Pay Attention lyrics - Curren$y
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
14 karat gold bathroom fixtures
Medusa faces on my pillow cases, this is living
Sucker niggas wanna see it ended
Last straw must have been when they heard about that Bentley
Damn dog, I was just chilling
Fools had loot before me, I ain't wanna kill them
Fuck wrong with going to get it?
Y'all got me twisted, I work hard for this shit
I got it, I ain't hiding it, riding 'round got my joint lit
A Vick of that OG in the Louie bag, I'm a boss, bitch
Them suckers ain't like us, they ain't jets, hardly
Not cool partially, they totally off key
You can call me Mr. Mo G's
Cause I stack them up like 10 stories
Applaud these moves I made that got me paid
I know what it is, the lights used to get turned off in my crib
Shook that shit off, destroy, rebuild, I'm a boss
And the Lifers gon' get high to this shit
Count a million in the vault, listen to the Jet laws
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
I peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Handling in that Porsche Carrera like it's fucking stolen
Told the man in the mirror, "You's a fucking cold blooded nigga"
Igloo, my whole crew a bunch of eskimos in here
Flow cold, I can make a polar bear shiver
Haters got the tight face, looking Joan Rivers
They all upset, no seats on the jet
Them hoes ain't walking home wit' ya
They only on you when you on nigga
That's game from a OG, these ain't songs
Nigga this Spitta, no country for quitters
My mind on a million, my hands on the wheel
I'm on the road to the riches
And I'm playing my mirrors
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life
#CruiseLife lyrics - Curren$y
Ride 2 miles per hour so everybody
Get a glimpse of the real nigga who inside it
With my cousin G5 we highed up cloudy
Bitches getting stoned just from standing around us
Music turnt up but the smoke way louder
Must be amateur night, these motherfucking kids
Think they fucking with us, they fucking stupid
They talking shit just to hear themselves
But I ain't worrying about 'em
I got a life time subscription of that Car and Driver
California prescription, pounds of exotic
Riding to that old Hypnotize Mind shit
Stay in the flyest stitches, not even tryin bitches
You lying nigga, smoking that middle class grass
You ain't really high is ya
I would a put you down if you wasn't such a clown
But I figured I share it with my team, cause I came in here with 'em
Grab a plate, Thanksgiving
Word to Corner Boy P, I'm lane switchin', Chevy heavy
So is my chain nigga, Spitta Andretti
On a paper mission, Indy 500 driven
Addicted to this winning, this the victory lap
In front the club you wanna get in
I ain't even attending, just maintaining my engine
See I got too many cars
And it be 3 months before I got a chance to get in 'em
Take 'em out for a ride, make sure they doin' fine
Mo' money, mo problems, these problems I don't mind
Standing outside trying pick which one I'mma drive
Let my bitches decide, appreciating my high
What The Fuck lyrics - Curren$y
This thing of ours
Got me driving sports cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside of 5-star hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all wobbly
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how life get, when you pilot with the owners
The ones who set prices
Bringing that green sticky cactus to your cypher
I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners want the finer, things designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma
Put that on my momma, that's gonna look so good on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the saga
Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought they own, we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church homie gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we go colossal
Talking money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all niggas too childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds they playing
What da fuck
We pull V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop never been up here huh?
You can't come through alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes
Take it all in love, you around some grown men
The chosen know when the going get tough
The tough roll up and keep right the fuck going
Champagne pouring every morning, celebration god kept us we made it
He ain't let them haters take us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour after that paper
A tower where I lay up
Lil mama in that Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup
For wherever the day may take us
Skybox suite catered, Clippers versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a lil work a lil playing
I'm saying.....what the fuck
Livin' lyrics - Curren$y
Showroom Testarossa
Leather in here softer than your sofa
Who the livest crew that you know of?
Smelling like a pound when we show up, more getting rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, bring them bottles over
Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the ashtray of the Rover
That's my lil' homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded
I play the cut 'til the nigga either bored or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o'clock in the morning
This thing we've built, got my money stacks on stilts
Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her friends
Saturday night card game, still ain't nothing changed, that's moms
I love to see her having a good time
Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner
Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea it's still glowing
This bitch rubbing on my car seats, she fucking rolling
I do my thing and write about it in the morning
Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living
You niggas know we ride
Nigga, forever high
That is why we never die
Jet living
I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm sitting on keys
Pilot of the motherfucking J-E-T
Now if you wanna join the team, you know you must see me
But a sucker motherfucker's who you cannot be
Big drapes in my crib, hoes getting good sleep
Good rest, get up, go out, do they best
On behalf of the set, bring it back to the G's
I throw some to my bitch and spend the rest on weed
Way more than you need or could ever believe
In your lifetime your square eyes have ever see
Nigga, on point flow, so infrared beam
Choose sides 'fore we ride, nigga no in between
Set some fire to that Raw cone
Calling shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, plotting all in my sleep
Bumping Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my
Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living
You niggas know we ride
Nigga, forever high
That is why we never die
Jet living
Conference Call lyrics - Curren$y (feat. The Jets)
[Curren$y:]
Honey counting 100 stacks with her titties out
Im smoking till this 9 foot window plotting on locking these cities down
Im talking plural more than 1 town I got 1
I need 2 get 3 more now control the whole grid
Gotta make it real somehow
4 mill worth of automobiles in front my house bitches know a nigga
If I say its going down, you can wait right here
For it to fall from the clouds
You have no idea what I been through
Pay the cost to be this, boss nigga you see bitch
So make room nevermind I got walk in closets in my crib twice this size
With all kinds of deadstock jordans locked inside
Real music lasts forever this is how we never die
[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
The hardest niggas spittin' we the trillest crew in it
Jets set mofucka we been at it for a minute
No L'S on the record a few double U's pending
Translation we winnin' nigga!
Dropping cash on whatever fast
I ain't tripping watch me make it back
Spit some bars on a track in return I get some racks
Stacks on stacks on stacks
Polo slacks on slacks on slacks
With the socks and the shirt to match cool cat with my bucket hat
Chill new orleans nigga getting figures bitches fuck with that
Im coolin out in harlem 9-11 where my hustlers at
Laying in the trap, rollin sour at the pack
Posted right in front of 50 with the loud I know you hear me
Hollaback some other time not right now im on my grind
I want whats mine, and that includes what I been do im overdue
To dollar signs, diamond in the rough but fuck it
Still I shine, draped in the finest threads Ralph Lauren designs
[Whizz:]
You see me getting to the money partner
I'm getting closer nigga closer
I'm running up it
The level growing and it's growing like a country crocket
We get that potent dropping
And the people steady copping
We keep it coming and it's coming like it's never stopping
I get the road the roller like construction in the open
I gotta plan a jet across the land and over oceans
I'm seeing money bags up in my vision like I'm loaded
That's just how deep I'm in this shit that money taking over
I think I'm going loony give a fuck I'm staying focused
It's hocus pocus bitch like I've been whipping in the kitchen
I'm on the mission for big banking like the television
It's higher definition up in every bar I mention
Nigga first class you don't see me slipping on my shifting
[Young Roddy::]
I let my nigga smash, I don't save no bitch
But now I'm like, light up and blaze that, yeah
Momma say she want a nigga who stay on his shit
Uh, and if that ain't trill, then what you call that
Them hood hoes swear to God I'm hood rich
They tryin' to count my cash girl fall back
I'm killing them niggas tell em go dig a ditch
And it was all good when it was all bad
Uh, my uncle done 22 flat, by the time he made it home
His little nephew was grown
With intentions to blow the fuck up, and put him on
So I'm steady, writing that ill shit, trying to make my meal ticket
Promethazine keep me tilting 650
When the clock struck 7 I had 7 grams of sticky
Uh, so when I'm in my zone please don't tempt me
I'm close to the edge so don't push me... out
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