The Briefing lyrics - Curren$y

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah

(About a hundred and fifty years in the making, nigga)

(Real life)

Jets, nigga

Uh

(Long road nigga)

Now, Independence Day, that was a mixtape

Higher Than 30,000 Feet, that was also a mixtape

Welcome to the Winner's Circle, that was one of my mixtapes

Fear and Loathing in New Orleans, one of my mixtapes

Uh, Super Tecmo Bowl, that was also one of my mixtapes

It gets a little fuzzy around here, uh

Fast Times in Ridgemont Fly, that was one of my mixtapes

Forgive me, I did too many

But uh... Fin, that was my last mixtape

And that brings us here

And see this, right here

This Ain't No Mixtape

I heard a lot of music, I heard a lot of mixtapes

This is not no motherfuckin' mixtape

Yeah!

Monsta Beatz behind the boards

Spitta in the booth

How long it took for us to do this, man?

I say about... a month and a half... y'knowwhatimsayin'

We did it all, courtesy of good weed, bad bitches and cold champagne

I had a good time

Dee-Low, did you have a good time?

Jean, did you have a good time?

Ridge, you had a good time, man?

Well, that's good 'cause we all had a good time

So we pretty sure y'all gonna have a good time

I know y'all digging this beat, y'all wondering what I'ma do wit it

If I'ma talk or just let it fade out

Or If I'ma get at it

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

Yeah, went solo on that ass but it's still the same

Niggas tryna jump ship to catch a ride on the plane

Niggas don't got shit to do they're throwing dirt on my name

I ain't got nothing to do but tie my big shoe strings

Louis pouch for loose change, couple joints of Mary Jane

A few Starbursts, you know who bought those cars first

You know who fuck them broads thirst

Them niggas flows be bad, you know who toss those bars worst

Spitta that nigga man star classman of the verse

Drug hip hop for my verse

Told her baby wake up, now may I play you a few cuts

Jets baby, you tryna see us then look up

By most I pulled two cuts, my Tesla roadster do donuts

I don't ride that bitch too much, I'm tryna keep the mileage low

I'm the difference between a yacht and a shrimp boat

You're the difference between a thrift store and trench coat

The difference between a Gulfstream and economy coach

This ain't a mixtape but dream this is really so

Snuck in the game, you lames left a crack in the door

We being stingy, we ain't givin' away swagga no more

So when we shop, we make the owners close down the store

Yeah, and they look up to the jets, nigga now where haven't we

And they look up to the jets, nigga now where haven't we... uh

Fuck boys wondering if they, yeah

Roll something up

Roll something up

Roll something up

Roll something up

Bitch, nigga