Curren$y Lyrics: 2026

Opening Credits lyrics - Curren$y

It was right around the time

I thought I had to move back with my mom

I had to sell my first lowrider

Halfway to the top, went to sleep, woke up at the bottom

They turned off my lights, I lit candles and I plotted

Got it before, getting it again shouldn't be a problem

Every month dropped something

Then the Double X-L put a nigga on the cover

Made the freshmen ten like a year before my brother Wiz

Rap hustling and we rocked e'rywhere we went

Then I tried to start to start a business with Damon

Charged that to the game, learned some thangs

I thought I earned some change

But fuck it, mayne, it's all the same, I'd live the same life again

If it don't kill ya, it just make you realer

Stepping into the house shoes of a big wheeler

Always wrote my own rules; this Jet Life, nigga

Remembering when I couldn't smoke in the buildings

Now the executives is dancing on the ceiling

I've been moving around, moving around trying to get it

Long As The Lord Say lyrics - Curren$y

Cranberry crepes to begin the day

Just another chance to fill the safe

Let us pray, if we pull it off and get away, smooth escape

And they stay fam for all our days, forever paid

Never played, never saved a bitch who misbehaved

That's a privilege, niggas is made

Andretti Corleone, Spitta in his lane

Don't be over here get ran over, no brakes in the rain

High performance motors, champagne

By God's amazing grace I done maintained

Foolishly wake up tomorrow, do the same thing

Money and drugs on the brain, just trying to come up outchea

It's rough outchea mane, drain all the love out your veins

Nothing but a cold blooded hustler remain

Trying to get to it, multiply by two it then five

Divide it amongst my crew, you know how we do

Plottin' like always

Marble floor hallways

Smoked out all day, tryin' to get more paid

Long as the Lord say the same, mane

Plottin' like always

Marble floor hallways

Smoked out all day, tryin' to get more paid

Long as the Lord say the same, mane

We can have championship rings

Touch, any and everything

Come out on top long as I don't stop

When I don't drop it be like a coke drought

Dad will be back soon, love don't pout

Dirty stall mean you already know who let the dogs out

Same nigga stay bringing cars out

When it's broads, same player rock the gold, nigga getting hoes

Pull up bumping this probably get you mo'

I'm super glued to the G-code

Sticking to the script, played the role, made the honor roll

Shit makes sense to you further on down the road

Shiver when I spoke to her cause my game cold

Icebreaker cut precise like lasers

VVS talk quite persuasive

Plottin' like always

Marble floor hallways

Smoked out all day, tryin' to get more paid

Long as the Lord say the same, mane

Plottin' like always

Marble floor hallways

Smoked out all day, tryin' to get more paid

Long as the Lord say the same, mane

Plottin' like always

Marble floor hallways

Smoked out all day, tryin' to get more paid

Long as the Lord say the same, mane

Plottin' like always

Marble floor hallways

Smoked out all day, tryin' to get more paid

Long as the Lord say the same, mane

Cargo Planes lyrics - Curren$y

Never half ass, only get the dopest from me

Rollin with the homie Ski

My dog Fatts, LBC

Even if the pot was to drop and break

Fiends'll still pay top dollar for the shake flakes

They could scrape

Eating off these fine rhymes, like china plates

Instrumentals in my Bentley on the interstate

Millionares relate, cause I talk money

My niggas on the grind say I talk for em

Using this art as a talk forum

To spark notions, to start motion

Hope for the hopeless

Ain't know it when I wrote it

But my lines saved a man life

When I met him he told me

In a meet and greet line with a jernt

Him and his girl rolled for me

Thats why I keep going G, totally

Never half ass, only get the dopest from me

Rolling with the homie Ski

Smoking that spoken warrior tree

Green leaves, frosty with THC

Produce mo', Studio Judo

Sell out shows to cop mo' Chevy 2 Do's

Build another house just for me to park those

This is Curren$y in muthafuckin' boss mode

Currently running that Pilot Talk code

Now raise your glasses if you want mo'

We in the house like your closet door

I'm in yo bitch like a spinal chord

All up her back nigga, you don't like that

But she love it, thats why she does it

Never displaying affection when we out in public

Cause muthafuckas looking, and shit'll look ugly

So walk right past me homegirl, and do not say nuttin'

Secret __cpLocations we meet at, and then we cuttin'

Money discussions, when my bottom

Momma pack twin Louis Vuitton duffles

We coming up, with another plan to get it

Make sure the truck big enough to load all the cash in it

Ferrari's 40 yard dashing

Vanishing, behind gated mansion's

Smoking to the fact we always know that we would have it

It's turning out greater than we even had imagined

Bored with some luxuries, I never thought I'd haven't

Im just happy that when I see my momma she laughing

Stashing more weight, just in case she asks me

But she'll never need it cause she'll already have it

All of this coming from rapping bout

Last night action, last night madness

These other rappers is not even challenging

Or raising the bar

They sneaking under it or trying to crawl past it

We trying make classics here

Throw that other shit in the trash its weird

My dog Fatts

LBC

Froze lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Riff Raff)

La musica de Harry Fraud

[RiFF RAFF:]

Feel so cold

I came up in the world so cold

Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze

Feel so cold

I came up in the world so cold

Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze

I, I, I came up in this world so cold, cold, cold

Yeah, uh, mind incoherent

Taint the days, from the bad experience

I don't hit the line, I pass the interior, e-e-exterior Phantom

Seldom wait for stanza

Bout to hit a couple stories, boy scout lantern, ca-ca-cathedral box

Center stage, like Chris Rock

Recline the top, like Peter Pan drop

Drop a couple smells, top smells, top shelf

Ch-ch-cheddar melt

Fast forward silk chain, made from Tinkerbell

Luxury coated, due to a couple past tense

Marinara sauce on the seat belts, Versace fence

I'm Michael Phelps with the gold medallions, dang

I pulled a couple stallions, my rims rattle, I ball like Ralph Samson

Riff!

[RiFF RAFF (Curren$y):]

Feel so cold

I came up in the world so cold (la-da-da-da)

Got my heart on froze (cold, froze)

My heart on froze (froze, fo'sho)

Feel so cold, I came up in the world so cold

(Cold, peep them rings, they're icy, no?)

Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze

(Na-na-na, nigga, nigga, uh)

I, I, I came up in this world so cold, cold, cold

[Curren$y:]

Undefeated like my sweats, untouchable rep

Underrated, overhated, fuck 'em, I'm a Jet

Life on the set, nigga, live and direct

Like an intercept, halt your progress

I don't celebrate that touchdown yet

You soft as a nightgown, clown, I see that right now

I'm cold, I'm froze like you should have wrapped them pipes

I'm cold, I'm froze like put some coats

On them children 'fore you let them outside

Getting strong off that green spinach, bitch; Popeye

Pot got me lazy in my long-sleeved tie dye

Whippin' a Mercedes AMG '96 two-door

600 alloy wheels on it, yeah

Introduce me to your best bitch, homie

Eyes can't hide her desire, she on me

Heart on fire for Mr. Frosty, I'm cold, nigga

[RiFF RAFF (Curren$y):]

Feel so cold

I came up in the world so cold (la-da-da-da)

Got my heart on froze (cold, froze)

My heart on froze (froze, fo'sho)

Feel so cold, I came up in the world so cold

(Cold, peep them rings, they're icy, no?)

Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze (na-na-na)

Get Down lyrics - Curren$y

Drugs for you ears

You've been alive, just wasn't aware

But now you have to get down

And we're so happy to have you, have to get down

Drugs for you ears

You've been alive, just wasn't aware

But now you have to get down

And we're so happy to have you, have to get down

I wrote a million dollar verse on a napkin

While awaiting my baked Alaska

Couple shots before and after the meal

But not too much liquor to handle

Swear I got this audio dope mastered by engineers

Professors who receive masters, it's degrees

Certain things you must achieve 'fore you ask it be allowed

All inside our stoner pow-wow

So include it in the private cloud cause this game sorta got my spirits down

I need my baddest bitch and my realest niggas and a couple pounds

Years later, Pilot Talk III finally being wrote now

So tell them culture vultures where to stick it

Tell them stuffed suits to up them digits

We drug dealing, musical terrorism

Underground faction existing

So you don't have to accept that bullshit they giving you to listen

Drugs for you ears

You've been alive, just wasn't aware

But now you have to get down

And we're so happy to have you, have to get down

Drugs for you ears

You've been alive, just wasn't aware

But now you have to get down

And we're so happy to have you, have to get down

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

You know what I smoke anywhere I go

All access, never it locked though

Spitta got the key to the globe, well travelled

I done lost more passports than you done took trips lil daddy

Let's congratulate less on the purchase of his Caddy

Strolling in the booth with a freshly lit fatty

No raw packages so I had to zig-zag it

Like I did back when, ain't nothin' changed but the addresses

New crib but I kept my old door mat

Remind yourself where you came from, you could go back

You've been told that, buss em, know that

Cause they've been shown that

Learn the hard way, dead in the hallway

Or cuffed and stuck sitting in the back of them cars mayne

When you could have been a star mayne, shit raw mayne

I want you to have it all, big crib, big car

Have your cake and eat it, every motherfuckin' piece

With the icing that you like

La-la-da-da-la-la-la-la, life

Drugs for you ears

You've been alive, just wasn't aware

But now you have to get down

And we're so happy to have you, have to get down

Drugs for you ears

You've been alive, just wasn't aware

But now you have to get down

And we're so happy to have you, have to get down

Sidewalk Show lyrics - Curren$y

One time for the lifers, two times for the lighters

One is nothing if the other not present in the cypher

Let us never be divided, OG game provided

By the star of the show, not a side kick

My side chick got a side chick

That both came to slip and slide on my shh

If I can find time

Diamonds in my Rolex got me temporarily blind

Forgive me for that braggadoious line

I'm not so flashy with mine

But every now and again you gotta remind niggas that I'm really on the grind

Some rappers just say it cause it rhymes

I say it, I plant it and then it's mine

Roll up on me and see with your own eyes

That SLS keep em surprised

James Brown rendition

Don Perrignon bottles is frigid

A couple models in here, Bridgette and Bridget

On wise and done lines, I spectated they got naked and played twister

I rolled another broken finger, this one was more extended

Smoke this for my nigga who no longer with us

Your spirit jump out them T-shirts and pictures

You live on my nigga

It's like them coward ass suckas never killed ya

I'm taking dabs of the OG wax

My girl at the spa getting a Brazillian

When she get home I'm going swimming in it

The 560 SL lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Curren$y:]

560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SLHeard they're tryna stop us but oh well

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SL

Heard they're tryna stop it but oh well

Skyline, condo high rise

Roof top pool, let them birds swan dive

Disrespect the apple of your eye

Thinking she was a prize

She a pie and everybody gets a slice

Cut, slumped in the 240 SX

And they ain't even know it was us

Surprised by the time they realize you was dealin' with the deal

Fuckin' with the motherfukers, homie this is real

Michael Mann, camera pan, glimpse into the life that I live

It's just rap but it's looking like that king pin shit, so they set traps

Tell 'em throw that salt back on the spice rack

Bosses take and give careers back

Orphans looking for their real dads

Oh how many rap sons I have

Laughing as I hit the gas, then I lit the gas

560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SLHeard they're tryna stop us but oh well

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SL

Heard they're tryna stop it but oh well

560 SL, $70, pump one at the shell

Who else could it possible be?

Done so well you know it had to be me

Capital G, tee tops on the grand national

At the business conference via satellite

Couldn't make it in cause I had a wild night

Fill me in on what I'm missing, get them checks right

The streets gon' love with what I do with mine on site

Super sport, pumped on the black tops in the cut

Ballin' out, holding that smoke in

As the world go round, prices go up

As the tips go down, they duplicate, we innovate sounds

That's why I never play my new shit round them clowns

King shit, Rolex crowns, we chopping paper in here

Don't know what you talking bout right now

We sittin' in this

560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SLHeard they're tryna stop us but oh well

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SL

Heard they're tryna stop it but oh well

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm finished answering question on personal shit

I'm tired of niggas running up on me asking for verses and shit

Been too many places where they act like we ain't supposed to be there

They don't respect us, still we start cursing and shit

I might need a hearse for my 'fit

My verses so tight that I have to write them cursive and spit

I might need a nurse I'm that sick

I might need a girl who don't care about purses and shit

I might be the best of my time, my team record perfect

Can't achieve 'less you workin'

I done came a long way, came a long way

These boys ain't never seen it, I heard it

That's why they show me love and respect when they see me in person

Show you how to be a boss instead of being a burden

Spread love, that's the player way

Got your main bitch in my Mercedes rolling up

Thought I told you I'ma shine fool

Pocket full of money, keep them pistols in the tuck

In my

[Curren$y:]

560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SLHeard they're tryna stop us but oh well

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SL

Heard they're tryna stop it but oh well

560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SLHeard they're tryna stop us but oh well

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SL

Heard they're tryna stop it but oh well

Audio Dope 5 lyrics - Curren$y

Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordan's... nigga

Bunsen burners, laboratory beakers

Pour it in the speakers

Haters fire heatseekers

Though they fail to reach us, we

Too cold, your soul

Shiver when you see us

Mad that you can't be us

So you planning ways to see us

Defeated, it's not happening

One deep in them two seaters mashing

Ignoring the pain like pitbulls when they scrapping

I'm, too far in it to stop and see if I'm injured

I gotta finish my nigga, I gotta kill it

Signed, sealed, delivered at your front door nigga

Where you gonna go nigga

Audio dope dealers

Smugglers ripping through the jungle on them four wheelers

Shit don't get no real love

We got these hoes chilling

Because we can smoke in here

Working hard, we party with the privileged

I got it all, because I'm gifted

The lord giveth, my nigga

Knocking at the door cause' they want some more

Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans

I can't afford, to not record it

Cause' I know them niggas waiting on it

Knocking at the door cause' they want some more

Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans

I can't afford, to not record it

Cause' I know them niggas waiting on it

Jet life, love boat, all aboard bitches

Smoke a jernt, and play some shuffleboard with me

Them boys living, them boys getting it

Going from boys to men

Check the cut on my denim

Check the stitching

Authenticism in my lyricism

Studio coke written

The booth, the stove, the kitchen

Scraping the sides of the pot

Not a dollar we missing

And the aim still the same

We acquiring more millions

It's like the Wire

It's like New Jack City

It's like Menace

This shit serious, I'm not kidding

You'll get killed for being curious

Cats get chased by the big dogs

Round' here, aw yeah

Shit will get wicked quick

And ya'll was just kicking it

Now you gotta pick up your homie up

Cause he got hit, and them niggas is still shooting

Fuck is you gonna do

Pussyfoots'll never feel a real niggas shoes

Knocking at the door cause' they want some more

Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans

I can't afford, to not record it

Cause' I know them niggas waiting on it

Hoes feel this, professional audio dope dealers

Yeah man

Life I Chose lyrics - Curren$y (feat. J Townsend)

Botched hits, failed attempts

Though we never died, suckers better hide

Or regret they tried

Fumbled, 4th and one

On the goal line, I'm 'fin to take it back that 99

96 flow shift, Impala with the cherry wine

Bitches trying to sip, don't get too drunk to ride

Might call up on you bitch you know there is a time

We might need you for a mission

I weigh your living on line, cause they see us getting it

Wonder if its mafia tied, scheduled one lyrics keep 'em high

Surveillance at the marina, they ain't think I seen 'em but I spied

They tried to tail us home from the arena

Hoping that would lead 'em to a lead

We waving as we pass off, peace

Boss fool, people that you got to talk to before you run up on me

Doors you got to be walked through by OG's

Triple OG's, like 1000, listening to Ice T with a frozen Long Island

Trying to get right quick like right now-ish

[J. Townsend:]

This is the life I chose, yeah

And this the life I'm living

No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I'm given

That's why I don't fuck around, don't fuck around, don't fuck around

Cause you know I'll make it down, I'll make it down, I'll make it down

Paper straight but I keep it in the closet

Furs on the coat rack, rollies in the pockets

My girl mom wanted her to marry a doctor

Disappointed in her choice until I picked her up in from the airport in that Rolls Royce

What could you say, the cost to be the boss been paid

I lost some but in the end I won

When its all done they say I was the one

Don't apologize though, I ain't worried bout it

Knew I was ill-er than those niggas the whole time

You smell the difference in my gas when I roll by

I could probably teach a a class

So much work, I make it seem effortless

Everyday sweats I'm in still fresher then peppermints

These niggas better chill before I start rapping for real

Independent hustler, then I got a major deal

Released barges of raw at will and I will, nigga

[J. Townsend:]

This is the life I chose, yeah

And this the life I'm living

No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I'm given

That's why I don't fuck around, don't fuck around, don't fuck around

Cause you know I'll make it down, I'll make it down, I'll make it down

This is the life I chose, yeah

And this the life I'm living

No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I'm given

That's why I don't fuck around, don't fuck around, don't fuck around

Cause you know I'll make it down, I'll make it down, I'll make it down

Pot Jar lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Jadakiss)

[Curren$y:]

Parlayed the Caymans

Flew to vegas just in time for the weigh-in

Fight night, MGM, vaporizer blazing

Valet for the classics, trucks with armored glasses

Franchise players on a momentous occasion

Announce the fact we made it, tip a c-note to the waiters

Send a bottle to your table, it's a celebration

Rollie presidential, inauguration stones clearer than an HD station

And you hating

If you'd have had one that's nice I'd have told you congratulations

I stole home base while you was tying your laces

Your bitch gave out the dugout

Smoked out the clubhouse

Welcome to the majors

Niggas hoping I get knocked off

In the studio making them drop offs

Ducking them hip-hop cop cars

Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

Certified dope on three coasts

Bread healthy, wheat toast

Tryna see the fam wealthy, the fam help me

Held me down when I needed it

Held me up when I couldn't reach it

Flashlight when I couldn't see shit

Saying my prayers, smoking my weed

Listening to Roy Ayers

With more pull in my city than the mayor

Smart not scared

Highed up but aware and prepared

If them fools from over there ever came round here

But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it

(Audio drug lord with this music)

Niggas hoping I get knocked off

In the studio making them drop offs

Ducking them hip-hop cop cars

Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

[Jadakiss:]

Don't nothing move but the decimal

Everyday above ground is a chess move

Don't let the little things stress you

If you can go without killing a nigga, you successful

Low key, like I'm riding with a whole key

But I'm just chasing these cookies with this OG

I don't do first halfs, I need the whole fee

You want Jada, Kiss, or you want the whole me? (which one)

And I don't be popping bubbles

If I ain't house shopping, I'm at the dealer copping doubles

Ain't where I wanna be, but I'm not far

Answers at the bottom of my pot jar (light one)

[Curren$y:]

Niggas hoping I get knocked off

In the studio making them drop offs

Ducking them hip-hop cop cars

Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

Search Party lyrics - Curren$y

Sucka ass niggas keep stealing

The real ones keep building more shit

Clown shit that I'm not feeling

Too much, cut that bullshit, snuff they dealings

Mainstream got it all fucked up

You want the real dope then you gotta come to us

Underground niggas papered up

Fuck that award show

Get 'em tickets to my bitch like "y'all go"

I gotta get these bars wrote, that raw coke

Musical key loads, boat loads, car loads

Hollywood celebrity types and hood stars know

Your existence is hanging in the balance bro

Residuals is critical, we need them stacks kid

Wake up to them bowls, no cereal

Plane materials is how I flow

If I write about it then believe it's what I know

That's why it comes so easy to me

You see literally I flow like a river current

While them other niggas fronting, finna say fuck it

Star write screen plays

Swear my life like a movie in so many ways

Aw man

I'ma kill a niggas spirit when I pull up in this

The kid cruising by without going into the event

Crew members in attendance so I'm represented well

I was in the studio with that triple beam scale

New Beamers, swerve 'em in the rain, make 'em fishtail

Reckless, though I mean well

My intentions were good, but my niggas too hood

You was talking down on the set and it got back to 'em

Now my dawg highly upset, I gotta watch what he doing

Cuz if he catch you slipping he might do something stupid

I worked to hard for this to see my niggas lose and being foolish

I was aware the snakes was there when I moved in

But that money make it easier for home improvements

Make sure that you trust your shooters

The closest ones to ya be the ones that'll do ya

I ain't have to tell ya

All I Know lyrics - Curren$y

Adidas slides, when I arrive

Hundreds socks, money knots

Left a couple killers outside, under strict instruction

If I ain't back in 15 minutes, They tryin somethin, Rush em

Chichi get the yayo

We could shape into what we want like Play-Doh, with this batch

A Ferrari FF hatchback

Brown cajun, blazin out the sour patch

Time lapsed, clouds passed, My mind wraps around plans to bring in more cash

Make em more mad, Jernt burnin slow

Biscayne Bay, Cigarrete Boats go fast

I know what they used to call em, because Im OG used to ballin

Now homie you can’t see, but you pretend that you was lookin for em

In a player ass loft witcho girlfriend cookin for em

Money hoes clothes, yea that’s all a nigga know

Stars on the roof bitch, marble on the floor

A hunnit jernts comin yea that’s all a nigga know

Tell the truth you know I get it bitch, and all these niggas know

Fifty roaches in the ashtray

Smokin better than good on a bad day

I could see my cars from this balcony

Bitch you could touch the stars from this balcony

Schoolin em

Teachers lounge, Drinkin crown with the faculty

To trade this, I had to be crazy bitch

Thought I made dumb decisions til they saw I made it stupid rich

Played it smart with my mind, not my heart

Automatic start, and assisted parallel park

And I don’t even like new cars, this for my broad

Grind hard with my dogs

Day oners, front runners, the done numbers

1997 Bulletproof Hummers

61 Impalas with the gold bumpers

Double antennas

Rap hustlin ass niggas smokin out yo bidness center for the whole winter

Money hoes clothes, yea that’s all a nigga know

Stars on the roof bitch, marble on the floor

A hunnit jernts comin yea that’s all a nigga know

Tell the truth you know I get it bitch, and all these niggas know

Briefcase lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah

On a mission and I'm fishin' for my niggas

Fuck around found Pilot Talk III

Million cash in the safe, help me sleep safe

Handcuff my favourite bitch to the briefcase

Baby text me, let me know you made it in safe

Condo, capital city of each state

Enough here for all of us to have a slice of cake

Make sure every body ate, the whole family straight

Try to keep a tidy place and have it free of snakes

Cause you know they slither in here some kinda way

Some disguised as friends, masks on they face

Fake smiles, devilish grins, looks of hate

Steer clear of them cause them niggas they'll take ya

For a long ride, they find ya tied up off the interstate

Stakes high, but I’m higher

Keys open doors to my lowrider

Somewhere inside I'm sure I got a lighter

Take flight after we find it

Racecar driver slash airplane pilot

Dress better than yo stylist nigga I'm not even tryin'

You wastin' time lookin' at shit you ain't even buyin'

I'm on the lot and you barely online browsin'

Tryna tell me what to do with my shit

Organized crime, in my mind game applied

Dream realized, things visualized, materialized

Words to my rhymes, I'm swervin' in my '65

13 inch gold spokes white wall tires

Young'un you 'round grown folks

Keep some open eyes, and ears

You might learn something up here

No fear, just blood sweat and gears

Shifting the number one position, top tier

For the right amount of dollars my nigga, I'll appear

The whole crowd high off the dope for they ears

Catalogue thats enough dope for the years

I'm on for hella seasons like cheers nigga yeah

Million cash in the safe, help me sleep safe

Handcuff my favourite bitch to the briefcase

Baby text me, let me know you made it in safe

Condo, capital city of each state

Enough here for all of us to have a slice of cake

Make sure every body ate, the whole family straight

Try to keep a tidy place and have it free of snakes

Cause you know they slither in here some kinda way

On a mission and I'm fishin' for my niggas

Fuck around found Pilot Talk

Yeah, yeah

Seen niggas blow up and blow it, you know it

One of the last stoned poets

Lemonade Mimosas lyrics - Curren$y

Treacherous bitches tryna snatch bricks out the crib before you build it

Roll one up for my nigga, gotta smoke it alone cause somebody killed him

So I'm roaming the city stoned, won't leave the town alone

Stay puttin' on, new shit

Louie Vuitton case for the pool sticks

Want it off the brick, show you what to do with this

Audio drug lord, penning that dope for yo ass to smoke

Four bars like an 8 ball of snow

Hundred dollar bills rolled into a straw

She havin' a classic coke, her model feature still intact

That powder yet to take a toll on her

She in the suite at the game huntin' business owners

Tryna get one of them fools to throw a ring on it

Won't be me or none of my homies

That money got our attention every minute

Every second thinking of ways to bring them cheques in

It's a obsession

Focused on grosses, never on these hoes'

Jets up in motion, Land, Air, Ocean

Lames we don't know them

Game to be sold, not told

Count it up, stash it

Then bring some more in

This is not a game but we playin'

With some dope bitch

Paid in the shade nigga

Lemonade Mimosas

Airport passenger pick up

Lookin' like a showroom

This how our bitches come to get us

Every moment worthy of pictures

Each one worth a million

Shift gears like pulling the trigger

Killin' them niggas Leave they head spinnin'

They find they women missin'

Mama tryna kick it like a habit

But if its not bout cash I keep dippin'

That cadillac viscous

Thats the homie Vish shit

Painted and on switches riding to the bank

Fuck what a bitch think no tint on the windows

Sharks in the fish tank chillin

Twistin' a zip of that dank

On a mission to get bigger

Expansion, more mansions

More vehicles, more Villas

Imagine it, my nigga

Focused on grosses, never on these hoes'

Jets up in motion, Land, Air, Ocean

Lames we don't know them

Game to be sold, not told

Count it up, stash it

Then bring some more in

This is not a game but we playin'

With some dope bitch

Paid in the shade nigga

Lemonade Mimosas

Paid in the shade nigga, Lemonade Mimosas

Alert lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Styles P)

[Curren$y:]

Never stop, 'til we pick up loot on every block

The roof of the crib got that helicop

Coupe move with new shoes and socks

Not to mention the masterpiece watch

Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings

Material things, wasteful, I know

But I just use it as a way to keep score, fo' sure

Shit bigger than a 6 plus, this is us

The crew who you hide your bitches from

Jet Life homie, you tryin' to get rich or what?

Close the deal in a restaurant, power lunch

I had the veal with the parmesan

Bed of angel hair pasta it was resting on

Two mimosas, a to-go cup with Coca-Cola

Now I'm smokin', rollin', gas in my motor, sippin' my soda

We use the Pro Tools to break down boulders

My girl pull her own weight, with her sexy lil' shoulders

In the strapless Vera Wang, Alexander or whoever made it

I just know she paid it, it cost me Nathan

Sexy, cool, crazy

My baby like one of them hot 70's ladies

Under disco lights with her hips swayin'

To the music playin'

While I'm makin' major moves with the boss playas

Win or lose I was there, beginning to end

I paid dues so I'm included and you never knew it

Until you saw we did it you was still tryna do it

Lookin' at us lookin' like stars, and we lookin' at you stupid

Sucks to be you, kid... drugs in the music

[Styles P:]

Boss playa, I'll ask what it cost later

Throw it in the cut like fuck it I'll floss later (fuck it)

In the mix like a cross fader

No DJ, givin' 'em no leeway (none)

We be everywhere from the mansion to the PJ's (hahaha)

Crown on the wrist, pound of the piff

Get around in the 6, ask the town I'm the shit (ask..)

But who's the niggas I'm shittin' on?

Come to money, you gettin' off or gettin' on?

You see that fly shit Spitta on (you see)

You see that fly shit Ghost on

The money and the weed, the guns and the Nikes

And the cars and the ice just might form Voltron (Voltron)

Or should I transform on 'em, they was goin' HAM on 'em

I was blowin' grams on 'em

They was showin' swag

I was blowin' bags full of strains

That niggas didn't never know they had (never, nigga)

It's Jet Life, I except life

It's not life 'til you come through livin' Block life

Carbon fiber stock pipes

I'm talkin' marble on the kitchen counter

You gon' smell like reserve if you sit around us (smell it)

Should I keep goin' or quiet up?

If you got fire, then fire up, nigga

[Curren$y:]

Never stop, 'til we pick up loot on every block

The roof of the crib got that helicop

Coupe move with new shoes and socks

Not to mention the masterpiece watch

Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings

Material things, wasteful, I know

But I just use it as a way to keep score, fo' sure

More Saturday Night Car Tunes (2014)

Intro lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

More Saturday Night Car Tunes

Da-da-da, yeah, da-da-da

Yeah, da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Yeah, la-da-da-da-da-da-da

I know a couple muthafuckas new to this shit

That thought I was about to rap

And I know, a whole lot of us already know

That I had like five more tracks to that

We'll get to that in a second

Throw your shit up right now

If you know Cardo's twitter, go on and tweet him

Tell him thanks for this shit right here, for this intro

Don't trip though, we're gonna rap on it, on one of the

On one of the next projects, I know you noticed

And shit happenin' every weekend, JLR niggas not sleepin'

This will get you where you gotta go

This will get you to work, this will get you to the store

This will get you over to that girl house

This will get her to your house

This will get all y'all to the club, back to the spot

This will get you through your smoke session

After you download it and invite everybody over

More Saturday Car Toons... Yeah, that's it

Champagne Reign lyrics - Curren$y

Smoking on the joint

Wanna tell my dog Joey Fatts thanks

Uh, the windshield wiper blades

Need to be changed, in my 600, soon

But we still driving through this monsoon

As Vish on the wheel, I'm in the passenger

Twisting that Kill Bill

Shit louder than a Dr. Dre Beats, pill

Phone to my ear, hold it there with my shoulder

Homie I could move a boulder from a Boost mobile

Roddy showed me how to do it when he came through the crib

I got that beat from Fatts

He played it for 5 seconds, I stopped him and told him

Damn homie, I gotsa have this bitch

When you listen, hope you envision a classic whip

With a classic tight, low key, nasty bitch

Rollin' like the Few Chosen

Diamonds and golden ornaments hanging from my neck

They compliment my clothing

Don't trip off how I dress, watch your motherfuckin' step

This the mother fuckin' Jets, suckas look up to the (set)

Big ass tables in my crib

We be eating and having meetings in here

On increasing this year's production of Audio Dope

Pumping it out, before they know they want mo'

Ain't nobody stepping on it, this shit as new as the morning bro

They sleeping on a nigga, I was on the bus touring

Two homes and four Rolexes later they waking up to him

Now viewing this in pursuit of my coupe

But this just music

Street distribution tactics

They getting high off it and high to it

I'm backing out the garage in the RR

Just how I said I would, and I did

Thought about it since I was a kid

Now I live it out, smoking big killer

Listening to Biggie Smalls in my big ass house

Nigguhhh

Countin' Money lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Curren$y:]

Countin' money while my bitches sleep

Countin' money 'til my niggas eat

Countin' money while my bitches sleep

Countin' money 'til my niggas eat

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I was high, she was high

Nowadays we don't even drive

New Supreme don't wait in the line

She give me brain, that's a piece of mind

Smoking wax, OG kush combined, money that's my time

You know the saying, don't be wasting mine

Fresh out of papers, lil momma complaining

Saying it's too much smoke

Telling us we too down to Earth to be famous

Well who told you getting money would change us?

The same niggas probably told you

That the gang would fail

But they wrong cause my pack better than ever

I'm jet setting whenever I want

And

[Curren$y:]

Countin' money while my bitches sleep

Countin' money 'til my niggas eat

Countin' money while my bitches sleep

Countin' money 'til my niggas eat

Master craftsman, paper stacking

The scent of jasmine on the bed, she's baby napping

She's been working hard, let her sleep

I made it rain on her all night, she only get wet for G's

Yeah I be, example of, manning up, standing up

Not setting for that ho shit, smashing 'em

What's happening bruh? Same shit but the toilet bowl gold

Royal flush in my royal blue Rolls rolling up

Something out of old, or the double S riding slow

Mind open but my eyes low

Focused on the only goal

If I want it, I'm a donk it

You know

Countin' money while my bitches sleep

Countin' money 'til my niggas eat

Countin' money while my bitches sleep

Countin' money 'til my niggas eat

Money Shot lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mac Miller)

[Mac Miller:]

Motherfuckers thought they had it on lock

I tell them open the safe

A ho a ho, I put a ho in her place

They show me love all the time

Motherfucker it ain't nothin to rhyme

Got my tax bracket cracking filling W9's out

It's my house

I was in the pro's, you was only at the tryouts

Tell your coach to put your ass at timeout

It is what it is and it be what it be (oh yeah)

Pimpin' ain't easy, leave it to me (oh yeah)

Homie, I don't need a ho, wonder why I keep her though

She got that bomp-ba-bomp-bomp like how the speakers go

Kick it on the FIFA flow

We fucking with a Jedi, on my left side I got C-3PO

Do it big, keep it low, swear that I'm a genius though

Why I'm in line at the club like Emilio!

Sit at home, rich alone, Vic Damone, money talk

This is mine, get your own, this the fuckin' money shot

[Curren$y:]

Benz coupe, green Dickies suit

You lied if you say I ain't the truth at what I do

I stay high, halfway shut eyes when I came through

Comfortably dressed, it's the sultan of sweats

Boardin' the jet, on course to collect the check

Give these little boys somethin' to respect

You can be the man on somebody else set

No baby steps, I move like a Tyrannosaurus Rex

We tryna have right now and next, everybody eat

That's what I'm tryna see

Do it better than I done it homie

Don't just follow me, I'm not the one to try to be

I'm watching you too, I need you to inspire me

Fool this is true, I don't even lie down to sleep

No time, I take naps in-between flights

Even though it don't seem right, no sheep

Dollar signs all night in my sleep

Money shot

Drug Prescription lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah, yeah

Da da da da

Yeah

On a mission to grab it, stash it

Kilos of gold bars, black cards, plastic

Swipe a nigga life away, transactions, his wife stood by, gaspin'

Can't believe the shit happened

Now she grieving in the madness

When I ceased these little niggas is pulling triggers

And they clapping at the OG's, it ain't safe

Either is yours or Carlito's way still the same if its still a game

No love thang, just slugs, what up man?

Hustlin' to avoid our strugglin'

As soon as it goes from nothin' to stuntin'

Ferrari's parked, leave 'em covered 'til the summer

Bring 'em out when I really feel like I gotta kill something

It feel like she comin' when she seen a real nigga come up

Just knowin' I can have her

I ain't really gotta fuck her, ask her new cuttin'

Mind sex, offset on my dune buggies, I progress forward

Motions stay goin', you can tell them hoes rollin'

Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it

Like a doctor or the phantom of the opera

Though I'm not in the phantom I'm probably in my low rider

Drivin' 'em cause I got 'em all options, chrome bottoms

Interior imperial, shit be fit for emperors

She be tryin' to kick it like a ninja bitch

My homies finna flip her like a half a brick

These other rappers out ain't half as sick

All that half-ass shit will get your ho ass whipped

Shorts and losses, not accepted by bosses

I can tell you don't be up here often cause your eyes waterin'

You coughin', that gas I got'll have you nauseous

You lost in the midst of this the real shit

Big fish, shark tank

Don't get bit nigga get bank

Get you and get the fuck out the game

Take advice from niggas who survived and maintained by doing the same thing

Then you twist your shit and carry on man

Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it

Like a doctor or the phantom of the opera

Callin lyrics - Curren$y

La-La-la-la

Me and Rich in here at 2 o'clock in the morning

More Saturday Night Tunes

You ironing your motherfuckin' leather sweat pants for the club

Outside like Tommy Buns

Four in the morning

I'm about to blow the horn

Hurry ya ass up homeboy - it's on

Can't get passed up

Are you cashed up enough to weather the storm?

That shit coming I know

That shit coming for sure

Some look it right in the eye

Some niggas run for the door

I'm prepaired so I'm a stay right here

Front porch OG rocking chair

Putting that fucking doja in the air

Those cannot compare

Your flow's not rare

Run of the mill

You can find that anywhere

But this shit right here

Get in your ears quickly

Fiending you out

You'll be customer of the year now

Bitches want to date

Cause her man always hate

Saying my name everyday

Now she wanna know how it taste

I'm in here rapping making up these tapes

Like I be wrapping up the weight

Razor blade scrape lines

Clean the whole plate

Ma' say your grace

Calling them hoes bitches

And smoking my weed up

Ten toes down I'm a stay g'd up

Calling them hoes bitches

And smoking my weed up

Throw the set

Whenever you see us

Calling them hoes bitches

And smoking my weed up

Ten toes down I'm a stay g'd up

Calling them hoes bitches

And smoking my weed up

Miami Vice on mute

Weed lit, killer beats on loop

Repeat this until I step into the booth

Laying something new

And then I'm in that old school

When the session through

From the grower, directly to you

I got so many styles it be hard to choose

Rather to just lay 'em

Or just save 'em for later

Cause niggas be waiting

For a chance to steal your sound

And then pretend to be the originator

Fake it till they make it

Bogus jewelry - fool, you just gold plated

My Chevy heavy, so is my bracelet

Not complacent, rather impatient

Can't be waiting on that paper

I'm a have to chase it

Though it's mad evasive

Spin move, juke and shaking

Choosing to get in this hustle

Could make you or break you

Or just make you crazy

Or make you major

And take you places

It's all on how you play it

Just how any game is

Calling them hoes bitches

And smoking my weed up

Ten toes down I'm a stay g'd up

Calling them hoes bitches

And smoking my weed up

Calling them hoes bitches

And smoking my weed up

Ten toes down I'm a stay g'd up

Calling them hoes bitches

And smoking my weed up

Terrace lyrics - Curren$y

I seen't it all from my terrace

Seen't it all from the terrace

I took yo girl to my terrace

She took me round the world on my terrace

She was abducted by a terrorist, yeah that's if we let you tell it

She on some JetLife embitterment, she know that's gas she can smell her fist

She naked french inhaling shit, I'm 50 floors up nailing it

You tryna search through her emails and shit, soon as she text me she erase that shit

She like them cars we be racing in, that paper we be racking in, like leaves

She be like "don't leave please", I be like "bitch please, how else I'm gone make it?" Shit

Seen't it all from the terrace

Seen it all from the terrace

My brother ordered your murder from my terrace

I signed a major label merger on my terrace

I seen't it all from the terrace

Seen't it all from the terrace

Seen't it all from my terrace

In the suit with the wrap around terrace sweet view, but ain't nothing sweet fool let me tell ya

Now you can wait around forever, for a muhfucka to help ya

Or pursue your own endeavors, 'til you sittin' in a room full cheddar

Count that money stop BS'ing, lose your chance second guessing

Or half stepping I'm takin lessons in money stretching from the best ones, game preaching straight blessings

Wait until I pull my next one, make the Lufthansa Heist look like amateur night tryna bet some

Laid it down make it real, prize behind closed doors let's make a deal choose one

My style give that bitch chills, goosebumps

Saturday Night Car Tunes (2014)

Intro lyrics - Curren$y

Not too much to what you can't drive

Yeah

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

Da, da-da-da-da

Yeah, da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da

You can thank Cardo for this one

Yeah

You can thank the weather for this one

[?] it's raining in New Orleans and we can't get no rides

Well, we could, but it would, it just wouldn't be right

It would be disrespectful

To go dippin' in this messy weather, man, so we gon' stay inside and work a lil' bit

Saturday night car tunes

This'll get you to the club tonight

This'll get you through your smoke session tonight

This'll get you home tonight

Yeah

This'll get you over to her house tonight

Baby girl, this'll get you to work tonight

This'll get you home tonight

Yeah, da-da-da-da

Don't trip, we ain't rappin' over it this time, but uh

We won't waste it

You'll hear this beat again, trust me

Saturday night car tunes

Want take this time congratulate my brother Wiz on his number one album

Shit, that's fittin' end it all

10 G's (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Birdman & Gunplay)

[Curren$y:]

Let's all be millionaires

I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that

I'm still at it, they still mad

Her friends hated, but I still smashed

She went braggin' how much fun she had

And now them hoes wanna roll, but that jet done passed

Steak and shrimp on the plane 'til it's 'bout to land

Learn to correctly say the name of where I really am

Buyin' antiques, foreign lamps

Passport, stamps on every page

Old head paper like Zig-Zags, bitch I've been paid

New Benjamins, Raw wraps, cones to the dome

Lone Ranger park the Range on the range

Countin' twenty G's in my D-boy stance

Rap like keys, open vaults to the racks

Niggas like me want all of that, and some mo' of that

Go on and show me where they store it at (go on)

Let's all be millionaires

I heard they got a whole lot of shit in there

I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that

[Birdman:]

Hundred G's on one block, gave straps, go move blocks

We move blocks on one block

I told my nigga we close shop

'89 we came through, that triple beam, we weigh it through

Nigga wanna play games, nigga

We size 'em up when we come through

Them thangs came, we did that

They say, we did that

Came down from H-Town, I told a nigga we moved that

Uptown my block, nigga

We came through, straight stock, nigga

People came, we popped, nigga

Ain't nothin' came from gettin' money

We did that

Catch me stuntin', nigga, every time, so we live this

Top floor, we grind, nigga

When I stunt, nigga, we shine, nigga

It's big money all the time, nigga

It's my life, big time, nigga

New whips, new bitches, nigga

Got that forty with the clip, nigga

Mill on my mind, nigga

Fuck 'em nigga headline, nigga

[Curren$y:]

Let's all be millionaires

I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that

[Gunplay:]

I can take nothin', turn it to stuntin'

I do it for ya'll, cause ya'll thought that I couldn't

Told my momma we made it, she said you finally famous

She say that's a blessing, knowing how cut-throat this game is

Turn a five to a ten, a ten to a Benz

Turned one crack rock into a neck full of gems

Had no choices or options, forced to be great

When you walk amongst bosses, hope you relate

Grew up poorer than most, nigga had no bread

But I was holdin' my toast, my back touchin' my ribs

Had to get it, by any means, necessary

Never scary, goin' hard like I won't be ever buried

Boxed in these projects, never felt my palm itch

Niggas lifes cut short by these long clips

How I made it out, still a mystery

Cause Lord knows (how treacherous these mean streets can be)

[Curren$y:]

I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that

House Shoes lyrics - Curren$y

Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes

Right in front yo' bitch

Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes

And she think I'm the shit

Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes

Right in front yo'

Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes

And she think I'm the

The boy so clean he sweat Febreze

Killa whip turn strips to murder scenes

Niggas is sick kick game quarantine

Coke flow ink pen Medellin

I was sixteen with a dream to come up big

Keeping it 100 and I've done it

It's the king of the underground summer

New Orleans where I come from

Smoking one while rolling from the onion

I start my motor and yo' children think its thunderin'

Running, stumbling over one another

Come and chop game with me I'm your rich uncle

I keep it funky

Good money all the way

A1 How I'm stuntin'

Make way for them cascade rings

As I swang lane to lane

Nardi wood grain

What you know about thangs

Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes

Right in front yo' bitch

Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes

La la da la la

Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes

Right in front yo' bitch

Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes

And she think I'm the shit

Ain't cut my hair didn't shave my face in thousand days

But them bitches ain't judging still trying to play

Still trying to stay in my house with an apron on over the oven

Chef it, have it ready when I step in

Jet shit you could learn your lesson

Getting ahead of yourself skipping levels

Tried to tell'em 'fore they fell in

Now I can't reach'em lord help'em

La la da la la

Nights Like This lyrics - Curren$y

Nights like This I Wish

To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch

In the city burning killer with a bitch

Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit

[Curren$y:]

I'm

Creeping up on ya' bending corners

That reefer aroma, strong as ammonia

But we keep it on us

Niggas is no longer important

You had your moment

But we still smoking

Season is open on duck ass niggas who don't know what the code is

If the g's brung' you up then you would have known this

Now witness the coldest

Now I'm rolling my own shit

Ownership, owning this, owning that

Park them cars in the back cause them hoes know your whip

Identified by what you drive

The streets don't have a face but it has ears and eyes

And sharp muhfuking teeth it will eat your ass alive

Living dangerously high this hustle is a drug

This game is a bitch the only one I love

[Rich Boy:]

Yup, yup. I'm in a stupid clean Chevy, whole top glassed out

Me & Spitta hopped off in a super sport & smashed out

Catch me on the next flight, high, living that Jet Life

My pockets got an appetite that make the pussy pop tonight

Loud pack bought a pound at the Jet Lounge

Hater running all about my trunk shaking the whole ground

I'm in the city, burning killa with a bitch

Drop the top & make a wish, roll it up & get them chips

Big wheels, deep dish, painted with the chrome lip

Purple, what I pour sip, shake that ass & make it flip

Wasn't for them dollars, big paper, burning wheels

She took it all off, everything except them heels

I got a pint & I'm bout to pop the seal off it

She like that action, I'm a pass around & let her toss it

Now what you know about the classics with the motor in it?

454's, Superchargers with rubber spinning

Pimp tight, dirty Sprite, LED headlights

The way she bounce it up & down, be outta sight

Burning paper, back to back, on that foreign smoke

We taking off, so take a seat, now have a toast

Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm a ball & I'm a score

I'm a get that dough & after that I'm a fuck a ho

Put me in the game, let me show you how to do this shit

Diamonds gripping up against wheel when I hit the strip [?]

Nights like This I Wish

To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch

In the city burning killer with a bitch

Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit

[Tiny C:]

Uh, oh gees niggas ain't fucking with my team

I made it past 25 so I'm a OG

Once I clear a million dollars I'm pass the blow the whole P

Ridin' brand new seats still covered in plastic

Rims with the beat I call that a Mix and Master

Closer too my dreams when they come to getting Gwopale

Bet that I throw it, you can hear me from a block away

4-12's in the trunk, got the chevy beating stupid

Thinking should I four door it today or should I coupé it

New or old school it

The homies in the hood say I be fooling

Three eighty three stroker on gangsters I be moving

Posi-Pazzi in the rear equipped with the dual exhaust

Pull up on me at the lights and you gone take a loss

Cause where I come from its Survival of the Fittest

Long Beach, East Side all I move with is Hittas

Nights like This I Wish

To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch

In the city burning killer with a bitch

Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit

Just Might Be lyrics - Curren$y

Just might be

Just might be, just might be

Just might be Pilot Talk 3

Nigga

Niggas thought I was sleep

Cause of how far I laid back my seat

But I could see through rain, snow, and sleet

The sunshine, it's son time

Music industry lunchline

I been standing in that mufucka for a long time tryna eat

Full tray, extra jello, vintage mistress

French vanilla, Ferrari Maranello

This just might be

This just might be Pilot Talk 3

Low mileage, high driving

Know they waiting for a drug lord to hop out it

Waiting for the moment we can stop browsing, start clowning

Cop it all, tear the walls out it

Fucking shawty got it

Correct amount of dollars I be all about it

Professional cheffer, audio narcotics

Guarantee the quality of all my products

Astrology, see all the stars around us

This just might be

This just might be Pilot Talk 3

Back over the stove cause they want some mo'

Sleeping outside for it like they waiting on Jordans

I can't afford to not record

Bring it on tour, perform that shit through a cordless

Landscapers on my property well paid

Pulling off the compound in droptop Porsches

Remembering haircuts on front porches

Telling my older homies that the whole world was waiting on me

This just might be

This just might be Pilot Talk 3

Music N History lyrics - Curren$y

Real estate skating on Daytons, glasshouse

Church like the congregation

Smoke one for the paper chasers, run it down

Count it up, everybody get a cut

Organized rhyme syndicate, shipping it 'cross seas

Boss keys start boss cars

Sedan like Star Wars

Low riders with the color bars, garage priceless

High as I get, it's surprising that I ever get to drive 'em

This joint I lit'll cost you a hundred dollars

We roll 'em up back to back, no problem

Hella options, haters watching

Plotting on the riches but the snipers caught 'em

At the fences, smoking killer in the trenches

It's a war going on in the streets said many

And you ain't gotta walk out ya crib to step in it

Shit wicked, deserve a documentary

How we made money, made music, made history

Shit wicked, deserve a documentary

How we made money, made music, made history

Dojo lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Aye aye aye aye

We cop from the weed spot

We don't duck when we see cops

We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out

No time for the stress, I just keep on going

We cop from the weed spot

We don't duck when we see cops

We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out

No time for the stress, I just keep going

[Curren$y:]

Uh, I tell ya what nigga, I neva' gave a fuck, nigga

Less it was paying us, nigga

Back when we was in the cut

And not everybody was fuckin' with us

Knew we'd do it just how we did it

Split the pie right down the middle

Smokin' at the pound got that killa continuous

The grind we on strenuous

But we too far in this shit to consider quitting, bitch

Reminiscent of that Southernplayalistic disc

The Cadillacs of raps, the Vogue tires of rhymers

Classic smooth like Joe Dumars, Isiah Thomas, watch us

We cop from the weed spot

We don't duck when we see cops

We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out

No time for the stress, I just keep on going

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, either you in or you in

My niggas destined to win, be there beginning to end

Getting money with my genuine friends

This shit get strenuous

How the fuck ya roll with us now but you ain't been with us?

Held my brother down, back then we was creating nigga style

How to get yo money, how to live right

How to treat yo hoes, how to spend ya time

And how to catch a plane, nigga, how fly

I got it tattooed in my skin

Ain't nothin' change 'cept the way the money fold

You cop the zip, I'm a roll

Nigga, we gon' split the whole zone

And take some bitches to the honeycomb aye!

Ha ha ha

We cop from the weed spot

We don't duck when we see cops

We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out

No time for the stress, I just keep on going

Introduction lyrics - Curren$y

[Drive-In:]

Please remember to replace the speaker on the post when you leave the theatre. Show starts in one minute

Superpotent smoker, Francis Ford Coppola

Godfather Four, Impala on the floor

With my homie Young Hogg, he just flew to the N.O

To check on his homie and roll up something funky

When he landed, I had a passenger

Type chunky, by the ass, slim waist, smoking on that gas

With no time to waste, I'm talking two seconds flat

We on this thin stakes, skating with the roof in the back

Now who dat? I met her, leave it blue-black

She like, why you do that? She like how I do that

Want to know when I'm due back

Can't harness the lightning, or predict when it's striking

Adjust the lighting, your boy in here writing

The man I'm supplying, I'm the man, providing

Enlightenment, what I'm saying

At night I'm in a different car than what you saw me today in

Twenty-two-inch blades in every available upgrade

Come at me and be upstaged

I've heard better raps read off page from my cousin, he in the fourth grade

So I don't know how some of these suckers is getting paid

But that shit don't bump in no trunks around my way, shit junk

Your engineer should've told you that from jump

But he was just tryna get paid, cover the bills for the month

So as long as you pay him for time, drop all the whack rhymes you want

[The Godfather 2:]

[Tom:] Mike, that's impossible

[Michael:] It's not impossible. Nothing's impossible. If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything, it's that you can kill anyone

[Tom:] Is it worth it? I mean, you've won, you want to wipe everybody out?

[Micheal:] I don't feel I have to wipe everybody out, Tom. Just my enemies, that's all

[Drive-In:]

We're happy to have you with us this evening and want you to enjoy every minute of your stay here. While you relax and stretch, visit our concession where you'll find something to please you. There are ice-cold drinks, delicious sandwiches, ice cream, coffee and snacks, and many other pleasing treats. Our foods are fresh and tasty, our drinks, satisfying and refreshing. They're so good. You get more out of life when you go out to a movie

[The Godfather 1:]

[Don Corleone:] Your business is a little dangerous

[Sollozzo:] If you're worried about security, we'll guarantee it

[Sonny:] You're telling me that the Tattaglias guarantee our investment?

[Don Corleone:] I have a sentimental weakness for my children and I spoil them, as you can see. They talk when they should listen

Godfather 4 lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Action Bronson)

[Curren$y:]

(Fatality, fatality)

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Before the curtains drawn, we was getting it on

'Til day turn dark and dusk becomes dawn

Wiping my cars off, putting my jewels on

My pinky ring show and prove who's the true Don

We making moves that make the news

They tryna make movies about it, but we ain't even stop yet

This hustle still in progress due to do process

Coupes like jets, fly through sets

Bulging pockets on my sweats from collecting side bets

Nigga, I rap like I can't drive, ho, so buckle your belts

Technology stealth, quality reputation intact

Cause I kept it so trill with myself

And the streets never fronted, everything one hunnit

A couple haters hating, but fuck it, you gotta love it

Make sure all the bases covered, every slice of bread buttered

Keep the safe flooded, Easy Bake Oven, cakes coming

Pretty bitch who know what's up but won't say nothing

Keep the boat afloat, loose lips

Get your feet tied to the bricks, FaceTime with the fish

This is Godfather 4, shit sick like swine flu

Sore throat, runny eyes, bloody nose

Coke loads tossed from the boat

Frog man, bring it in, operation battle toad

Code name, cold game, Coltrane in my Ghost, let me roll

Godfather 4, Godfather 4

Ceiling solid gold, Italian marble floors

Godfather 4, Godfather 4

The topic major dough behind closed doors

Suckas will never know, Godfather 4

[Action Bronson:]

Yeah, it's me, two tons of copper wire from construction sites

A rack of minks, pure gold Iraqi links

Tangled in my taco meat, I bought my son's team

Soccer cleats, elevated visions from the chopper seat

Rims spin just like spaghetti on the pasta fork

Billy Crystal kissed my cheek before the Oscars

He said, "It was my pleasure," I said, "Don't touch my leather"

Then I hopped a flight to Denver, later that night

They taking pictures from the van outside the carnival

See me doing business with the manager of Arsenal

The goalie's fingers in the box with the cannolis

It's Christmas time, I bought the Kobes for the little homies

Pictures with the jockey in the winner's circle

Triple crown on, all brown on

Suddenly my frown's gone, Dog Pound Don

Quarter-pounder with no sound on, cleaner than Calgon

Ah man, Godfather 4, Godfather 4

Johnny gotta go, Johnny gotta go

Fly Larry in at two and then he's gone by four

Cause Johnny gotta go, it's Godfather 4

Stove Top lyrics - Curren$y

Uh, tryna get this loot any way true

It's lucrative and for move, I do make through

iTunes and avenues, we move weight

Each one in my crew get a full plate

Not one excused 'til we all ate

Unified, stupid high nigga way paid

Crime did just what they said it would

Some niggas living good

Some is gone away for good

Some stuck in the hood

Addicted to it

What he should have sold, lost his soul

Though his body still living, look in his eyes

The fire ain't in them

He used to be driven

Now that's cold

Cold-blooded as my angel wings flooded

Rose gold, star-studded

The bar covered, so let it pour

Until it bubble on the floor

Baby love peeling out her clothes

Eyes rolled, orgasm, dancing while these horns blow

I'm just thing on my next score

Which color we should paint the sixty-four

Tryna wrap my hands 'round the globe

Like a motherfucking chokehold, ho

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Bent over the stove cause they want some more

Knocking at my door

Back at the store cause they want some more

All of y'all

Vintage Vineyard lyrics - Curren$y

Open fireplaces

Me and my lady back home from a wine tasting

The scene was crazy, millionaires of all shades and trades exchanging jokes

Helicopters chopping as we smoke

Plotting on a way to get this cash cow roped up and tied down

Snipers outside my compound

Inside we pow-wow, been doing this for some time now

Andretti most slept on like yo big homie's couch

I'm from New Orleans, you'll get crept on and Xd out

And we like, damn, we was just talking to homie

Stretched, EMS threw them covers on him

But them children already seen it

Three in the morning, woke his whole family up with that screaming

Visions of hits, niggas dying, living in shit

I'm just writing 'bout it, lighting my exotic

Call it like eight-ball corner pocket, drop it

[The Godfather:]

[Don Corleone:] My wife is crying upstairs. I hear cars coming to the house

[Tom Hagen:] I was just about to come up and wake you so that I could tell you

[Don Corleone:] But you needed a drink first. And now you've had your drink

[Tom Hagen:] They shot Sonny on the causeway. He's dead

Real niggas have died over a bitch's lies

I know my brother would ride if ever, but never

The corporation grow forever even when I'm gone

Play my shit and light yo bong

Life goes on

We family, I'm there for you, right or wrong

They gon' have to get us all the same way, dog

'Til then, sunroof top, the doja in the wind

Mami, it don't stop, you know you tryna get in

Dipping up the block with a G like him

These is rare events

To live another way doesn't make sense

[The Godfather:]

[Don Corleone:] I want no inquiries made. I want no acts of vengeance. I want you to arrange a meeting with the heads of the Five Families. This war stops now

Stolen lyrics - Curren$y

Drive-In Theatre

Bought it this mornin', drive it like I stole it

Park it, left it runnin' like I really don't want it

Weavin' bendin' corners, been like, bent like

Elbows, been being anywhere that cash go

Bought it this mornin', drive it like I stole it

Park it, left it runnin' like I really don't want it

Weavin' bendin' corners, been like, bent like

Elbows, been being anywhere that cash go

Checkin' my mirror for them suckers

Coast clear, turn up that music, light another

This that, mink coat flow, I wrote this in the summer

Poolside, high-school, you, motherfucker

To the rules we abide by on this side, members-only

Like the jacket, I grew up amongst some criminals

Check their jackets, known for action with them ratchets

While I was just coolin', writin' raps, eatin' snacks and shit

300 racks I spent just to sit in back and get

Higher than a mother, lookin' down to them scrubs

How could you hate your brother when I'm just like you?

Except I did what I said that I would do

Erase the hate and let the sun shine through

Apply yourself, fool, you can live out your dreams, too

Imagination can create the truth

Every brick that built my mansion will provide the proof

Recognize he ridin' Bentleys when he comin', fool

Like a set of Forgiatos on the livin' room

Luxury shit, fuck with me, bitch

Capital G, the weather nice out, I'm hittin' the switch

I'm in the streets, thirteen-inch, triple gold Ds

Strike a pose, a picture worth a thousand words

I suppose, picture me rollin' with your golden

Chosen who you thought would hold it, down for ya

But she clowned ya, you're under pressure, so unprofessional

High beyond measure, sharin' her treasure with my fellows

Oh she down for the jets, bro, no trickin', no financial

Strictly finesse, bruh, onto to the next, bruh

Find her where I left her

Bought it this mornin', drive it like I stole it

Park it, left it runnin' like I really don't want it

Weavin' bendin' corners, been like, bent like

Elbows, been being anywhere that cash go

Bought it this mornin', drive it like I stole it

Park it, left it runnin' like I really don't want it

Weavin' bendin' corners, been like, bent like

Elbows, been being anywhere that cash go

[The Godfather 1:]

[Sollozzo:] I need a man who has powerful friends. I need a million dollars in cash. I need those politicians that you carry in your pocket, like so many nickels and dimes

[Don Corleone:] I said that I would see you because I heard that you were a serious man, to be treated with respect. But I must say no to you and let me give you my reasons

$ Migraine lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Le$)

[Curren$y:]

Game-winning shot

Ain't even stay to see the body drop

Get them pots, bubbling this hustling

Bitch, you ain't here for nothing

Observe how I run shop

If they ever snatch me, inform my brother, he'll come after me

Underestimated like expansion teams

'Til I flex them championship fingers

The aroma of doja lingers

Door closed and towels by the floor but it's still stinking

If it ain't loud as neon colors, you don't need to bring it

Life in the fast lane, blinking just as bad as sleeping

Creeps is always creeping

I peeped your scheme while steaming

Business settled this evening under tropical breezes

I work hella hard so I can take it easy, nigga

I got a dollar sign migraine

Money on my motherfucking mind, mane

Dollar sign migraine

Trying to put some dope off in the game

I got a dollar sign migraine

Money on my motherfucking mind, mane

Dollar sign migraine

Trying to put some dope off in the game

[Le$:]

Old beemer on them gold wheels

Looking like Ace

Seen ya eyes when I ride by

Looking like hate

The way them hoes be talking about me

You'd swear to God I was rich

Took the tint off that motherfucker

Hope you notice yo bitch

Living life on that next shit

Still fucking my ex chicks

Just walking up in the game

They showing y'all to the exit

Just give the game I was blessed with

Getting blown on that Sweet Jones

Underground but we been kings, knocking y'all up that railroad

Seen it all like I'm Rothstein, never loving no Ginger

Niggas be on that nigga shit, things you gotta remember

Riding fast so we trying to get it

Fuck dreaming 'bout getting paid

Matching Chevys in ten months

Nah, nigga, in ten days

[Curren$y:]

I got a dollar sign migraine

Money on my motherfucking mind, mane

Dollar sign migraine

Trying to put some dope off in the game

I got a dollar sign migraine

Money on my motherfucking mind, mane

Dollar sign migraine

Trying to put some dope off in the game

E.T. lyrics - Curren$y (feat. B-Real)

[Curren$y:]

Drive In Theatre

Turn it up some for me

Fresh paint on the park bench

Shining in the sunlight of the morning

Under the shade of the trees, taking it all in

In the courtyard of my homegirl's apartments

Scared to play, how could you ever win?

Make a mistake, then a revision

Make them see that shit the way you did

Some of these fools will never get it

But I still give a hundred percent, just

Consideration for the listeners

Appreciation for the livers, lifers

Henny swiggers, weed smokers, Chevy drivers

Switches hitting, steady dipping, banging oldies

Throw the set up out the window, hit my horn at the homies

Just vibing, bitch, you can't kill it

Immortals chilling, portals to dimensions

Where everybody keep it realer

On this side, we don't feel you

On this side, one of these youngins might steal you

On this side, for looking too unfamiliar

Too much like a squealer, dice shooter

Debt dealers, grocery store looters, all the same, nigga

Put into a bad position, back the coolest cat in the corner

Transform into a junkyard bulldog on them

Posers, imposters, opponents, I throw them all in one-size-fits-all boxes

Coaching, while smoking notice, a weakness in your defense

We bust it open, fitting to run it like a quarterback option

These niggas not sharks, they just flounders, goonies in training

Surround them, then drown them, Scuba Steve blood hounding

Never found them, started from the bottom

Then I got rich, never dipped

Cause I'm so at one with my surroundings, bitch

You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien

You far away from your home, you an alien, alien

You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien

You far away from your home

[B-Real:]

As I'm pulling trees out the grow room

Phone blowing up, man, how'd they know so soon?

All these ladies looking right, hydro bloom

Got these rookies fucking faded, singing show tunes

You get it from the doctor, it's a bomb sack

And if you sitting too close, catch a contact

If you want my territory, combat

I don't be losing cool, doctor is a calm cat

Every ninety days, around the way, the ladies pay me

Crazy how they make me paper, I appreciate it greatly

One day I'll retire, give some peace to those who hate me

But you're saying to the doctor, listen no one else can save me

But every now and then, someone stepping out of pocket

People want my green and my rivals try to block it

This is unacceptable, I don't see the logic

To put your life at risk, cause I'll put one through your locket

I don't beef for bullshit, I just want to treat my patients

It's a cold life, Alaska, Sarah Palin

When I give you knowledge, take it like a revelation

When the people want the best, they know that I'm the destination

Any other source will get you high, you'll feel amazing

But it's just a duplication of the fire that I'm blazing

When you're far away from home and you don't have no sources

I will dab you out if I can just find where my torch is

[Curren$y:]

You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien

You far away from your home, you an alien, alien

You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien

You far away from your home

Uh, she came first, I came last

Sheisty bitch'll put arsenic in your glass, and

Propose a toast to the fact that you been smoked

You a dead man walking, sucker, you ain't even know

Never let my eyes close around these hoes

But she quick to put us down on the score

That's for sure

Tryna work her way in

Mafia ties

Helicopter ride

Business meetings in the sky

Drug dealers in disguise, this is I

Day in, day out

Dazed in the Days Inn

Letting this work play out

They download and demand more

When I put a tape out

But I'm the manufacturer

So there will never be a drought

As a matter fact, girl

You need to peep your boy out

I been considering

Assembling

A batch of bad bitches, my

Hired assassins

Looks could kill cause I just

Handed Looks a Magnum

We called her Look cause

Fuck, man, look at her

She got them looks, man

Model, singer slash actress

Dillinger's in the mattress

Gloves and ski masks

Dissipate the static

Chase away the madness

Chase bank deposits

Bitch I always got it, I just tell you I don't have it

Cause too many people was looking at me when you asked me

Hundred percent averaging

Highness, your majesty

I am this savagely

You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien

You far away from your home, you an alien, alien

You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien

You far away from your home

[The Godfather:]

[Clemenza:] Looks like a fortress around here. What's with all the new faces?

[Tessio:] We'll need 'em now. After the hospital thing, Sonny got mad. We hit Bruno Tattaglia four o'clock this morning

[Clemenza:] Jesus Christ

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