me anywhere my plane goes
And always rep for the jets and taylor gang we who the game chose
I'm a make sure that I got one rolled, but you gotta make sure that you got one for me
Baby girl it's all good you ain't gotta smoke
Just know you with a real nigga riding' with a G
And you can say you ain't high but you bout to be
Start off my day getting' dollars stay reppin' my gang I know that they proud of me
Hop in my ride and we'll run and get high
So much bank you'd think I'm the lottery
They said they don't [?] me
I'm taking your bitch that's a definite, no ain't a probably
Young Khalifa man
[Curren$y:]
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me with shit
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
It is was it is man never been what it ain't
More like the principle of the shit now not a teacher
I make the rules hoe
Gang shit, Plane shit
Ain't nothing like that lame shit
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