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
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
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
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$y:]
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Search Party lyrics - Curren$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
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
Uh
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
Intro lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
More Saturday Night Car Tunes
Da-da-da, yeah, da-da-da
Yeah, da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, la-da-da-da-da-da-da
I know a couple muthafuckas new to this shit
That thought I was about to rap
And I know, a whole lot of us already know
That I had like five more tracks to that
We'll get to that in a second
Throw your shit up right now
If you know Cardo's twitter, go on and tweet him
Tell him thanks for this shit right here, for this intro
Don't trip though, we're gonna rap on it, on one of the
On one of the next projects, I know you noticed
And shit happenin' every weekend, JLR niggas not sleepin'
This will get you where you gotta go
This will get you to work, this will get you to the store
This will get you over to that girl house
This will get her to your house
This will get all y'all to the club, back to the spot
This will get you through your smoke session
After you download it and invite everybody over
More Saturday Car Toons... Yeah, that's it
Champagne Reign lyrics - Curren$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
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
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
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
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
I seen't it all from my terrace
Seen't it all from the 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't it all from the terrace
Seen it all from the terrace
Seen 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
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