Curren$y Lyrics: February 2024

Airborne Aquarium lyrics - Curren$y

Haha, yeauh

Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life, fool

Turn it up some

Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life

Yeauh, eauh

I'm getting hella mail from jail, niggas telling me to kill it

When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches

Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture

Flipping my remote, same way I do them hoes

But she already know before she touch my Chevy door

Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows

No square shall enter in the circle of winners

Know I'm prepared for whatever, if you know what I been through

Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues

Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru

But look what it came to, something that amazes you

Soon as you quit hating and hear what I gotta say to you

Baby blue sole. These white 11, '96

No retro card came with this

Same year, my Impala with the floor shift

4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured

Shawty body choco-latte; Russell Stovers

Brung weed with her whenever I invite her over

Polo sweater, Teddy bear hanging off her shoulder

No care, over here, so we put it in the air

Walking 'round my house, say she wanna fuck everywhere

That's cool baby, but I just got that pool table

We ain't gotta stay away from it, It's all good

If you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it

Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket-list

In these bars, I granted its deathwish

Legendary lay-up. Jordan with the right-left switch

Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai

Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride

'87 Corvette ZR1, took the T-tops off it

Put 'em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin' from the pump

That's all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed

Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last

Emotional luggage, nothing of it, I don't check bags

I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past

Half Rose, Chandon, OJ in my glass

Mimosa, Testarossa program, Countach curriculum

Doors open like a pendulum swinging

Rock in my Jetset Emblem

Fool, it's the serve, like Wimbledon, interior cinnamon

The car that I'm sittin' in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin

Just kiddin, not pillin', just element twistin'

From the Earth come the fire and the wind I'm livin

Not pillin', just element twistin'

From the Earth come the fire and the wind I'm livin

Yeauhh

Michael Knight lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah

Lames catch feelings, we catch flights

Scoodododododododododoo

Yeah

Racecars and weed jars, nigga

I got a style for every bump in your face

Greaseball-ass nigga Pontiac Judge, open-and-shut case

You know I'm bowtie 'til I die

Though I made an exception for this '69, so quick off the line

Coin double-side, no matter what, we heads up

We in the yard, tell your dogs they should beware of us

We break it off like an engagement gone bad

I fill your jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath—"miss" me?

No, you didn't, bitch—with that bullshit, miss me

Tryna claim Spitta' name, tryna be Miss me

All of that: kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery

You only around because my spot is where you wish to be

Hope to catch me sleeping by being freaky, but baby girl

Let me be the first to say it's not that easy

I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening

Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo

And the view from the rocking chair improves

But I have yet to see a team fucking with the crew

Near and far, I saw it all, wide-frame

Everything with wings ain't a plane, mayne

Endo get rolled up like car windows

Avoiding the policemans, them Carl Winslows

The wind blow and change, and I am not mad

All garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast

It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan

Survive rough lands, cactus plants growing in desert sands

Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn't die

I got highed up so I could autograph the sky, fool

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo

Montreux lyrics - Curren$y

Kush smoke

Money, clothes, hoes

Hurry up before that elevator door close

This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux

Stars in the audience Al Jarreau in the third row

Parental guardian to this art for it's my baby

Lazy eye, though wise folk try to play me, I spot you points

I prove with my every move

Right from the beginnin' I was right and that was very crude

This is what I know

Make a fool, out of you, if we were to duel

And a hall player playin' pool

Renegade bitches choose

Word to Max Jule

Drop jewels, diamonds different hues

Type of shit I like to do

Orange leather in my coupe

Carrot soup

My women ball, word to Sheryl Swoopes

Minus the hoop

She fell through

Fell in love with the blue dream

And the things she can't have

Now she lookin' down like she trynna use a Ipad

Pro tools confiscated as evidence by the crime

Lab spyin', ain't even have to do em' like that

Knife work on the track

Many ya' cut and slash

At the neck like a sash

Blood on my hands, me and my killin' bag

Raw shit, Kill a gram

High spinnin' ceilin' fan

You ain't neva seen a man, till' you seen the man

Raw shit, Kill a gram

High spinnin' ceilin' fan

You ain't neva seen a man, till' you seen the man

Fool

Famous lyrics - Curren$y

Ain't nothing changed but the weather

And the temp tag sequence of numbers and letters on my Chevelle

You can ride, but hey man, watch my leather

Cause bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic

Rosé in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic

Spitta and them Monsta Beatz radioactive

I don't kick it with no rappers, they be hustling backwards

Like the jeans on Kris Cross, who you Mack Daddy or daddy macking?

Pen lyrics on back on these napkins zoned out in a first class cabin

With noise cancellation headphones, two hash brownies for breakfast

This morning staring down at the ocean, inspired

Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire

Straddle a fence you only get caught up in the barbed-wire

I'm independent, fuck your system I get paid without it

Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger

That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she wrote about it

You can't deny it, I'm a rider, word to Pac ambition

Houdini your main squeeze, she disappear she's a magician

You can't blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed

I sent her to the waffle house twit my order from the car man, yeah

And I'm looking famous

And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers

From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain't him

The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain't shit, but I'm still

I'm high again waiting on the sun

Dozed off in my '57 at the drive-in

This is a scary movie I'm in

But I do it for my folk who genuinely want me to win

I do a lotta smoking to stay over this bogus shit

My money and not on these bitches, my focus is locked

Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not

Pay homage, the founder in the house kid

A MILF hunter, ask your momma she could vouch bitch

If she cool to fuck and down with rolling that barney up

Race-day money on the starting gate pony up

Hope you're hungry, I got a plate of dust for ya homie, look up

Early morning exercise doing kush ups

I ain't stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up

Bitches used to overlook us, now in my presence they shook up

See where this rap shit done took us? I'm still, still

Flight Briefing lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)

[Flight attendant talks:]

(Okay, as we get ready to take off, please make sure to check that your seat belts are fastened, that your tray tables are up, and that your electronics are off.)

Checks nigga, why haven't we been there? Fuckboys wondering if they bitch next

(As the crew comes through to make final cabin checks, please let us know if you have any questions or need any help. We promise to do everythig we can to make sure you have a saft, comfortable flight.)

[Curren$y:]

Uh, With these lazy eyes I seen

More than you can see in seven lifetimes

Get you on track got the fresh scoop from inside

Give you insight on the situation cause I done it twice

Done a dotted line tightrope walk

Where the suits want results they don't talk

Dozens of songs locked away and rotten in a vault

No one to blame it was solely my fault

No salt thrown, just boss game long

Right now I'm not trippin pimpin you can pay me for it when you get it

I'm tryna get a bigger home, put my niggas on

They puttin they niggas on we getting really strong

Met Rex jets, best shape ever

Winner circle, you squares need to get it together

Or stop hanging with each other go somewhere and get it separate

Your bitch want that vitamin D she looking desperate

Bullshit convo five minutes invested

Now she buck-naked lying to you via text message

In a snap like celery or fresh lettuce

Get beheaded trying to get ahead of us

You know what way is up

[Young Roddy:]

Yeah

As the world still turning

My joint still burning

I hold my head high and I got that from uncle Vernon

So, if you want respect, you gotta earn it

It's crazy, most people never learn it

Preach!

So, before they hear my sermon

Here's my confession, I get dressed with my burner

Sheesh!

I know that ain't right

But I know when shit's weak

Try livin' on my tray first streets

So, before I fall asleep

With a certified freak

Who just tryna get her hands on some courtside seats

I'm cool

Nice try, but you can't get that from me

Nice guy, hard body man it way too weak

Gucci broads even said I keep it way too G

I never try to be something I'm not

I do me

I find it better on my own two feet

Roddy keep it unique and low key

Jets Fool

[Trademark da Skydiver:]

Fresh Polo bucket

All them niggas know I'm acting' out

Smoke so much kush in the whip I started blacking out

I'm hoppin out in one of the freshest without a doubt

Bitches love when I come around, they know what I'm about

Take em to the house

Fuck em good, smoke em out

Burn a whole ounce with a mama back to my paper route

I'm tryna put a couple a dollars in my money pouch

Bag to bag transactions then I'm over and out

Dumb it down?

Never that, you should know me buy now

I'm floating on a kush cloud and I never come down

Jet set, international we world renowned

All for takin niggas bitches when we come in town

Lames cryin over hoes, thats tears of a clown

I'm smokin on some purple and green, you steaming brown

Leaves with them sticks and seeds, they should see me now

Its M-O-B, I rest in peace on a money pile

A Gee lyrics - Curren$y

And you can't do a thang, about it

[Curren$y:]

You wanna live in a house dont want no grass to grow

Yo homeboys lookin bad and you giving cash to them hoes

Ol sucka ass nigga fuck you round here fo?

Finna take off on the pluckers? Man cabin door closed ho

O's rolled up fuck it we can get some mo

Kinda cotton had to stop at the 24 hr store

Drop them bomb ass tape v8 crate droptop

Sun ain't even out but I can't wait for the rain to stop

Shine rather or not you wanna deal with it

The bitch in yo car wanna hear us

Leer what? Jets year one vets, from the cars to the broads muthafucka be my guest, yeahh

A gee is what I am, a jet is who I be

You know what I smoke and you can't see me

No matter where you go, one place we'll never be

Is close even if you moved right next to me bro

On a mission and im fishing for my nigga ski beats

Quote live nigga rap broke a jive nigga back

Spineless spliff cruising with optimus primus and in the prime is

Im inclined to sound better than other rhymers

Dont bring them fools around him

He'll make em look clownish

Countach lambo, shoot like ammo, through traffic with green trees I blend in like camo

Flauge, gosh oh my where was I

When things got hot

Somewhere cool laughin at you

Fuck rolling 1, roll 2, roll 3, loop the beat and light an insense in the booth yeaah

.... and you can't see me

No matter where u go, one place you'll never be

Is close even if you moved right next to me bro

A gee is what I am, a jet is who I be

You know what I smoke, and you can't see me

No matter where you go, one place you'll never be

Is close even if you moved right next to me broo

And u can't do a thing about it

And that ain't gone change im sorry

Them bitches know the planes got it

And u can't do a thing bout it

Them bitches know the planes got it

And that ain't gone change im sorry

Yeaaaaa

Real Estates lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dom Kennedy)

This is revenge

Like when them Russians caught Alonzo at the red light

No bullets, just pens

No machine guns, just machine lipped rims

Yeah, I let my fitted sit high

Cause I am really on my... grind, fool

And as the game rotate, and my name grows bigger

How many bitches want, not many bitches won't

I know you think your bitches don't but I know

What she did last summer, scream for me when I touched her

Chevy man, though lately had my eyes on the Cutlass

Fitna say fuck it, call Mousa, tell him cop it, give it to my brother

Sticky trees I sit under, tryna stay cool

Big city lights hotter than a mothafucka

Tuesday I'm SoCal, Wednesday it's Calcutta

Socks up, stock rising, Kief Catcher Spitta grinding

Higher than my fitted riding

And if I showed you where I live, you would think that I was hiding

Can't call it a neighborhood, I ain't living by nobody

Applying for statehood, make my footprint in geography

Spreading my monopoly, and plus nobody I know got killed

In New Orleans today, I got cash put away and some more on the way, yeah

Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front

This the life we want nigga you only live it once

Uh, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my..grind

Yeah, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my..grind

[Dom Kennedy:]

Uh, player shit, you niggas still cuffin

If I wanted her back, nigga I'd be still fuckin

Yeah, and I see niggas tryna rap like us

Watch the video, then try to act like us

I know we make this shit look easy

Do a show out in Brooklyn, when I just left the Easy

With my nigga Spit-Spitta, girls tryna get us

Tell her I be comin back, you best be doin all them sit ups

Don't take me to the airport cryin girl, get up

She don't want me to leave when I'm wit her

I tell her I'm the nigga that she need, not a needy ass nigga

The game don't get any realer

I just want the red outside, black stripes like Thriller

I'm in Miami bumpin Trilla

I got dope on the low, but im not a dope dealer

The feds blockin like the Steelers

I let my fitted sit high, cause I am really on my grind

Katt Williams flow, bitch this pimpin all the time

You singin ass rap niggas simpin all the time

Fuckin up the game, niggas fuckin up my name

You don't want no money, just fame

They ask me how I'm doin, shit I really can't complain

Sippin champagne, and tryin to get everything I want

Yellin oceans in the back, Porsches in the front

Uh, uh, I'm yellin

Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front

Yeah, Yeah

Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front

Oceans in the back, Porsches in the... uh

Silence lyrics - Curren$y (feat. McKenzie Eddy)

[McKenzie Eddy:]

So I see the setting sun, and I get to feeling numb

Down on that side of town, back where no fun's around

Back where I felt like me and everything you want to be

Just flows so easily, some I think may call it free

So (Low)

So, so (Low)

I can't believe you (Called)

So (Low)

[Curren$y:]

Yeah, as the joint burns

To the point that it stinging my finger

Tracks my talk show platform

Part Phil Donahue, part Jerry Springer

Momma come when I bring her

She go where I send her, kept it trill from the beginning

From Square One maintain Square Business

Don't concern yourself with my mingling with other bitches

So crafty, mastered the flow

Alaska cold, silent foot assassin approach

High when I stroll

Not even leaving foot prints in the snow, you know

[McKenzie Eddy:]

So (Low)

So, so (Low)

I can't believe you (Called)

So (Low)

So I see your face again, back where I've been traveling

Time, I think it seems, to have it's grip on me

Friends, they say they call it for you, no matter what I offer you

Can't believe in history, living in this misery

So (Low)

So, so (Low)

I can't believe you (Called)

So (Low)

Hold On lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)

[Curren$y:]

And they still won't let my homegirl in the suite

I don't know what that's about

A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch, yuh

Yeah, yeah

I been the man

And I am still, stainless (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Bitches know the planes (Yeah)

Yeah, ugh!

A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch

I been the man and I am still, stainless

Haters caught vapor, inhaling the anguish

Kill these beats, humane fashion: painless

Cell phone my bids to auctions, cop paintings

Gotta have 'em more than Caine-Loc needed them Daytons

Jets X Nes' Phips, crack lacerations

Dope cuts, motherfucker, catch up

Your girl eyes wandering, she wonder if that's us

Heard about that Spitta stroke and she wan' be next up

Homie mad talking about boy when I catch up

Shit bound to get all messed up, and that's so messed up

Let's go rest up, I be in the cut

Got a can of Ozium in the truck

Fresh cut, word to Gucci Mane, "Photoshoot"

Spitta in your city, homie, send them hoes through, yeah

Yeah, hold on (Hold on)

Let me find something to roll up on

Baby girl, hold on (Hold on)

Let me find something to roll up on

Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home

One out in front the house don't mean I'm gone

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Start a business, mind ya own, fool (Yeah!)

[Young Roddy:]

And I stayed on my job when them niggas got lazy

And look how I changed them hood hoes to ladies

And look how I turned them hoopties to Mercedes

And I admit, to quit shootin' ball was kinda crazy

But I was too focused on getting bread, pay me

Now they telling all of those DJ's to play me

Mama sat me down and told me all about the 80s

My favorite color was green, like money, since a baby

The niggas turn flaky, bitches turn shady

But no more gray days, I waved goodbye to Macy

Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady

And that's on everything, that 31st raised me

And that's on everything, got Adidas in all flavors

Practice make perfect, perfect make paper

Paper take patience, and I'm still waiting

So it's, "Fuck you, pay me," I've been ranned out of favors

Yeah

[Curren$y:]

Yeah, hold on (Hold on)

Let me find something to roll up on

Baby girl, hold on (Hold on)

Let me find something to roll up on

Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home

One out in front the house don't mean I'm gone

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Start a business, mind ya own, fool

[Trademark:]

Yeah, I'm just playing my position, posted like a center

Money on my mind, the bank account getting thicker

Blowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor

Surrounded by these bitches, I'm far from fictitious

Niggas claim they G, but they startin' to look suspicious

Hating on the planes every time my name gets mentioned

I don't pay 'em no attention, I keep on twisting up

This purp is so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers

Jet set, we here, hitting the game from all angles

Got it in a chokehold, it's more like a strangle

Say I'm one of the best and I ain't never dropped a single

My flow on point, you can tell from the lingo

Christmas sack of trees, yeah I'm smoking Kris Kringle

Blue cheese, sour dies' and the kush tastes mango

Trade keep it real, I ain't nowhere near lame-o

The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the lanes, ho

[Curren$y:]

Yeah, hold on (Hold on)

Let me find something to roll up on

Baby girl, hold on (Hold on)

Let me find something to roll up on

Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home

One out in front the house don't mean I'm gone

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Start a business, mind ya own, fool

Fashionably Late lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Deelow)

[Dee Low:]

Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars

Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars

Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

[Curren$y:]

New Orleans and narcotics draped in metal and fiber optics

Cause dull bitches attracted to shiny objects

Well I guess y'all can kick it, Phife Dawg, Q-Tip it

We all Souls of Mischief

This is how we chill until the globe stop spinning

I told all my folks that I'd be coming back with it

Now ask 'em if I did it any different, peppermints and lemons

Boss brothers chopping business around the table

It resembles a civil rights sit-in

Powerful shit, editing rooms, hours of clips

A man of many hats in this new era

Nurturing several smaller business underneath my umbrella

On the low low

[Dee Low:]

Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars

Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

(Spitta and the Monsta Beatz radioactive)

Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars

Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

(Roll something up, mama, we can smoke in here)

Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

[Curren$y:]

And I'm still on top of the money

Dope boy mattress, a hundred K cash

With the box spring under it, who they think they fucking with

Spitta won't have none of it, suits offer contracts

I tear that shit up in front of them, baby girl I'm just hustling

Without cocaine smuggling but this shit is dope Tito

Roll these as we smoke, joints infinity

Highed up, supposed to have breakfast at Tiffany's

With Brittany but I got tied up, low riders

Hydraulics, trunks full of batteries and wires

Flow get tighter and tighter, adjustable pliers

Flip through these bitches like Zippo lighters

[Dee Low:]

Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars

Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars

Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

Highed Up lyrics - Curren$y

Uhh. Yeahh

Rest In Peace Pimp C

Fool

Yeah, Uh

Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up

But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up

Fuck all that shit you talk

You ain't got no Byzantine chain

Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes

Bitches tangled in my slang - pilot language

We assassinate them lames

Flash my high beams

Get the fuck up out our lane

Say Trade, I swear this shit going how we planned it

Less a couple niggas though, I ain't really trippin' though

See 'em when we see 'em

Send 'em bottles and a couple hos

Spread love is the Jet way

All day, me and my bitch ridin' to that Biggie

Up to Texas choppin' wit big Bun up out a meal ticket

Real niggas from my set know I still kick it

Others be like I don't fuck with 'em

That's why I don't fuck with 'em

I don't know why though, I ain't ever fuck with 'em

Would never do that to 'em, if I came up with 'em

Well fuck niggas

We roll up bigger than you used to seein'

Smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein'

This is trill nigga season

Real niggas eatin', scrap

Get the scraps if we leave em

Yeah

Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up

But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed up

Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up

But all my joints gon' smoke so my bitches get highed up

O.G...(The Jam) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)

[Curren$y:]

Yeaaah, race car driver, in my own fuckin' mind, Spitta Andretti, yes I'm

Anticipatin these niggas hatin' yeah they waitin' that's fine

Maco snap through the fishin' line. watch for the hook, Spitta bring it to just on time

On trees, like an ornament at Christmas time, on G's

But don't nothing move, til the money transfer, word to my crew

The green done colored my dreams blue, skeen, to slice that lead cake up, fuck them other niggas pay us

It's like I'm in it but not really in that Matrix, Ocean's 14, plot out new capers

Plant these money tree seeds, dollar bill leaves, leave me to rake it up

Wonderin' who they reserve first place fuck, those niggas, no pictures, babygirl roll those joints bigger

Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?

[Fiend:]

All my Crooks got Castles, wonderwoman have lassels, hotboy crack tab of Tabasco

Nas international, cash flow, smokin out the volcano, kush natural

Used to have indo in my afro, one man band conquer west ?

Shawty I could hit it out the park satchel page

Damn I'm paid, thinkin' of all that money I made, since lookin' at the hip like I just got paged

Every summer, new car, new paint, girl I know you ain't frown with yo' pussy, you BAITCH!

I work too hard for " I can't", stay burnin that " Man that shit stank!"

I'm in ya city girl, you a thick lil somethin' I need one more for the Spitta girl

Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?

Michael Knight (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Raekwon)

[Curren$y:]

Yah...Lames catch feelings, we catch flights, Ugh, Jet Life, Jet Life

Race cars and weed jars

Uh, I got a style for every bump in your face

Grease ball ass nigga, Pontiac judge, open and shut case

You know, I'm bow tied till I die, though I made an exception for the '69

So quick off the line

Coin double side, no matter what, we heads up

We in the yard, tell your dogs they should be aware of us

We break it off, like an engagement gone bad

I fill your jaccuzi with them groupies make it a bird bath, miss me?

No you didn't bitch, with that bullshit, miss me

Tryna claim Spitta name, tyrna be Ms. Me

All of that, kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery

You only around because my spot is where you wish to be

Hope to catch me sleepin' by being freaky but baby girl

Let me be the first to say it's not that easy

I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening

Just had to get that out the way and make the playin' field even

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo

And the view from the rockin' chair improves

But I've yet to see a team fuckin' with the crew

Near fall, I saw it all, wide frame

Everything with wings ain't a plane man

Indo get rolled up like car windows

Avoiding the police man, them car Winslows

The wind blow in change, and I am not mad

Old garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast

Its written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan

Survive rough land, cactus plants growin' in desert sands

Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn't die

I got highed up so I could autograph the sky

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo

[Raekwon:]

Yeah, Shallah Louis Rich

Definitely dressed down and everybody here know it

Yo, a snow white Aston on the ground with a poet

Louis the kid, who told you to come to the crib

Threw a bag in your lap and told you don't blow the kids

We milled up, actually my flowin' is real tough

Sport these gazelles, faded leather on real rough

Bank account, don't even question

Spent all my money last year buyin' shit and investments

Marvelous, gangsta, New York nigga, make me sick

Rather screw honeys who ain't cuffin'

All my life, six black kids stolen right from kick dice

And strip you and slice you

So listen young niggas, I'm a give you some jewels quick

Don't ever rat your friends out, you stand in a pool of shit

Lookin like a crab ass faggot

Sooner or later them boys that was hating on you got the ratchets

Pilot Talk (2010)

Example lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah

And

Where haven't we been yet

Ugh

They look up to the Jets

Can't stop the planes

Nigga, you can't do a thang

Ugh, machete sharp

My dreams realized, the Ferrari horse

Global domination ruling my thoughts

Never let 'em play you

Fuck 'em sideways, always, until they pay you

Reimbursement for paid dues

The money made me move, running through my shoes

For the day that I can kick 'em off, relax

I said I'd quit smoking these beats, but I relapsed

We heard your shit and we laughed

That bitch saw that herb you twisting and she passed

She rather see me make that 6-4 lean back

Flow hippy, comfortable, beanbags

Chill

I tell you a secret if you can keep it: shhh! Real

Sucker-ass niggas cooking all kind of bullshit

Succotash all stuck to the dishes

Wonder why I won't eat with ya, huh?

Boss tha fuck up, be somethin', nigga

I am an example

Of what can happen when you quit being afraid to gamble

Shook the dice and rolled

When niggas like you would've stayed shook and froze

I get busy, yeah

You think you know, you ain't sure

Fool

Audio Dope II lyrics - Curren$y

Haha, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Ugh!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ugh!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Jets, nigga, now where haven't we...)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ugh!

Fool, fool! (Ugh!)

Spitta get this whole shit jumping like

Kangaroo pouch, Louis Vuitton

The small things make me different from these fools

Pull my drawstrings, keep my sweats off of my shoes

I'm a dog, man, keep my paws clean

I ain't fucking with you at all

Lames is your whole set, Gs don't recognize y'all

Independent acrobatics, make that loot somersault

Remembering my license and restrictions in my mom's car

Came a long way, but I don't got time to be

Sitting at the dock of the bay, wasting every second

Money can be made out a rhyme, I can do it on the dime

Kick the shit out a beat until it die, call CSI, I

Got 'em running, scared, tryna catch up

Fifty-seven Heinz, Gregory, the dance legend

Make music, I'm stepping out at a major event

Best-dressed in attendance and I never left the house

Right back at it

Light the pilot, get the pot, we can get it cracking in here

Audio dope, we track-trafficking

And they asking for more, is you back again?

And I ain't talking 'bout practice no more

When it's game time, show me to the stove

Audio dope, yeah, nigga, we track-trafficking

They asking for more, is you back again?

Ugh, greens rolled under the gazebo

Lemonade-level vodka, backgammon, playing Keno

Musical mafia

Loaded bases, bring my team home, I'm the great Bambino

Roulette wheels in the casino

Fat Macs skimming off the top

But that's the game we in, what you gon' do about it, ha?

Sacrifice and hit the independent? Probably not

They not like me, that's why they don't like me

Me, I'm likely in my trailer, in between scenes

Got the feature girl from the video full of weed

Break your foot tryna kick how I kick it

Kill yourself tryna live how I'm living, Spitta!

Right back at it

Light the pilot, get the pot, we can get it cracking in here

Audio dope, we track-trafficking

And they asking for more, is you back again?

And I ain't talking 'bout practice no more

When it's game time, show me to the stove

Audio dope, yeah, nigga, we track-trafficking

They asking for more, is you back again?

All around the world, the same song

Cali bud strong, it's that love, Faizon

So high, 'til my neighbors thought I moved out

Because ya boy stay gone

Now tell me that I ain't got it

And then keep a straight face, punk

King Kong lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah

Jets, fool

Pilot Talk, nigga

Everybody around this bitch got money

We ain't never gon run outta weed

Yeah, look up

Hollow a mountain out

Build a villa in it, pimp that's what I'm talkin' bout

Ugh, closed-minded lil' children

I write my way to a million, lookin' out the plane windows

Fuck around get popped like a collar

For slippin' in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed

Fool, what you think you like me

Your idol and your rival I be

Holdin' the title with the precision of a hunter's rifle

Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited

Fall back baby girl let me get high chick

Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon' stop him

On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin' defensive lineman homie who gon' block em

Tearing through the city, snatchin' bitches

Top of the building

King Kong ain't got shit on me

25-8, going ape for the cake, nigga

King Kong ain't got shit on me

Wannabe pilots get swatted out the sky around I

King Kong ain't got shit on me

Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me

King Kong ain't got shit on me

Yeah, came up, put it down for my set what I did

Jets, nigga!

Founder of a flyer society

Raising the partition so the driver won't bother me

Women wishing for a position on either side of me

Hopin' for a free ride to the top with me

Spendin my cheese, smokin my broccoli

Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the Chopper tree

Upstate New York, Woodstock, Saugerties

The view from my rocking chair, you would not believe

A million miles from New Orleans

Left the key to the city with my brother

Now I'm comin back for it

Tearing through the city, snatchin' bitches

Top of the building

King Kong ain't got shit on me

25-8, going ape for the cake, nigga

King Kong ain't got shit on me

Wannabe pilots get swatted out the sky around I

King Kong ain't got shit on me

Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me

King Kong ain't got shit on me

Seat Change lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Curren$y:]

What it was, fool

What it used to be

It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang

Bitches sliding off they wedding rings

Uncork the champagne

She just wanna ride with a G

[Curren$y & McKenzie Eddy:]

She remember what it was

She remember what it used to be

But somewhere along the lines

She fucked up and realized she lost her seat and now

She just wanna ride with a G

[Curren$y:]

Fresh out the time machine, I step

Mercedes Benz SL5, garage kept

I play the field with stiff arms and side steps

Bitches with whom I've slept solidify my rep

Her baby doll eyes watered up, as she wept

When I mention my intentions were to step

Beast I be, her friends tell her not to speak to me

We've got history, I know I still can beat

Fool, and women I've been with know it's true

No matter what I got going, saw me with my mang thang

Still got my number she texting my phone

She just wanna ride with a G

I can't knock her for fucking with these imposters

Lower case G's, little me's

Them niggas picking sticks and seeds outta they weed

My bud covered in fuzz but not surrounded by the police

[Curren$y & McKenzie Eddy:]

She remember what it was

She remember what it used to be

But somewhere along the lines

She fucked up and realized she lost her seat and now

She just wanna ride with a G

[Snoop Dogg:]

Playa, play ya, lay ya, spray ya

On the real, loco, I should be the mayor

Compassionate writer, fly to a spider

Scope on me tough like a sniper, viper

My cipher is G's, no fleas, green trees

No seeds, oh please, we press, we ease

Artistically in a midst of me, I'm mystically and magical

The weight I form the group

Makes a move I mean, cause my shit is like classical

It blows my mind and I know, this new diamond I quote

It's worth about a meal ticket, baby

Is ya down to come get it?

Cause my seat is unoccupied

West coast living, is you down to ride?

We can take ya to the spot maybe, but it's hot baby

From the bottom all the way to the top, baby

You with the Boss Dogg, that it is

See, I'm 'bout the currency with urgency, can ya dig?

[Curren$y & McKenzie Eddy:]

She remember what it was

She remember what it used to be

But somewhere along the lines

She fucked up and realized she lost her seat and now

She just wanna ride with a G

Breakfast lyrics - Curren$y

Some of the good things that weed can do

PSA: let me start shooting 'em fucking commercials

(Jets in the house)

I'm, so cold with it the potency of the beat

Is consistent with the fact that Mos did it

Prolific not shaken or stirred

In the presence of those niggas, herbs

They only after your bread them fucking birds

You think they like your haircut, fair enough

Live your life, partner

Guess I could keep them two cents in my pocket

Add that to these underground rap Dollas

Refused the majors and stay real, I kept my promise

Rolled Bambus in the Bahamas, momma

It's either that or them strawberry coladas

Xbox web browser, download an updated NBA roster

Play an eighty-two game season

Condo full of snacks, Spitta not leaving

Off-brand muthafuckas

Odd number, you are not even on my level

Write that sickness my ink pen sneezing

Yancey Thigpen can't catch me sleeping

You ear hustling mothafucka and I'm eating

Creeping with my side bitch

Hope I don't get caught cheating

New Orleans this morning, New York in this evening

Squinting they eyes and shit they can't see him

Fly in the house, buzzing, them bugs can't be him

Illegible letters in my ledger they can't read 'em

Smiling, money piling, I'm cheesing

Odometer broken I ain't know that I was speeding

Fast living, sloe gin for these bitches

I got that game from my Pittsburgh nigga

SV Diablo, '96 wings lift, Daniel-san crane kick

Wah!

[Mos Def:]

You're the best, around

Roasted lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver, Young Roddy)

[Trademark Da Skydiver:]

It's been a minute let me get with it, as I roll up

Niggas been waiting on trade like whats the hold up

My only mission in life was to blow up

They ask what I throw up

You know what I rep and I'm one of the best

Supervillian in the building I'm clearly a threat

Been doing this here for a minute considered a vet

A lot of niggas want me to fail cause they know that I'm next

That's damn near impossible this game ain't got rid of me yet

I fell of and I crawled and regaining my steps

This time around I'mma give all till im gaspin for breath

I stay silent on a lotta shit quiet is kept

But I dont know too many niggas with silent success

So I write it all down to get it off my chest

The weed we break it all down to get off the stress

Niggas hate, fuck 'em, cause they know that we the best

It ain't my fault I do this shit without breakin a sweat

[Trademark Da Skydiver:]

I'm just laid back chilling posted, living like a villian mostly

High off this purple shit, no lie I'm flyin I'm so roasted

Money, bitches, Testarossas, Veuve-Clicquot, few mimosas

Bring them thru my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster

[Curren$y:]

The more I smoke the smaller the doobie get

They takin shots at the jets on some John Woo movie shit

All blanks I'm unscaved untouched on my way to the bank, what the fuck?

For tryna play Spitta you shall forever remain

Without a name, lames know what I claim

Upset they all throw up my set from the sunroof of my car

Seats butter baguettes

Bitches crumbling nuggets I'm feeling lovely and blessed

Tribeca at Bubby's I'm enjoying a lemon press not that Minute Maid crap

They squeeze these lemons they selves

The hearts of women melt when Trilla lyrics are felt

Olympic swimming in bitches Micheal slash leon phelps

High bread weed money tree slang for dummies

Get it crackin like lobsters ice vodka and the bong's bubblin'

[Trademark Da Skydiver:]

I'm just laid back chilling posted, living like a villian mostly

High off this purple shit, no lie I'm flyin I'm so roasted

Money, bitches, Testarossas, Veuve-Clicquot, few mimosas

Bring them thru my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster

[Young Roddy:]

Me with a record deal yea they said I couldn't get it

My homie Ferris told me you couldn't hustle for a living but

That Richard Porter money had a nigga driven

And word to my nigga Stan I was bugging for a minute but

Look how the tables turned, they still spinning

The homie flew me from Kenner to N-Y city yea

My uncle told me let the sky be your limit

I was cool with a kid in the kitchen who was a chemist yea

And far as bread, mama told me make plenty

So it's money in my bank account and money in my denims yea

In high school them girls used to blow me kisses

But it's money over bitches, Roddy all about his Benjies

Shout out to Spitta, they wear us out like Fendi

Let's hit the Chi where the weather much windy but

But me I'm from the dirty, the dingy, the south

Where everywhere we at we smoke it out

[Trademark Da Skydiver:]

I'm just laid back chilling posted, living like a villian mostly

High off this purple shit, no lie I'm flyin I'm so roasted

Money, bitches, Testarossas, Veuve-Clicquot, few mimosas

Bring them thru my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster

Skybourne lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Big K.R.I.T., Smoke DZA)

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

I'll take you farther than far

Somewhere near Mars

We'll get high, in the sky

I'll take you where you can't be

Unless you with me

We'll get high, in the sky

[Curren$y:]

Box Chevy, no tint, floating inside, aquarium

Yea that's him, compository sketches is all

They can't catch us, jet setters

I joined the mile high club somewhere over Texas

Plotted my climb since the homie played the Black Lexus

I told them put it all on Spitta, guaranteed winner

Been a go-getter, ain't gotta go nowhere

I already came here with it, pull up at the picnic

El Camino on thirteens, red nosed pitbulls in the back, no leash

Motherfuckas well trained, on the low I be having that high grade

Talking 'bout how a nigga smoke and maintain

That's word from a bird in a fuzzy herb tree

Fly tell that, you ain't heard that from me

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

I'll take you farther than far

Somewhere near Mars

We'll get high, in the sky

I'll take you where you can't be

Unless you with me

We'll get high, in the sky

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

True visionary, impeccable timing

Shine sort of blinding, don't look twice

My fresh don't it look nice

Your DNA ain't the same pimp so nah you don't look right

Fuck it, I fast forward past your's

You wanted something to look up to so ask for it

Mississippi country bumpkin with nothing to lose

I be be a king let me sing you the blues

Let me lay down the rules, get money by all means

Survive at all costs, put God 'bove all things

I fall short, pimping women with small shorts

Reaching out for what's mine, like children and small folks

Always above the rim like what do you ball for?

If you ain't spending money then what did you call for?

I look good for the fuck but baby it's all sport

The game is a bitch and shawty she all throat

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

I'll take you farther than far

Somewhere near Mars

We'll get high, in the sky

I'll take you where you can't be

Unless you with me

We'll get high, in the sky

[Smoke DZA:]

Came through to conquer

Been killing it since Contra

Lo sponsor and I'm smoking on a mini launcher

8 grams nigga fuck with me

Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me

I don't blow Reggie Bush, never would

It's heavy kush, oh you got some too? Very good

Where the grinder? We grinders, top rhymers

The finest, drop gems so timeless

Burn like a CD, get top like Z-Z

Flow like agua and I'm cold like a Ski beat, lord!

Got them hood niggas quoting my bars

And them bloggers like oh my God!

Smokee Robinson, Earl James, and George Kush

Round table, eating pasta like mobsters

Make a killing off sour D

They lied, money really do grow off trees

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

I'll take you farther than far

Somewhere near Mars

We'll get high, in the sky

I'll take you where you can't be

Unless you with me

We'll get high, in the sky

The Hangover lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mikey Rocks)

[Curren$y:]

We smoke and drink all night

Hangover cause we hung out

Chicks know we party that's why

They love it when we come out

Have the time of your life

Before all your time run out

Put them bottles on ice while

I roll another one up

Come through with that killer weed

Alfred Hitchcock in the Zip Lock

Zig Zags and a Jones Soda

Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop

Scratch off, AC on

Windows up, new shit playin'

What you sayin? Nathan

Dollar signs my only language

Fluently speak it

And reject fools comin' in my lane with that weak shit

That's how I keep it

The game in my pocket like a Nintendo DS

I left my last one on the jet

I got mistakes I make

So I don't lay down till the sunrise

We smoke and drink all night

Hangover cause we hung out

Chicks know we party that's why

They love it when we come out

Have the time of your life

Before all your time run out

Put them bottles on ice while

I roll another one up

[Mikey Rocks:]

I'm in the fire twelves, twelves

High as hell, man

I'm tryna nail

We can leave, find your cell

Lock my number in like you're takin' it for hostage

Try'na put you on the game, maybe you should watch it

They takin' trips to Aspen flyin' kites all in the tropics

Watch the Pistons against the Bulls on the floor with the mascot

Dancin', fly as Helly Hansen on our shoulder blades

And we tip the waiter good, you can keep the change

That's Italian gold herringbone if you peep the chain

I keep a little reefer in my sneaker if we need the flame

Drink until I gotta piss, damn I got a lot of chicks

Take another sip of what I'm drinkin'

And I'm out of it

[Curren$y:]

We smoke and drink all night

Hangover cause we hung out

Chicks know we party that's why

They love it when we come out

Have the time of your life

Before all your time run out

Put them bottles on ice while

I roll another one up

We smoke and drink all night

Hangover cause we hung out

Chicks know we party that's why

They love it when we come out

Have the time of your life

Before all your time run out

Put them bottles on ice while

I roll another one up

The Day lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Jay Electronica, Mos Def)

[Curren$y:]

Wack niggas sleep rappin' and woke up in trouble

Wack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble

You were cool ten years ago, you fucking Lex Bubbles

Yeah

Brand new tires, Rollin down the same old strip

New party, same old chicks

I'm so sorry if I don't look happy to be here

In your label office, but they said I can't smoke weed here

Man, fuck it, I'm out

Black owned, and I'm 'bout it, fool

I got a studio in my house

Along with some the perks that come with my work

Pretty twenty-something sleeping in my Diamond Supply shirt

There is not a adjective to describe how I work

Hard is not enough brother I'm tougher

Wack niggas with that sleep rappin' and woke up in trouble

You was cool ten years ago, you fucking Lex Bubbles!

You gotta know when to hold em', know when to fold em'

Learn how to roll with the punches

Take em' to school give these niggas brown bag lunches

If it ain't the Jets, then it ain't nothing, yeah

[Yasiin Bey:]

Yo, the king closed his cloak, the set was overfull

Such a excellent moment, so emotional

He rushed out on the field, so devoted for

Final victory clutch, they went postal-code

Glory overload, hold up, hold my coat

Please! Remember this day

This changes everything, we can do anything

Until you show anyway

[Jay Electronica:]

My momma told me, "Son, always call a spade a spade"

Be like Chuck D never be like Flavor Flav

But that clock around his neck is so fly

And the way he complimenting Chuckie with that bow tie flow

Make me feel high so I'm gon' spit it my way

Excuse me as I do me cruisin' rudely down the high way

I'm young, black, intelligent, elegant, blasé

Back to the thesis

Back to to shooting craps and talking smack to the polices

Back to black and gold Ballys, Dickies with the creases

Pulling young'uns by the coattails, schoolin' em' who the beast is

I pray this flow is dumb enough, ugh

I pray my heart is DMC and Reverend Run enough

'Cause I'ma throw my number up

I'm a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks

And summon up the thunder, what!

The voodoo man is coming, bruh

Can't see the forest for the trees, it's okay

I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck

Tell them boys their run is up

[Yasiin Bey:]

Yo, the king closed his cloak, the set was overfull

Such a excellent moment, so emotional

He rushed out on the field, so devoted for

Final victory clutch, they went postal-code

Glory overload, hold up, hold my coat

Please! Remember this day

This changes everything, we can do anything

Until you show anyway

We ready for anything!

Prioritize lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Nesby Phips)

Raised lettering on my Hoosiers

Drag strips slicks rear of the Barracuda

Them niggas ain't shit, just mothafuckin' poo-poo

Sissy-ass zero, mothafuckin' fruit loops

Homie, who your hero? Who taught you your moves?

Z'ed in my limo, woke up in my hotel room

Hoes just following they noses, to my door

It's no joke, momma just roll this

You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight

You gon' get your turn on the doobie bitch just wait, no beginner luck

Coming from me, this is just fate because I had faith certain

I can make it shake, like turbulence

Sweet sugar babies all sleeping in my nursery

Walk in, suckas go to shuffling, nervously

Won't stop 'til I reside at the top permanently

21 joints burning for me

And if you ain't got no rims, nigga

Don't get no wood grain steering wheel

But you can lay back, let your paper stack

Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill bitch

This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet

I guess it is, hah? Cause I'm in first class, making beats

Sipping cranberry, no liquor, deboard the plane

Hoes stop me for a picture, I ain't tripping

Even tho I'm a fall back nigga, but that's how it is

When your crew on buzz, people do show love

Fall thru, and all my town niggas do roll bud

But leave them blunts in your car, cause we don't do those cuz

That's a mean pair of kicks, kudos love

Now she, cooking me breakfast after lusting me for dinner

Figure she won't lose cause she fuckin' with a winner

I told her game over to reset, press Enter

And if you ain't got no rims, nigga

Don't get no wood grain steering wheel

But you can lay back, let your paper stack

Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill bitch

Mission Impossible: completed

Obstacles are optical illusions

We don't really see 'em, they put rules in place

Cause y'all need 'em, some people are like sheep

I got no mercy for the weak

Especially when niggas next to me and ready to eat

I put 'em in position to get them, I'm getting me

Louisana traveler twistband, looking for my music

Is bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand

Kawasaki ninja on the kickstand, any minute I'm outty

Like four rings, truth in engineering ya got me

Bitches longing to be by me, hypnotic karate

Talk that dress right off of her body

She so wet, she soggy from these verbal massages

Highed up, astrologist, smoking with your goddesses

Swore that I would do all of this

And if you ain't got no rims, nigga

Don't get no wood grain steering wheel

But you can lay back, let your paper stack

Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill bitch

Chilled Coughphee lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Devin the Dude)

[Devin the Dude:]

III'm puffin, I never get enough in

I never cooked coke up on the stove top but I'm stuffin'

These nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt

But its trapped inside a rubber should I flush that ho out

To use again, well it depends, do I have another one

I cuss for fun, too cool to have to bust a gun

I don't have to duck and run, I could fuck a bum up quick

But thats some tenth grade shit

And its all about chillin', smilin', laughin'

So you know I'm willin', hollerin' and I'm grabbin'

At a freak before I leave, best believe I'm weeded

You rollin' that billy jean, bitch beat it

And you see that we the niggas who smoke the most

People propose a toast, from coast to coast

But it don't really matter who's the highest

If it ain't dope, there's no hope they ain't gone buy it

[Curren$y:]

Quarter tank of gas in my 71 double S

Quarter bag, mostly shake, but this will have to do I guess

GPS loaded with the coordinates

Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment

In the form of joints rolled, drinks poured

Her in nothin' but a robe, playin her role

I saw "The Mack" when I was only 11 years old

And I swore, to never be a simp for a ho

Approached the closed door, it cracked open before my eyes

Shorty wit a doobie of her own, I am not surprised

Cuz I don't kick it on the low, wit no bitch that don't get high

Wrap me a to-go plate and ask if I want her to drive

Cuz I got far too much on my mind

Industrial size gears, I'm caught in the grind

At yo grandma house

Plastic cover the couch

Before I sit down

She pressurin' me for smellin' like a pound

Address lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Stalley)

It's all good, it's already

Yeah, already understood, ain't nothin

Still the same old, that's all

Ain't nothin change, fool, yeah

Uhh, nigga for what

Get down with these suckers when I'm high as fuck

And they under us, catch a crook in ya neck

From trying to watch the jets, Mr. Tokyo Drift

Spent yen on a vet, lookin' for ya bitch fool

Take one guess she caught up in the rapture

Wakin and bakin Anita's greatest hits blastin

Pedal mashin, paper twistin'

Scrape an engine, Rad Racer

No 3D glasses just a high ass rapper, Spitta

Nigga in the building, nah I'm on the roof chillin'

The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with

Bottles in the cooler

If ya don't know how to do it homie I'll school ya

Barrel roll, loop de loop, top gun manuevers

Makin hot wheels outta hoopties holdin it down like balloon strings

It's all good ain't gotta be said, it's already understood

Ain't nothin, ain't nothin' change but the address

Fool, ain't nothin' change but the address

We still the same mode niggas switchin the script

But we still playin' the same role, and so

Ain't nothin' changed but the address fool, ain't nothin change

[Stalley:]

Starin out the villa at the ocean miles long

Tryin' to figure out raps to put up in a song

Nights long but the day's short, Nike shorts

Argyle socks, Jordan three's, lounge gear

Long beard you can tell I ain't from round here

Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives

Call 'em back tell my mama I make it

Not complacent with the life style

Feels good but it's hard to crack a smile

When the ones you came up with not around

Roll a joint after pickin through the pound, whole perception done changed

Funny how a three hour flight can make ya life change

Tight things I be thinkin on

When I'm driftin in and out of herb clouds

Hangin on every second of the moment

So you can feel all the memories I come home with

And for those that miss me, I'll be back don't trip in the 'Maro with the shift kit

Ocean side, doors open wide tryin' not to be sea sick

Plottin in the tropics thinkin' how I'm gone run this

Back in the states when I leave

Yeah, SkiBeatz

Life Under The Scope lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah, my weed lit, my glass chill

Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel

Car service only opportunity for rest

In between destinations a lil' hibernation

Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh

They just wanna see ya fallin'

The only reason the cameras out when ya walkin'

The only reason they listenin' when ya talkin'

Waiting on ya to contradict yaself

Albeit evict yaself from the house

Like when Beth instigated that situation

When Tami got David kicked out

Suckers tryin' figure my angle

Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bengals

Adjust my wing rudders in the prescence of danger

Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle

And stay calm knowin' we belong on the top

But we ain't trippin'

Cause we'll get there in a minute

Yeah, that's the statement for the mission

Swiss movement so my watch ain't tickin'

Who yo crew is

Them niggas is bums

Throwin parties don't any bitch come

They all at my art showin'

Me and my folks gettin drunk

Bangin' my sound from the wall mounts

Yeah, life under the scope

Everyday is a test

It's all day

Go, full speed, full court

Media, press

They just wanna see ya fuck it all up

Turn over, make ya give the ball up

They just wanna see ya fuck it all up

(Yeah)

Vintage egg chairs hangin' from the ceilin'

Naked beauties and plush pillows in em

Incense and fresh linen

I spit that complex venom

The real niggas it strengthens

The fake niggas it kills them

And the Big homie said

That he still got visions of the rooftop

As do I

George Jetson, Jefferson

Deluxe apartment in the sky

Niggas can't downplay me baby

I'm too high

Pilots speak I crafted these in my Impala seat

A New Orleans nigga

And I'm way in the NYC weed twistin'

On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz

I been in the game, OG

Seen fools blow up

And blow it low key

Yeah, life under the scope

Everyday is a test

It's all day

Go, full speed, full court

Media, press

They just wanna see ya fuck it all up

Turn over, make ya give the ball up

They just wanna see ya fuck it all up

mixtape: Smokee Robinson (2010)

Jordan 3's lyrics - Curren$y

I got keys comin' from overseas

Ignition foreign exchange lane switchin'

Talk the same shit I said different

That's the difference

Them niggas pussy footin'

They ain't pimpin'

Them bitches just looking and choosin' when they see a winner

Smart decision

Could've been with throwback Jack

Still ridin' spinners

Flyer than Delta

I can help ya

Get your weight up

Like the spotter raisin' the bar and the plates up

Writin' my raps by my trap bitch in Decatur

Ass too round and fat to be a fake one

I'm makin' adjustments in preparations

While my program directors in my city

Are having a sleep over in the station

Pluck my ashes

Refuse to ass kiss

Slow mo in a fast whip

No socks my Stan Smith's

Summer time in the Winter

I'm fine my nigga

Homeboy just livin'

Yeah

Comin at you live

Fly, wicked

So we can only kick it if you high

Bitches

Like they seen it before they recognize

I keep it G to a T

That is I

License my flyness

Drop jewels from the sky

That's my crib

Where I live

Walk with these Jordan 3's

You'll be aight slick

Peel off like a New Era sticker

Out that bitch like a newborn my nigga

Smash On O'Leary lyrics - Curren$y

[DJ Don Cannon:]

Imma try something different on this one

Imma let this CD ride out

And I ain't gonna say too much

Don Cannon, [?] Smokee Robinson

Aw yeah

And I'm out, watch this

[Curren$y:]

Nigga I'm

Making moves word to Asher

Spliff crews recording my album and mastered

Flew to the moon 'cause they said it was made of cheese

Be it the strain or the vein, its all good for me

In the mix of the murderers

Strip club parking lot, chalked out

Cause drunk niggas refuse to talk it out

Stomping out lit weed clips, finger stingers

On the [?] actresses and related sisters

Its the king of this rhythmic linguistic killer shit

Rolling that weed, parental advisory sticker shit

Nigga fuck censorship

That crowd moved but I just couldn't get into it

I'm too big homeboy, simply couldn't fit

I concentrated on myself and I struck it rich

Was offered multiple incentives but I couldn't switch

But I did get switches on that S10 Blazer

Like Mr. Oscar, my pops parter slash next-door neighbor

Might run for mayor, feeling so player

Word to [?]

At the Source magazine photoshoot with my homeboy Wiz

On some live nigga shit, G'ed up

Chopped it up, ain't copped no cyphers, just chilled

Yeah

Ain't nothing going on but the bomb ass rap song

Ain't nothing going on but the

Hitting all night long

Fool ain't nothing going on but the bomb ass rap song

Nigga ain't nothing going on but the bomb ass rap song

Hitting all night long

Fool ain't nothing going on but the bomb ass rap song

Reset lyrics - Curren$y

You niggas is, cheap greens, artificial turf

Second in the presence of better, me first

Captain America vs Captain Planet

I control the larger area

Super hero, no cape

Delta force in the third grade

Now or Laters

Basketball cards in my school pants

How to be a player

Got to ask then you can't afford the movie, neighbor

Drop jewels like a butterfinger watch-maker

Money so old it deserve an in-home caretaker

I been talkin' this shit for a minute

Never been called out just been called that nigga

I paid dudes and I tipped em'

I ain't trippin'

Check yo' prescription

Lynches I'm not Pippen

We both scorin' but mine's more awesome

Bitches called him, we smell the weed in the Air Jordans, yeah

Over land, sea, air

Scratch it off the list after I been there

Yeah jets, everytime I drop bars the bar is reset

Stack change and I didn't change

Lookin' down on these fools

Balcony rap, I'm way too high for that, bullshit

So save it neighbor I'm on my paper

Bitch what you think this is

I only fucked twice

Girl what you think you did

Ain't nobody throw rice, spitta, ninja, precise, slice

Overheat never, under pressure, sweat ice, what's pressure

I never felt pressure in my life, it's been a cakewalk

Frosting on my nikes, don't let em' talk

Cut a hater wind short, Chevrolet bow-tie

Tips on the end of my exhaust pipe

Bitches at the window pray they hear that sound every night

But I'm out baby

You my homegirl but this not my house lady

I can't go for that

Hall and Oates these hoes

Fall through, get the cut, clean up, change clothes

Adherent to the jet code, you know how we roll

Bout It lyrics - Curren$y

I represent them jet planes, Young Roddy

Trademark, and Wiz do the same thang

Fly over the city where the hammers bang

Miracle to make it to this age in the physical

And not have fallen victim to violent crime

Living in these wildest times

Your assailant could be a partner of mine

Octogon signs can't stop a nigga when his mind on them digits

Did you figure I could take the day off how?

When tomorrow I'd be better than I am right now

Change clothes, change hoes, change in my ashtray

Pay the toll with a hundred I got the next 99 motherfuckas who coming

If I say that I done it, or doin it presently it's either that or I'm frontin

And that latter act is for suckers

Grape weed in the jar call it smuckers

Put it in the grinder while your up shut the blinds for me momma if you bout it

Is you bout it? Well say you bout it bout it

I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it

Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom

Would of told you but I got high and I forgot about it

Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it

Smoke one for C-Murder you are not forgotten

You lookin for spitta you find me where it's cloudy, cloudy

Yeah nigga I'm rollin thru, orange coup, candy suit, chrome shoes

Attention given to spitta your bitch is ignoring you

You a simp homie she ain't like the way you think

She like "poor me some of that" she can't pronounce what I drink

Aspiring models, showing groupie love to them niggas with 20 bottles in the corners of them clubs

And on the real I been so old G, before my time when I was 17

My main girl was 25

Ain't seen nothin like it in your life

Hot spitta space jam, 11 flow, sole on ice nigga

Is you bout it? Well say you bout it bout it

I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it

Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom

Would of told you but I got high I forgot about it

Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it

Smoke one for C-Murder you are not forgotten

You lookin for spitta you find me where it's cloudy, cloudy

Racing Stripes lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dom Kennedy)

[Curren$y:]

We don't fuck around with them fuck around niggas

That's why the baddest bitches be tryna get down with us

Taking risks, taking trips

Roll a dice, bet it all, we them niggas, bitch, right!

We on all night, lights

Living life fast in between them racing stripes

Living life fast

Full of that loud, got me quiet in the crowd, standing out it

Miami Vice minus Crockett and Tubbs

Keep the Ferrari, them two fools was the fuzz

Can't fuck with that, I'm sorry, cuz

I might be back tomorrow if the head right good

But level with me, I can't be up in here every night

Park Ave, Big Mac on these little nuggets, small fries

Keep that shit up out my combo, I'm up-sized

This is revenge, like when them Russians caught Alonzo at the red light

No bullets, just pens

No machine guns, just machine lip rims

Killing these bitches just the same

Hotel suites, them hoes lay, they get slanged

Go home to you, waiting on the couch to complain

Oh man, Spitta that nigga, how y'all man

Ugh, don't tell me, I was just playing, yeah

And we don't fuck around with them fuck around niggas

That's why the baddest bitches be tryna get down with us

Taking risks, taking trips

Roll a dice, bet it all, we them niggas, bitch, right!

We on all night, lights

Living life fast in between them racing stripes

Living life fast

[Dom Kennedy:]

Let's go!

Ocean in the back, Porsches in the front

This the life I want, baby, we only live it once

I let my fitted sit high cos I am really on my grind

And I got money in my pocket but it's really on my mind

And I like to fuck with girls, but I am really on my rhymes

Tryna make it to the top so I am really on my climb

And the way we finna shine is like the Sun and Moon combine

So when the stars is out, bitch, I just hope you don't go blind

Call me Mark Malo, but I don't serve them hoes no wine

Just [?] on the rocks, and I'm for sure them hoes is mine

Like I got her, and when I'm in your city

Nigga, watch her, I'm finna pop up (let's go)

That 9-11 drop with the top up

Watching how these other niggas watch us

I said, that 9-11 drop with the top up

Me and my nigga Spitta got it locked up, yeah!

[Curren$y:]

And we don't fuck around with them fuck around niggas

That's why the baddest bitches be tryna get down with us

Taking risks, taking trips

Roll a dice, bet it all, we them niggas, bitch, right!

We on all night, lights

Living life fast in between them racing stripes

Living life fast, uh

17.5 Cannons lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Don Cannon)

[Curren$y:]

Jets nigga

Yeah

Jets nigga

Next they'll be dressing like me

But back in the G they wasn't stressing like me

Good thing I had the balls to boss up

If not for that ain't no telling where I might be

Ain't no telling who you might see

No tint, got your world in my passenger seat, wassup

Dropped her off to you

With her fingertips and her lips smelling like weed

Nigga she been rolling it up

Laced locks on my Jordan Ones

Naw homie they ain't come like that

Ya'll remember Mr. Spitta

Mr. Month-After-Month

Panic, Don Cannon your nigga right back

Bitches just fell through with the loud pack

No cigars in my session my crew don't allow that wussup

Yeah

Paper planes, personals to the brain

Help a nigga deal with the ills of the game

The radio station playing favorites

And I don't even turn the TV on

Cause it ain't about the music artists making no more

Its all about scripted realities from their home

Fussing with their kids, fussing with their chicks

Hundred thousand dollars on the line

Run an obstacle course and eat a plate full of shit

Lose a hundred pounds, celebrate, get highed up

Go to the sober house, lay it down

I'm an artist get me the fuck out of here

Nick Diamond Supply outerwear

Two dope Caprice classics

Got suede interior in my slab bitch

So be careful where you pluck your ashes Tonguezilla what up

Yeah

[Don Cannon:]

Shout out to everybody supporting the Jets movement

Don Cannon the money machine

It's real special

Curren$y, Smokee Robinson

Roll up a doobie or something

And oh yeah

I don't let no projects go

Without having one of my joints on it

Ya dig?

The Candy Lady's Crib... lyrics - Curren$y

Bitches know the planes got it Bitches know the planes got it Bitches know the planes got it And where haven't haven't we uhn Vinnie Johnston get in the game, lay put up points quick microwave Industry coruption they tryin to point shaves Dummie down, why, when my audience is just as smart as I If you saw me, told somebody I bet they thought you were lying Fly where never in the space I'm in Never roll round corners that I've been High driving impalla slams, sparks flickin, trippin, scrapin the off ban Fuck it nothin of it my mechanic is the man, and them Hit em on the jack, the part replace that, asap that's that mothafucker Like a deffintion, O.GS watch me I'm a flow right out the television New aero bills reverse sitchin I'll I will re-invent the wheel Prerequisite, intellagence plus sexiness canidate to be a jet miss Queen for a day put cha on the foor of the mardi gras parade High and she smiling wave Brush up on it, get the rust off your moves my lil poney Which ya fine ass cold bottle and my grape cool aid and my wine glass Smokin amsterdam green with my fresh blue number 9's And my red headed honey from burmease Lip stick smears, pass port stamps, eyes simease cat lady the trance Shineing in my Marijuana trance Bull shit still waiti on me when I get back Deal with it don't run Square it up burn down another one You goin to the candy ladys crib wontcha bring me somthin Yea, yea, yea, and fuck them frontin' hoes, we don't think about em'

Yet Another Story... lyrics - Curren$y

Homie still hoopin', the ho still hoein'

Can't end the story, the story still goin'

Homie still hoopin', the ho still hoein'

So I'm still smashing this ho from over a year ago

You remember when I told you about the basketball player's lady?

We took a break but we've been back on lately

With me she been moving to NY City and homie being trady

Secret rendezvous, they came more complicated

Been for a week in the past two months

She been flying me to Vegas and buying me what I want

Trees and kicks all on the bitch I can't front

Monday trips paying on the expense of her man

She circling that 'passenger pick up' until I land

But in the midst of the fucking and gateway druggin'

Shawty done got sloppy, homie came up on somethin'

Bitch done forgot to sign out of her twitter

Now pimpin fishin' through all of our private DM's and

Online history show she's been purchasing tickets from a credit card in his name he didn't know existed

Now her iphone ringin', she answered it

I heard him on the other end panicking

Talking about when he see it how he gon' handle it

And what his goons gon' do to whatever man she with

I Don't Fucks With Em lyrics - Curren$y

[Curren$y:]

Uh yea

Grand national regal speeder

Americanoo magazine readers

Peep me in the fashion feature

My name Spitta nice to meet ya

Whats yo name, that's pretty I get you to the crib for I forget it

We kick it for a minute

But I'll kick ya out if I feel you tryna know to much of my business baby so chill out

Oxymoronic

Go to the sauna to cool out

We blow chronic in the pool house wut you know about it

Chevy "F" body cameros

Louisiana license plate we park em on melrose

New york pad coped california spot next

But I guess I play the telly for the mean in between mr clean kicks

Spent a couple "G's" in supreme

Paintins on my walls autographed jearseys and some flat screens

Smoove could dive in the water without splashin

Have you ever seen a shark with some wings

Word to these jordan 12's

I'm in a taxi talkin to Tidy B on the cell ,business as usual

Treacherous industry the musical

Heavy form in the game will do it to you but I keep it reduced to bud crumbs

Under my cuticles

Flippin on who ever guerrera juventud wcw rappers

This shit trill and ya'll playin

But that's expected from children wut am I sayin

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yea

On the grind made something from nothing so niggas will hate it (niggas will hate it)

Try and play me on some sucka shit oh cause I don't Fuck with you lately

Money on my mind you can name a place I just bought a plane

And I'm on my way there (on my way there)

I'm smokin while I roll another one baby (baby baby)

[Nipsey Hustle:]

They say I spit that pistol grip poetry

It's just the loc in me

On my hip is 12 zeros after a quarter key

9 double "M" for you niggas that's not as cold as me

Dope cause I'm supposed to be

Slauson were my soldiers be

My story is ocean deep and my coast is controled by me

Bitches that ain't notice me now file my nails and lotion feet

I'm buzzin uncontrolably

Richer than with no release

Most of these rappers that's feelin like they is the golden C

H.I.L.I. to the D go ask yo bitch who fly as me

Fly as we Wiz Khalif Curren$y they certainly

Heard of me

Heard of we they beat the track while I merk the beat

Next time I sign I need atleast a bail for a murder beef

Fuck they web they searchin me I'm blowin up insurgency

9 11 portia and my car is an emergency

Carmen Sandiago were the hell on the earth is he probly some were gettin what's synonymous with Curren$y

Hussle

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yea

On the grind made something from nothing so niggas will hate it (niggas will hate it)

Try and play me on some sucka shit oh cause I don't Fuck with you lately

Money on my mind you can name a place I just bought a plane

And I'm on my way there (on my way there)

I'm smokin while I roll another one baby (baby baby)

Monte Carlo Music lyrics - Curren$y

[Curren$y:]

Eight cylinders, two doors

A back seat nobody can sit in

No rust on my door hinges

There'll be no squeakin' when I get in

Spent a few dollars

To ride a old school Monte Carlo without a problem

Reliable as my newer whip, homeboy-

I Really do this shit

No tint on my windows:

Hella high with nothin' to hide

Pirelli tires clingin' for dear life

Them rims wide, my nigga

Four cars, one summer

Still east-side Spitta frontin'-

Like you don't remember

Had them rims matchin'

That was way back then-

2002-knowing who I was

But I didn't know you

The fuck you talking 'bout

In that shit cruiser

That you're dragging through the parking lot?

'87 Aerocoupe-I had that-targa tops

The King Arthur of the Car Club

Trophies tall as your oldest kid

Place them next to my Switchblade 86

Your girl asked to take pictures leaning on it

Made you sick

Floor shifting. A true SS

Not a clone with bootleg ground effects-

Leave that shit at home

Authentic- the description of all things Spitta

Roll a joint for my oil change niggas in fifteen minutes

Take two pulls, let my bitch hit it

Doing a hundred in the eighty-fo'

It's that monte carlo music, trillest shit I ever drove

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