Intro lyrics - Curren$y
Not too much to what you can't drive
No
Yeah
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da, da-da-da-da
Yeah, da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
You can thank Cardo for this one
Yeah
You can thank the weather for this one
[?] it's raining in New Orleans and we can't get no rides
Well, we could, but it would, it just wouldn't be right
It would be disrespectful
To go dippin' in this messy weather, man, so we gon' stay inside and work a lil' bit
Saturday night car tunes
This'll get you to the club tonight
This'll get you through your smoke session tonight
This'll get you home tonight
Yeah
This'll get you over to her house tonight
Baby girl, this'll get you to work tonight
This'll get you home tonight
Yeah, da-da-da-da
Don't trip, we ain't rappin' over it this time, but uh
We won't waste it
You'll hear this beat again, trust me
Saturday night car tunes
Want take this time congratulate my brother Wiz on his number one album
Shit, that's fittin' end it all
10 G's (Remix) lyrics - Curren$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 can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
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
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
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
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
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$y:]
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
House Shoes lyrics - Curren$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$y
Nights like This I Wish
To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch
In the city burning killer with a bitch
Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit
Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit
[Curren$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
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
Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit
Just Might Be lyrics - Curren$y
Just might be
Just might be, just might be
Just might be Pilot Talk 3
Nigga
Niggas thought I was sleep
Cause of how far I laid back my seat
But I could see through rain, snow, and sleet
The sunshine, it's son time
Music industry lunchline
I been standing in that mufucka for a long time tryna eat
Full tray, extra jello, vintage mistress
French vanilla, Ferrari Maranello
This just might be
This just might be
This just might be Pilot Talk 3
Low mileage, high driving
Know they waiting for a drug lord to hop out it
Waiting for the moment we can stop browsing, start clowning
Cop it all, tear the walls out it
Fucking shawty got it
Correct amount of dollars I be all about it
Professional cheffer, audio narcotics
Guarantee the quality of all my products
Astrology, see all the stars around us
This just might be
This just might be
This just might be Pilot Talk 3
Back over the stove cause they want some mo'
Sleeping outside for it like they waiting on Jordans
I can't afford to not record
Bring it on tour, perform that shit through a cordless
Landscapers on my property well paid
Pulling off the compound in droptop Porsches
Remembering haircuts on front porches
Telling my older homies that the whole world was waiting on me
This just might be
This just might be
This just might be Pilot Talk 3
Music N History lyrics - Curren$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)
Drive-In Theatre
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
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Ceiling solid gold, Italian marble floors
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
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
Drive In Theatre
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
Grew Up In This lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Young Roddy)
[Curren$y:]
Life a movie, who directing yo shit?
That's low budget, mine's a Tarantino flick
Blockbuster, I do my own stunts in this bitch
Shout out to Stunna, New Orleans niggas up in this shit
No fronting, all my niggas really with it
Fool frontline hustling, rapping got me on the tube
My homies been on TV for that other shit
News at six, nigga, grizzly discovery
Body seen floating let the dive team recover it
They can't release his name 'til they notify the family
While the killer getting dressed for the club like ain't nothing happened
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I'm in love with this shit
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I'm in love with this shit
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I'm in love with this shit
[Young Roddy:]
Aye, fuck a bitch, I'd rather keep a burner by my side
I'm from the south side, that's just how we ride
My man got shot, that shit slowed him down
My nigga even turned Muslim, now he pray to Allah
My nigga don't eat no pork but still smoke that pine
So every time he see me he like, light that fire
And meanwhile I'm tryna get us off this hot ass block
We just two peas in a pod trying to get a peace of mind
Bang, bang, that's the shit I heard like all of the time
I'm talking every day, have fiends falling in line
Today could be my last day but that's all part of the grind
But that ain't part of my plan, I plan to stay on my job
I had to get it since I wasn't born with it
I see the big pic, I'm thinking long-term nigga
But they had drugs in that bitch, I grew up on that shit
Guess I'm made for that shit, I got paid off that shit
[Curren$y:]
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I'm in love with this shit
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I'm in love with this shit
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I'm in love with this shit
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Uh, yeah, yeah
I drive every car that you dream about
Hit every bitch that you wishing for, leave her leaking out
Fresh out of that place like they scared to see what they read about
It ain't no sleep on Virginia Street when them geekers outside
Sidewalk serving the walking dead
Gotta meet me up the block cause my momma stay on my head
Telling me to go get a job but I'm chopping the rock instead
If I make it up to the top, will I pop and jump off the ledge?
Confessions of Gangsta Gibbs, nigga, thug life
I'd trade this shit for wife and kids, nigga
Real nigga, fuck surviving, I wanna live, nigga
Act a fool, I make him go night-night
And catch a flight to Chi, blow some dope with my nigga Mike Mike
Bitch, I'm stuck in this shit, a million dollars up in this bitch
I made my name stay in them cluckers and shit
And, yeah, the streets of Gary raised me, but the West Coast paid me
You pussy niggas get home safely
[Curren$y:]
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I'm in love with this shit
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I'm in love with this shit
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I'm in love with this shit
[The Godfather:]
[Michael Corleone:] They want to have a meeting with me, right? Let's set the meeting. Get our informants to find out where it's going to be held. They're going to search me when I first meet them, right? So I can't have a weapon on me then. But if Clemenza can figure a way to have a weapon planted there for me, then I'll kill them both
M.P.R. lyrics - Curren$y
Uh, smoother than Cochise jumper
They wouldn't have killed him, he'd a been that muthafucka
That's the struggle, run that money down, don't pull a muscle
Maintain speed or that stampede will take you under
You saw the flash 'fore you heard the thunder
That's yo ass in one crazy summer
You should've stayed, where the fuck you come from
All that venturing in this shit
Henchman, apprehension, this is serious
Authentic to distinction, that's how real it get
Clue these rookies in to who they dealing with
OG, you still on yo apprentice shit
Known for nonviolently killing shit
Push the button though they'll never lift a fingerprint
Off of it for evidence, forever rich
Through cleverness, flow heaven-sent
Though some rhymes devilish
Two sides to every coin
Whichever side you join when it's time to ride
Yo ho ass better be down for going
Never know who you 'round until the shit goes down
But I know I got some family in this bitch right now
So I can roll up and ride 'round
Let the money pile, smile
Niggas never coming down
Money: power, respect
One foot on yo neck
One foot on the bank
I'm headed to the check
(I'm trying to collect)
Money: power, respect
One foot on yo neck
One foot on the bank
I'm headed to the check
(I'm trying to collect)
Money: power, respect
One foot on yo neck
One foot on the bank
I'm headed to the check
(I'm trying to collect)
Money: power, respect
One foot on yo neck
One foot on the bank
I'm headed to the check
(I'm trying to collect)
Money: power, respect
One foot on yo neck
One foot on the bank
I'm headed to the check
(I'm trying to collect)
[The Godfather:]
[Kate:] You've made me think of what you once told me. In five years the Corleone family will be completely legitimate. That was seven years ago
[Michael:] I know, I'm trying
10 G's lyrics - Curren$y
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
Yeah, I'm back in this bitch
Though I never left
I just took a lil time, climb some trees by myself
Now I'm way up high, everything top-shelf
We ain't die last night, toast to good health
We was fly last night if I do say so myself
Had all eyes last night, them hoes ain't wanna miss the jet
Million dollars worth of Chevys, yeah bitch its da set
Andretti, they ain't ready, so I won't do it yet
Y'all can play for a couple of weeks
And I be back to destroyin' the streets
The homie Cardo keep sending me beats, and I smoke 'em
They think I'm selling drugs, nah, bitch, I'm just a dopeman
I woke up and I float from New Orleans to Oakland
The bro Cellski left the green door open
I'm in the Nova, that 383 stroking
Gas or that cash flow, that's what keep me going
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
Now I turn the corners, yo bitch watching my car
Got that weed burning, she wish she could hit the raw
Now she's lurking, cause she like what she saw
On Twitter and Instagram, searching the bar
'Til by chance we meet again, don't be sleeping in
On the outside, peeking in
On your tiptoes tryna see over our fence, ho
It's quite simple, see you was fishing for simps
We not them though, focus up, this game soak it up
She can't handle it, it's choking her, whoa
Open that door before she barf on my Monte Carlo floor
Sorry, no, we can't kick it no mo'
Must go back to the Gold rush, brush
Bust through, knock down all those who would oppose
Us getting dough, yo, let's all be millionaires
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that
El Camino lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mary Gold)
[Mary Gold:]
And we roll up in the El Camino
Cruising down south in the El Camino
Light one up in the El Camino
And we roll up in the El Camino
So as we riding by
So as we riding by
So as we riding by
[Curren$y:]
Uh, mama please, twist the trees
While I get dressed and look for car keys
Start to crank V8, 350 quickly in the breeze like piling
Got yo allergies wilding
Sneeze cause the nigga so cold when he roll
Forgiato, three-piece gold
Not everybody could do it, not everybody that's fluent
In that money talk, Spitta a killa
I should write these lyrics in crime scene chalk
Now take a walk on the side where the jets reside
Stay high, stay fly, always ready to ride
Ice cream paint job, smelling like weed on the inside
No question, Chevrolet my obsession
Every month I gotta get one, this check will cop my next one
Corvette selection, Monte Carlo collection
But that El Camino classic perfection
Bitches always looking in his direction
[Mary Gold:]
And we roll up in the El Camino
Cruising down south in the El Camino
Light one up in the El Camino
And we roll up in the El Camino
So as we riding by
So as we riding by
So as we riding by
Hi Top Whites lyrics - Curren$y
Day in the life
Woke up to what we didn't smoke last night
Got right, got high
I got hibachi leftovers, little steak fried rice
I got fresh and select what to drive up
Swear, it's like GTA 5 out
Swear, it's like NBA Live
Weather type, gorgeous outside
Ferrari horses galloping from the fortress
Now when you rolling, women notice and some approach us
Some of 'em hoes and shit, some of 'em worth it, some of 'em sorcerers
But nobody's perfect
H-Town, south swinging, shawty think I'm drunk swerving
Naw, love, I'm driving like this on purpose
Or just banging with my joint lit
Now she rolling with a boss cause she deserve it
I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites
I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites
Then I met a badass bitch in some hi top whites
Now I got a badass bitch in some hi top whites
I'm a motherfucking racecar
Nigga, you the motherfucking bait car
Don't even be on bad bitches' radar
Jet life, we in the house like baseboards
This kush I had to fly to L.A. for
This wax I had to fly to the bay for
Bad bitch that I wish I could've stayed for
But that ain't what a nigga get paid for
That's how it is, wish that I could say more
Don't be like that, girl, keep it playa
You know a nigga grind on major
But I be back, keep your hair the same way, girl
I put the story on paper and the weed in the air
Pretty cars, pretty bitches, I done had my share
But I had to tell y'all the one
'Bout the one that I met in them ones
I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites
I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites
Then I met a badass bitch in some hi top whites
Now I got a badass bitch in some hi top whites
Fo lyrics - Curren$y
Fo niggas in the low rider
Smoking gas, screaming jet life every time they past
I'm the one behind the wheel, mind on a mil
Wondering how long could it last
Never been a square one from square one
All about that there, caking layers
Count it up and weight it, fair is fair
I must say I'm feeling quite debonair on this speeding boat in this night air
Transport this cargo rare
Just recorded these, rapping like package keys
Higher than the flying trapeze
Might give you the roaches when I leave
Closest you get to smoking like Gs
Freeze, it's AOB
What could you do for me?
All on a bitch, but we can't all do this
Some of you niggas a simp, water whip, camera pimps
I'm here to close the lid on all that shit
Fo niggas in the low rider
Smoking gas, screaming jet life every time they past
I'm the one behind the wheel, mind on a mil
Wondering how long could it last
One foot in, one foot out
I can't get out, I can't get in
As the wheel of fortune spin, torturing men
Find my pot of gold, same time lost friends
Fell out with some niggas as my ship came in
Now I'm smooth sailing and they barely can swim
Try Vitola, Testarossa pop-up head like showed him
The road was golden and they didn't know it
Like you gave up when the race was almost over
You could've placed and won the trophy but you chose to fold up on me
That's a luck, I can't afford to give a fuck
With all these bitches trying to get it, I'm too busy living
To be concerned with suckas who don't earn
What I earn, you just a threat to yourself, you'll learn
As the world turn, the joint burns
Time machine on Dayton thirteens, I'm the one sturrin
Sucka scared, better cop some insurance
Niggas in the van on yo block, word to Big Worm
Fo niggas in the low rider
Smoking gas, screaming jet life every time they past
I'm the one behind the wheel, mind on a mil
Wondering how long could it last
Fo niggas in the low rider
Smoking gas, screaming jet life every time they past
I'm the one behind the wheel, mind on a mil
Wondering how long could it last
[The Godfather:]
[Hyman Roth:] Make sure that everybody sees the cake before we cut it. When a man comes to this point in his life, he wants to turn over the things he's been blessed with, turn them over to friends. As a reward for the friends he's had, and to make sure that everything goes well after he's gone. I want all you to enjoy your cake
The Usual Suspects lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke DZA, Fiend, & Cornerboy P)
[Smoke DZA:]
Kushed god, bitch
Jonesie
Sometimes you just need to be serenaded with the instrumental
183rd shit
Riiiight
Cooking up a batch
Ladies show they titties
Real niggas tip they caps, real trappers
For my hustler niggas with no choice
Posting up, slanging that oh boy
Stay on your grind, only way to turn a 300 to a Rolls Royce
Life is good, nah, life is great, now I'm 'bout to get my niggas straight
God bless a nigga with some legal ones so I can stay off the interstate
Not everybody getting money, not everybody selling out shows
Not everybody toured the world like four times, three albums in stores
From Australia up to Montauk, I kill 'em with the Don talk
And when it comes to this indie bread, I'm the hip-hop Thom Yorke
I'm too real for the radio heads, I'm an underground king
But these bitches can't stop my show and that's word to the Pimp
Low eating lobster and shrimp, all the bad bitches want to link
I'm like, fuck with a real nigga and stop feeling bad for that simp
That's the other species, come sip some of this PJ
And smoke some of this sweet tree and everything will be geetchi
DZA
[Fiend:]
I told your bitch like Alex Rawls
Mister Jones, full riding laws
Pop my calls in a ride with paws
Got a lot of nines, got a lot of fours
I'm a lane ward man, got a lot of goals
Know how to get the kitchen like a lot of O
Know when to burn out, before it's time to go
I'm a highlight reel so rewind it, ho
Pick them up, out the pound
Lighting up every time the Saints get a first down
Hold the flow so you can show us right now
You can get a purse and some work right now
This mack hand, ho, don't get the backhand
She chase ghosts like Ms. Pacman
He paid a ho to come back, fam
God damn
[Corner Boy P:]
They respect the Don
Eighteen karats with the red rubies and Piguets is on
Platinum Rolex, double-roll bezel, and walk around with Alexis on
Courtside in my Concords
With my niggas wiling out, smoking out tours
Life's about choices, got to make yours
The right set of keys open up the right doors
We trying to turn a little something to a lot more
You gotta go a little further than you won't go
It's like a hundred out there, had enough blow
I'm talking enough blow to make it below, zero
I'm the underdog's hero
To that dope boy, praying for a kilo
To the little nigga praying for a way out
Keep your head up, shorty, we gonna make it out
Made it out now
Hella stamps in my passport
Overseas airport
Coming through the hood up in foreign cars
Bitch, letting the weed flow
I'm hood rich, I can't change, ho
Meeting, smelling like weed smoke
Negotiate my record deal like a dope deal
Probably why a nigga take like a ki of dope
Nigga, you need a plug
[Curren$y:]
Top soft, but I grind hard to afford
To weld them switches to my dashboard
Lowriders and all, exotics to NASCARs
Amongst all these stars, seven grams in the raw
That's a Grammy award in my granddaddy car
With my granddaddy Kangol, higher than a halo
Sliced like tomato with precision on them blades, ho
It don't go down until he say so
Extra cheese, hold the mayo
Got stacks in San Diego, now I'm hiding out
Large amounts to count, just fill them duffel bags and weigh 'em
Spitta slayed 'em, no Santa
She's thirsty, get a Fanta
Bitch passing out, somebody fan her
Drive In Theatre
Fuck you thought this was
Payroll lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)
[Curren$y:]
Do this shit, done that shit
Get in the zone, my homies tell me, run that shit
Buy them Porsches to practice doing donuts in
Catwalk model top bitches we run up in
Fuck 'em, haters saying they don't fuck with him
Spitta keep it all the way one hundred
Highed up to most, they rank under him
Smoking on something thunderous
Marijuana designer, expensive ganja, bitch
You in the month of this
I've already picked your gown out, mama
You gon' look stunning, bitch
Try to feel A1 with this
Cinderella nervous, thinking this gon' turn into a pumpkin, chill
Long as you ain't rid all of that fronting, we can bail
Word to my white walls
Keep food in them dog bowls every night
It's a fool, it's a war zone, scary sight
But it's cool, it's what I call home, jet life
In that six where I just rolled past the satellite
Dressed to kill, hoping that I don't die
Word to Mary, I just bury my problems inside
Until they too heavy to carry, then I write these rhymes
Chess some game, if I feel that you worth the time
If you lame, I just direct you to them exit signs
Go back to where you came, squares too scared to get paid with the players
They watch from the sideline, they never out there
We in it, oh yeah, all conditions gear
ACGs, the G is what you see here
[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Oh mane, you know how the game go
Counting up this payroll, smoking all the dank, ho
Just rolled up another one, stay high and lay low
We be on that other shit, figure y'all the same old, ayo
Oh mane, you know how the game go
Counting up this payroll, smoking all the dank, ho
Just rolled up another one, stay high and lay low
We be on that other shit, figure y'all the same old, ayo
I'm business-minded individual
Eating good off rap, I snack on rats and live off my residuals
Cooley in the cut, counting blessings and feeling spiritual
Get money and chill every day, it's like a ritual
Habitual smoker, I stay high off that medicinal kush
Cruising through the city, Locing, feeling invincible
And the new machine so clean, I'm invisible
Behind these dark tints, my nigga, picture that visual
Picture me pulling up to a condo with a river view
You lames still hating, mane, but we ain't hearing you
Here to do what we do, get this money, share with a few
Nigga been grinding since Timbaland and Magoo was crew
Ain't nothing changed but my change, lil homie, my gear is new
It's cool, rappers are mad cause the game ain't feeling you
Just step to the sidelines, then shift to me and my crew
Bad bitches and sticky, it's your game, she's rolling with me
I'm cruising through the city, smoking fifties, we puff like Diddy
Really this how I'm living, they lying, they just look silly
Still trying to touch a milly before I'm buried in Gentilly
I was born to ball, real niggas and bitches feel me
I swear, they gon' have to kill me before I stop making it happen
Staying true to my faction, spending Jacksons off rapping
I'm saving up all the fragments, running out of places to stack 'em
Tre's still 'bout that action for niggas who want to asking, what the fuck
First Light lyrics - Curren$y x Smoke DZA x Harry Fraud
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Yeah
Exiting the striker boat
Clean as fuck, eatin' millions and shittin' soap
Its in the ceilings, its in the walls, its in the floor
That's old news, the real drugs is in the flow
Gold shoes, Dayton spokes on the 94
Fleet wood, my weed and fucking my bottom bitch, help me sleep good
G's spent on that motor work, monsters under these hoods
Clique too thick for you to see through it, you know how we do it
Way different from them, momma who let them in
Undesirables non-viable
This is what them bosses flick them lighters to
[Curren$y (Smoke DZA):]
Yeah, yeah
This is Harlem and New Orleans
This is old schools and drop foreigns
(Right)
This that first smoke of the morning
This that shit you always wanted
(Right)
I hope you suckas are ready for it
You know your bitches waiting on it
(Uh)
This that first smoke of the morning
This that shit you always wanted
[Smoke DZA:]
Riiiiiight, fuck the fame, give me the money and bud
Nigga could walk trough Harlem and its nothin' but love
A1 under these rap gods that's fuckin' with us
They don't even look cool, most of these niggas is sus
You rockin' with the innovators, imitated, never duplicated
If you don't fill that then , chances is you a hater
I can smell a motherfucka that's jealous, look at you
All in your feelings, you can't help it
Nigga look at the ground where real niggas round
I can see through the fake love and fake pounds
I ain't trippin I don't kick it wit em
No verses they can copy, as long as they got the ticket for it
DZA
[Curren$y (Smoke DZA):]
Yeah... this is Harlem and New Orleans
This is old schools and drop foreigns
(Right)
This that first smoke of the morning
This that shit you always wanted
(Right)
I hope you suckas are ready for it
You know your bitches waiting on it
(Uh)
This that first smoke of the morning
This that shit you always wanted
Gifts lyrics - Curren$y x Smoke DZA x Harry Fraud
[Smoke DZA:]
La musica de Harry Fraud
Niggas better get right
When you fuckin' with the Jet Life
Riiight
Boss is how we prone to think
Communicate with killers via CorrLinks
Some of my niggas went from the corner to the coroner
I made it out, luxury bus, touring love, right
Feeling better than head on the wake up
Roll me up a balmer like, it's great stuff
Won a couple dollars off the Knicks vs Pacers, I'm raged up
Already a better day than Ice Cube had
That's word to Terrance Howard durag
All my life I been a cool cat, word
Hop out the 7 in some Ewings
You looking bad in that bullshit you in
I speak ebonics and Ben Franklin fluent
Every boss once was the best student, been hustling since a truant
I'm a top tier nigga
L Seven. you a fucking square nigga, We could never square with ya
DZA
[Smoke DZA (Manchild):]
(Playing good music)
Real niggas better get right
When you fuckin' with the Jet Life
(Is our gift to you)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah bitch
They gotta weigh it on the scale they weigh the whales with
One sniff will make a german shepherd back flip
Three small gold chains, two pinky rings
And one big fucking dream to own all this
Empire under construction
Hard hat zone, work going on
Hazardous habitats, we hustling, but fuck it holmes
Bastards is rabid at them cash stacks
Bitches is going bad for that
Put you on like socks
Put you on like my watch, put you up like a poster
Lucky motherfuckers getting game from the coaches, and didn't even know it
The last stoned poets
Who never sold their souls and still in motion
Raking that dough in
And you silly motherfuckers thought it's just bout smoking
Shit
[Smoke DZA & Manchild:]
(Playing good music)
Real niggas better get right
When you fuckin' with the Jet Life
(Is our gift to you)
[Manchild:]
We sing a song
Especially for you
Thursday Car lyrics - Curren$y x Smoke DZA x Harry Fraud
La Música de Harry Fraud
[Smoke DZA:]
My ol' head told me "Kill them bitches"
Rollin up while we handle our business
I know them haters there, but we ain't trippin
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
Big money, good weed, and fly bitches
High dealings, high ceilings
High bitches, high healing
I'm smooth, Herringbone over the Oxford
We fuckin mobsters, we just cop to cop, fuck it
We rape the spot, and drop duckets
You hate it, I love it
On the Lo', you'd admire me, probably dub it
You know how they do, use your own shit and try to play you
Haters hate, but I'm sleep tho
Respect, you get 0
Chopped, cold-cut tryna be hero
Got the dour for a courteous price
My Cali bitch brought 30 on the flight
Nigga, Ripley's believe It or not
It'll be gone before you get off the clock
You hustlin' minimal caine
Throw your work in the air like 'Bron before the game
Foamposites, and bucket-hats
Designer sweat-pants, and fresh 3's
We gave you niggas the blueprint
Now go 'head and get fresh, B
(All that RRL, that Denim & Supply, shit let's not forget Rugby)
Now go 'head and get fresh, B
(My nigga did the Bape, he threw the white-on-whites on, y'all threw y'alls back on)
Tahaha yeah, go 'head and get fresh, B
My ol' head told me "Kill them bitches"
Rollin up while we handle our business
I know them haters there, but we ain't trippin
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
Big money, good weed, and fly bitches
[Curren$y:]
Back seat cypher, me, my weed, my lighter
Pass the weed to my driver, my driver like MacGyver
Get me in and out of, traffic, where the cash at?
I'm there in the nick of time of, these lil boys ain't rhyming
They all kinda tryna be like us
So styles, I improvise 'em
Copy cat niggas, you the box of kitty litter
A boss ain't in ya
So you takin' losses anytime you go against us
Bitches get something to remember whenever they visit
Swing that corner wit me in that lo-lo, she was hittin switches
Now you're dolo, cause she no longer wanna be wit'cha
I'm out SOHO shoppin, stop, take sum pictures
Real recognize the same kind
Apes shall never kill another primate
Cadillac trucks back to back outside
While we inside buying Bape, you too broke to fix your face, HANNN!
[Smoke DZA:]
My ol' head told me "Kill them bitches"
Rollin' up while we handle our business
I know them haters there, but we ain't trippin
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
Big money, good weed, and fly bitches
10 Bricks lyrics - Curren$y x Smoke DZA x Harry Fraud (feat. Big KRIT & French Montana)
[French Montana:]
Gon' slow it down for 'em, you know
Sometimes, they say you gotta laugh
You might laugh to cry out, hahahaha
Ahh man
When you get time to relax
That's the pleasure
Y'know'sayin
[French Montana:]
Homie, I just lost my only paper, back to square one
Feel like misery is my only neighbor
They say God protect us
I don't know why I feel safer with a burner
Getting high got me locked up in the prison, smelling like last night
Why people sell their soul for the fast life?
Nobody loves us
And they tell us go fight for the flag, but don't fight for them colors
Watch some television, have you baptized and your brain washed
What to wear, where to live, what to do when a friend is a friend with a motive
Them broke plans, have a nigga down, feeling hopeless
Hoping I can make mills before I lay on my back
On the block where a million niggas flipping packs
Grabbing my leg
Feel like crabs in the bucket, can't get ahead
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Cause either niggas waiting on ya, or they hating on ya
Tell 'em I ain't falling off never
That chopper say that they don't want it, I put some money on it
I'ma be the coldest motherfucker ever
Cause either you a made man, or your game plan
Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands
Either you the pimp type, or you ho'n out
Still, motherfucker know exactly what I'm talking about
[Curren$y:]
Too much going on to think about
Old school Camero like the new ones never dropped
Bitch waving while I'm swinging but I can't stop
Like that green
Bitch, we always got the green light, what you mean?
I go where I please
Ho like, "don't leave" but baby, I'm in the breeze
Money don't grow on them, but I for sure smoke on them
Cadillac with the Ritz with the true spokes on them
Slabs, whatever you want, we have
Slinging like the rock fired by David and Goliath
Word rhyming Heisman
Joe Namath with my fur coat, sidelining
I bought Rolex watches for all of my offensive linemen
Because it's time to make it happen
Audio dope boy magic
Burning through the plastic, touchdown passes
Flicking fleas off like ashes
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Cause either niggas waiting on ya, or they hating on ya
Tell 'em I ain't falling off never
That chopper say that they don't want it, I put some money on it
I'ma be the coldest motherfucker ever
Cause either you a made man, or your game plan
Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands
Either you the pimp type, or you ho'n out
Still, motherfucker know exactly what I'm talking about
[Smoke DZA:]
Riiiiight
Niggas acting funny on the daily, spare me
I be indifferent to most shit, sincerely
Not a fuck given in my body, sorry
Try to hit me with that old school game, Atari
Leave them like Lawry's, nigga, saucy as shit
You know the type, bad bite, but when they see you, straight hop on your dick
I'm like "are these niggas stupid or nah?"
Rhetorical questions as I puff on my 'gar
Ain't heard from my homie in weeks, he in the hole
When I get that unavailable call I already know
And as soon as a nigga press 5
He hit me with a "riiiiight"
I be hyped, daddy, keeping spirits alive
Said he heard me on the radio the whole building was live
He like "Nigga, I won't see daylight soon
But as long as you shining bro, I'll be cool."
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Cause either niggas waiting on ya, or they hating on ya
Tell 'em I ain't falling off never
That chopper say that they don't want it, I put some money on it
I'ma be the coldest motherfucker ever
Cause either you a made man, or your game plan
Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands
Either you the pimp type, or you ho'n out
Still, motherfucker know exactly what I'm talking about
Bales lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy
[Curren$y:]
Smoking a hundred dollar joint
Major presentation, nigga Power Point
Homes, hesitation never been a choice
Early bird gets the Rolls Royce
Baby cakes Duncan Hines moist
Cause that money make her come anywhere I am
She not dumb anytime she hear my voice
Like a money machine luxury fiend
Do anything survive the cobra's clutches
Hopscotch hot coals on solid gold crutches bitch cold
Ice man can't touch it half court raining buckets
Star struck bitches behaving like lightning hit 'em
Hold they hearts I'm in the building
Oh lord Andretti killed 'em
When they swung that '76 glass house three wheeling
Surveillance vans parked up the block tryna peep the dealings
Like I don't see them
I tell my bitch to bring them a nice pitcher of ice tea since they thirsty
Out right parched for the downfall of a boss
Homie not me soon as one ends another one start this is season six
We take the food plate and table cloths from a sip off rip lock your shit
[Young Roddy:]
And I find myself blunted
One million dollar thoughts I'm just tryna make some money
Turn my rainy day sunny
Frank White style, my city I run it, skinny nigga turned chubby
For safety my burner under my Rugby
Either hate me or love me I'm purple label my luggage
Uh, I try my best to dodge trouble
You see Spitta my brother, you catch us puffing in public
Trill nigga one hundred better yet one thousand
Good God, will I make it out this jungle
I'm just a nigga from the bricks with a bitch who's from London
Big dog Bill Russell from a bucket to a Hummer
They say the good die young I've seen the pretty turn ugly
They either shoot they stick at a bitch or shoot cutters
They heard me to my stomach so his momma cry a puddle
420 vision from up here's mad blurry
Grizzly lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy
[Young Roddy:]
Guess who's bizack, bitch
You can smell the blow in my clothes - I relapse, bitch
This one for my homies who been trappin' in that trap, bitch
Who tryin' to go get it, push that pedal to the mat, bitch
But if it's 'bout some business tell 'em hit me on my jack
I'm self-made man I never had to piggyback
Like Paul Pierce, I'm the truth, no lyin' in these raps
Use Good Sense bags to bag this audio crack
Real nigga, with my brother I spit my last
True stoner, every moment, smokin' on that gas
Success all in my pathway, I got them haters mad
I'm only catchin' flights, they catchin' feelings mad fast
So bitch ass niggas probably talk behind my back
Gold diggin' bitches tryin' to get keys to my pad
Sorry, never that, nice try, but never that, ho
Tryin' not to make a sound, creepin' out that back, doe, piss po'
But I got my eye on a milli
Twistin' up that killer got my fingertips sticky
I thought this chick was with me, tryin' to stick my for my chippies
Always had a feelin' she was tryin' to catch my slippin'
I guess she on her grizzly too
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Damn, I guess she on her grizzly too
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Damn, I guess she on her grizzly too
[Curren$y:]
One for the money, two for the bitches
Can't knock the hustle, cause mama on her grizzly
If them niggas fall for it, then she pick up them Benjis
Niggas'll support her, escort her through them corridors
It ain't nothin' but Gs, feel the aura, ho
To a captain save-a, my set is a horror show
Hold tight behavior, corrected, whenever the real step in
Swear she got that pimp scent off me
That the smell of that money and that killer in the car with me
Bitches callin' me daddy, got me feelin' quite fatherly
A boss in these streets
Checkin' my financial gains quarterly
Profit margins increase largely
Smart ass bitches is on me
Aware of my growth, my net, my gain but I reverse that
I'm at your throat bitch, this game
Oh, you on your grind? I'm double time on mine
Check that
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Damn, I guess she on her grizzly too
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Damn, I guess she on her grizzly too
Weather Channel lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy
[Curren$y:]
Fish bowling, cougar bitches notice
Vintage exotic rolling, Turbo 97 Lotus
Dosha in my upholstery, this is a soldier story
Smoking with my uncles who opened them doors for me
Every detail was gorey on the road to the glory
But if my life was easy my autobiography would be boring
But this a how to guide, holy matrimony
How to marry money, how to manage funding
Get it and spend it but, always remember a
Couple of pretty pennies keep the rain up off your windows
Strain the endo, insane OG enzo
Ferrari on my mind until it's parked in front my front door
Floatin' in my crib like I'm living in a house boat
I got a safe in this bitch, gold bars stamped 14k on these bricks
Danny Ocean how I set a heist in motion
[Young Roddy:]
When I asked for a helping hand they told me hell no
Spit the from the soul like the homie Ab-Soul
Stressed out I burn an L with my best bro
Just hoping that them cops don't come knocking at my door
I thank God for them shows, thank God to hit the road
Cause without that, back in the trap bagging O's
Money cars and clothes that's all a nigga know
And that lifestyle I'll never make a wack nigga fold
I'll make your heart turn cold, it ain't no love for no ho
And it's still Jets at your mofucking throat
Got a wicked jump shot, I pump
Blow, I done both
Got the whip smelling like a pound of marijuana smoke
I stay highed up roasted, plotting on my fortune
This poetry in motion, them real niggas quote this
I never had no piss, still don't take no shit
But I'm all about that good sense that ignorance is bullshit
Certified lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy
[Young Roddy:]
Had mary jane all on my brain while sittin' up in this interview
Weed smoke all in my lungs I'm bound to fail this physical
Beefin' with that nigga fuck I might fuck his girl intentional
Crap game that second period I'm tryna duck that principal
Was flat broke but I won 300 bucks fuck I guess this will do
I spent it all on a pitbull and some Michael Jordan tennis shoes
Thought I came up but I came short boy real talk that's critical
But real niggas don't fold I hold my head high, I'm a general
And I feel Wayne with no worries but I wonder will I see thirty
Cause them jack boys stay rollin' man them niggas outchea lurkin'
And I'm still riding like fuck em and that make my mom mad nervous
No leaks around my faucet man them groupie bitches so thirsty
Bitch I'm shinin' cause I'm working gettin' that paper cause I deserve it
Tryna smoke away my pain I hope this L'll never stop burnin'
It's just me myself plus mary tryna make it out of this journey
I try to share my vision but they vision way too blurry
And them same niggas they riding with'll be the same niggas that burn em
Them same niggas they plottin' with be the same niggas that murk em
My cousin got him a 9 to 5 but his money slow as a turtle
Now he hollerin' bout how he quitting straight back to the block to go get it
And I can't even much blame him he like "hurry up and get famous"
Cause yo shit colder than they shit he say they ain't even much hating
So till they get you your tour bus he be posted up and he slangin'
Put your living up in that murder cap be no gang banging they banging
It's Jet Life to my next life with the Andretti and Mingo
Smoke that Sour D for my nerves, fool, and that O-G for my anger
Cloud nine what I'm sitting on full sky cap my angle
But when I'm done ho please don't fall in love
No pills just weed killing pussy all night
Damn right show you right damn right show you right
No pills just weed killing pussy all night
Damn right show you right damn right show you right
No pills just weed killing pussy all night
Damn right show you right damn right show you right
No pills just weed killing pussy all night
Damn right show you right damn right show you right
The War On Drugs lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy
[Curren$y:]
Sharper than my nephew's edge up
Bitches tryna be under the Don so they step up
Apply to ride with your highness
Only the best of the bunch, pick of the litter
The prized pup grew to be a big dog
This ain't new to me, seen it through my homies eyes, true OG's
Now I ride them pretty cars down gruesome streets
Dead partners in my ear reminding me what these jealous niggas will do to me
So I can never sleep
Light power nap, three hour flight, collect them stacks
We keep it moving we, can't stop, brake lines pop
Headlines made, front page
I rock sweatpants on any occas', baby, why not
Make a bop out of your lady, silencer from a potato
OG Bobby Johnson now I live like Ox, son
Big ass house son, weed in the bowl, I'm on the couch son
With my homeboy in route, son
So assassination attempts will yield a different outcome
I don't even really be 'bout none
But my brothers watching son, so watch it son
[Young Roddy:]
They say wake up and smell the Folgers
But I'm from the hood, when I wake up I smell yola
Now my girl want me back
Bitch I tried to told you that one day I get this dough
But she thought that I was bogus
Said I'm acting funny since she get the cold shoulder
Like I don't know her
Shit, Rod' a grown man, I'm no doja
They label me a fo' nick totter, a marijuana smoker
Who hardly ever sober I stay highed up, loaded
Uh, let's get this money that's what my uncle taught me, yea
I stand for something, now where your guts and glory, yea
And I'm no baby boy, Roddy no Jody
I got real nigga status fool, I bet your lady know me
I'm killing these cowards tell them haters die slowly
They hate to see me up and see me ball like Ginóbili
They'd rather see me injured on the side like Kobe
But it's crunch time I gotta get mine, them pussies owe me, nigga
Amongst the thunder and clouds, we breaks it down
Moving in silence, but them actions speak loud
They try to Xerox the flows, we switch our style
Amongst the thunder and clouds, we breaks it down
Moving in silence, but them actions speak loud
They try to Xerox the flows, we switch our style
Amongst the thunder and clouds, we breaks it down
Moving in silence, but them actions speak loud
They try to Xerox the flows, we switch our style
Amongst the thunder and clouds, we breaks it down
Moving in silence, but them actions speak loud
They try to Xerox the flows, we switch our style
100 Spokes lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy
("Bales" Version)
[Curren$y:]
Single engine Cessna
Amphibious landing gear, terrain treacherous here
Square groupers, blocks of white cheddar
Precious metals, butter soft leathers
Shakers and movers, business is booming
Lil nigga, you know who you in the room with?
Big boss, killer whales and sharks, ain't no tuna fish
We'll know who was fit when the casualties get tallied
There will be a list, carved in stone for all the soldiers buried
In this bloody mud, war on drugs
I just rap like it's packages, ducking the fucking fuzz
Jealous of my status, wan' know what it was
We'll put 'em in that position, to any bust can we link em?
But I'm four joints rolled up, back of that black tour bus thinking
Up more dope by the boatloads, stay afloat no sinking
100 spokes on the Lincoln, Rivieras on [?]
Parked outside the fortress, where the money ain't never sleeping
[Young Roddy:]
My grandpa left me a Cadillac with the white walls
Was on a mission, hear my tires scratch off
Came up, fell back off
My momma sent me to the store to cop a pack of Newports
And a lotto ticket scratch off
Hope we hit that jackpot at least one time
Trying not to get locked out by one time
That cheddar on my mind I only see green, I'm color blind
Shout out to Sean John and Al Poe I'm tryna shine
With a hundred bag in my pocket
Seven grams you can acknowledge
Better watch out for your trail, this shit get real when the feds watchin'
I'm known to clock my dollars got his girl dancing topless
Better slow your roll Charlie I run laps around your posse
I spit 'til they start drowning ain't no love for the out of towner
My Chevy engine stay grinding, kept 100 shots in my chopper
That a hundred hoes in that lobby, got a bad bitch and she bout it
She tryna get to my home, I used to roll on chrome
Now I ride on 100 spokes, out
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