Cabana lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Up early, smokin' and plottin'
Looking at these lames being thankful I'm not them
This year couple million out the game
And you're wondering how I got them
I got it from going hard, I always stay on my job
Wanna get high you should come to my spot then
And smoke with some heavyweight niggas
Jets, Taylor Gang nigga losing's not a option
Now I'm always on the road
And everywhere I go people asking what I'm rocking
I tell em this is next year's fresh and this year's best
And some shit you niggas not in, so quit copyin'
(Hahahaha)
Yeah man
You niggas got it confused, trying to do what we do
That's not the point
The point is for you to do you
It's a beautiful thing
[Curren$y:]
I'm in the regal, you in a rut
Stuck, can't come up
Old, jealous niggas hatin' on us
Bitches is wishin' you'd shut the fuck up
I'm in the position, set my niggas up tough
What the fuck, just jump
Continents I promise it
I could go from bucks to billions in a minute
Made a split second decision
Executed with precision
I feel attention when I walk in the room
Old cuddly ass niggas go to hidin' they woman
Thinkin' I'm a walk up to 'em, but I don't do it
Baby girl know the big shit from the manure
I could help you shine like a jeweler
Candy paint make an old whip newer
Landing lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Currensy:]
Money in the floor, weed in a bowl
On the couch, life like Ox
Big TV, nigga, big ass remote
Motion sensors all over my house
For investigative ass hoes
That's waiting for me to pass out
So they can tiptoe all over my home
Woah, pump your brakes, slow your roll
I got cake, bread in loaves
State to state, hit that road
Hit that bank when I get home
Hit that lot tomorrow morn'
I think they got the one I want
Top I drop like my ex ho
Top get dropped like I let it go
Fool I close Ferrari doors
My driveway is a horse show
Smoke my weed, eat my breakfast
My bitch read our horoscopes
Out loud
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Talk about what's gon' get done to a nigga, until I run in to niggas
Might dress kinda funny to niggas, I got more money than niggas
These niggas lackin positive influence so I'm son'ing these niggas
You niggas more Calogero I'm more Sunny than niggas
That's why I got a couple of cribs and everyone one of 'em owned
Shoulda had my Ferrari by now, but had to get my mother a home
Just bought a few pounds the other day and everyone one of 'em gone
Just counting my chains, tomorrow I'm a put everyone one of 'em on
You niggas must be trippin' yeah that's a Benz, nigga what's the edition
(Niggas jealous cause they see me gettin' money)
See me and Spitta in this bitch, they like yeah niggas must be twistin'
(So much swag and you niggas looking bummy)
And we been giving swag but on the real that wasn't the intention
(So much swag make a nigga wish he was me)
It's kinda funny cause a nigga thought I was being different
(I'm getting high laughing at you niggas cause it's funny)
The Blend lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Curren$y:]
Sports coupe spoiler
Sipping on a bottled water
Dead serious like the fourth quarter
Niggas can't get the shit, it's on back order
Holla at the waiting list, I'm already sporting 'em
Bout to give away the shits, can't get bored of the money spending
High performance exhaust system
Straight bossing, more than often
Nigga I'm always getting it, straight Jet living
I got all my cars, all my weed, all my women
Valeting exotics at mafia style dinners
Ducking pictures as we toast to getting richer
It was all planned out for us to stand out
The have-nots have it all, without accepting handouts, dog
Twisting the top off the big jar
Higher than a
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Niggas out they rabid ass mind
Thinking I ain't gon' try to get as much money as I can make this year
You must be on some hardcore drugs
I'm just flipping through magazines and rolling them Raws up
My red cup filled up with gin
That's my gang and they destined to win
In this thing and you better spend
Give good brain, you should let her in
Leave your cigars, joints already rolled
In the morn' look at a Polaroid of it
Wake up feeling way better than you ever did
With the nigga that you was with
And now you got the nigga all upset because of it
Would call my phone but he know that I don't play that
Send some real niggas where he stay at
Made it quite clear, take ya lips put 'em right here
Toast lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Curren$y:]
Year-round we them niggas
You seasonal, temporary living
Your run'll be done in a minute
You are not infinite
Bitches can tell the difference, they know better than to smoke with ya
Back up a lil' bit, you'll get the whole picture
So much sicker than them niggas, I'm coughing they just got hiccups
KC lights, roll bars on my Chevy pickup
Off-road style, lift kit, heavy duty springs
Stomper tires get it done when the time is crunch like sit-ups
To the challenge I rise, Lamborghini doors
'85 Countach never seen a real road
From the showroom floor to my seven car garage
Got a storage 'cross town with like seven more rides
Tucked inside - that Grand Theft Auto life
Rolling up in my safe house I'm looking down
Done it by my design, refusing to comprimise
Mestizo eyes
Mestizo eyes
[Wiz Khalifa:]
They saying shit changed cause shit changed
Not just the horses in my motor, but the cost for me to show up
I'm a boss, and my whole team fly private
Black cars when we roll up, quarter pounds when we blow up
Hit the ground running
My watch new cause a nigga sound bumping
And ya girlfriend leaving you cause she just wanna be around something
Like playing Xbox and wearing weed socks, speeding 'round stunting
Orderin' thousand dollar room service, rolling weed up by the onion
Ooo I got it made, but I ain't make it on my own
Who would've thought a Pittsburgh nigga would go and buy an LA home
Rolling up papers, turning down favors
All these fake kushes, I got my own flavor
Homie that ain’t KK in that brand new bag
Got it made to make that brand new crib
Need a whip to match that brand new car
Thinking maybe Maybach brand new insides
Everything black, young ass nigga blowing OG in the back
Last time you heard from me, I was rolling bud up
Looking dope in my brand new clothes
Eyes closed like someone told 'em to shut up
Mestizo eyes
Mestizo eyes
Revenge And Cake lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Bobbi Humphrey sample:]
Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love
Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love
Sweeter than sugar
Sweeter than sugar
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Follow me as I get high, and ride
In the car I just bought, but I prolly never drive
I heard it's easier that way
My weed is gettin' stronger my Visa is gettin' straight
My whole team is gettin' cake
Call us leaders in the game, niggas follow cause they need us
Ain't just wannabe's they want to be us
Thats why they throw our gang up when they see us
Rollin' planes up, hear them niggas who talk the same
But they ain't us
Took my success and I shared it with everyone next to me
So they sayin' that we came up
Got some fire weed and some niggas down to smoke
So we all gon' be high as can be
At that point you aspire to be
Hermes belt, I'm the flyest degree
[Bobbi Humphrey sample:]
Sweeter than sugar
Sweeter than sugar
[Curren$y:]
The view from my lair
Will have a married woman playin' truth or dare
At my crib cleanin' rooms in there
So many shoes, you think I buy my shoes a pair
A fuckin' fool, highed up with Pittsburgh pimpin'
Ever since my old crib, splittin' ounces
Goin' half on Chinese food
To flights Hawaiian, a two week cruise excursion
Far from the madness splurging
Learnin' 'bout scuba gear, sting ray sea urchins
Do it for my old heads
Same way they would've done for the OG's before them
They like, "how thick is your skin?"
I been through Hell and back fillin' up the tank for another spin
All the way out there goin' in, cash pourin' in
Gas pedals to the floor in 'em vintage wheel historian
Open the garage door finna bring another in
[Bobbi Humphrey sample:]
Sweeter than sugar
Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love
Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love
Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love
For Her lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Higher than you ever been in your motherfuckin' life nigga
Without even tryin'
The game got a grip, never slip
Can tell by the way I got my hands on it
Started at the bottom but now my money is so motherfuckin' tall I can stand on it
Ain't just happened homie I planned on it
You think you better don't just talk 'bout it put some grands on it
Sleep in Cali woke up in France on 'em
Took the life I live chose talk about it now my fans on it
Now is Dior all on my pants homie
Don't know where I'm going my schedule full so I can't call it
So much weed you see all them grams fallin'
Rollin' so much up that my fingers startin' to cramp on me
Hear you talkin' 'bout what I am
On top of that shit you sayin' you gotta say rich as fuck when you mention us
I get a hold of the bombest weed and I twist it up
Them Cadillacs in line out front just to pick us up
[Curren$y:]
I woke up to a joint, cartoons and cereal
A coupe with zero miles and oatmeal interior
These chicks diggin' my style
I'm sincerely superior to whatever your doing right now
And whatever your plannin' to get into
I'm just clockin' my miles
On the road to these riches, these hoes wavin' and smilin'
But I don't pay 'em no attention, I'm all about my empire
We just trying to get bigger, we multiplying in size
These snakes trying to get with us, they lookin' for the co-sign
But a real nigga don't give a fuck, I'm too busy gettin' high
You can hitch a ride on another truck
Now excuse me as I kiss the sky
Peace signs to baby girl before she try to kiss me bye
She miss me like the sun in her eyes, can't catch a pop fly
Kush castles in the sky
The only hassle is when I smash and go she want to cry
I get dressed she wanna know where I'm going and why
Can't deal with that
New Jet City lyrics - Curren$y
This is the fruit of our hard work
The belief in the entrepreneur spirit
The new American dream
A toast
A toast to my family, life, till death
Uh, I wrote this sitting in the back
Of that triple black with the picnic tables
Twisting up a sack, my Cuban link cables prove I'm in the majors
A prime time playa', high quality rhymes
Earn these wages allowing me to make wagers double your life savings
We on yacht's waving
Champagne cases, cocaine traces found
Seeping from the speakers when the bass kick
Hella baked dropping these tapes, raking cakes in
Millions my nigga, keep that under like the basement
Engine running on that spaceship
She sexy like a woman, speeding like a bullet, don't pull up to it
Talkin' bout you want race it, I went to class with a craftsman who made this
Upper class shit, fresher than mints, at the event
I'm a king, Son-ing these rappers, I make you a prince, New Jet City, ya
Uh, to stand in front this money train doesn't make sense
I never hustled with no lames, why would I begin?
I'm surviving in the game where many don't win
But loser ain't my name mane, that's one of them
I'm gripping woodgrain, got a jernt of full strength
Listening to Max B, wishing he was free
But he not, so we smoke a whole ounce for Gang Green
Jet Life motherfucker we the A-Team
No van that's a Lamb, lift them wings
There's a difference between a plan and a scheme
Make sure your crew all true to the same things
New Jet City
Clear lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Jadakiss)
[Curren$y:]
Uh, cold bottles, hot nights
Long stories, short flights
My turf be your territory, everybody got a price
Indecent proposal, the money to have people at your disposal
Bitch wake up to a nose full and sneak out on old dude
He been on to her moves but he play it cool
Knowing better than to trust a bitch
Even though she was with him
Back when he began hustling, had her tugging greyhound
Bussing all types of other shit
Know how that old game, loop a younger bitch
Same thing, lose a younger bitch
Speed kills and them newer cats is mad quick
Survival of the fittest, niggas need to join a gym
Rhymes lightweight homie, been lifting
International audio dope distributing
Five star restaurant with my house shoes on
Light the joint of a don, stay out my way from here on
Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows
If it ain't about no paper we can't deal with ya'
If you hating we can find some ways to deal with ya'
Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows
If it ain't about no paper we can't deal with ya'
If you hating we can find some ways to deal with ya'
[Jadakiss:]
You're a thug but you be around the stars, mad nervous
You ain't got enough bars, bad service
No reception
You claim to be real, that's your perception
It ain't all skill, it's all perfection
I'm the best and, let me make that as clear as my windows
Deeper than rap, niggas know I handle my business
'Fore the trial even start, I handle the witness
Either way, niggas gon' get it
From sunshine 'til the storm hit it
I'm out here, hands on with it
I don't love the money, I just get along with it
Turn soft white into hard dough
Bad bitch on a jet watching Argo
That's what it call for, we can all go
I'm just making it clear so that you all know
Nigga
[Curren$y:]
Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows
If it ain't about no paper we can't deal with ya'
If you hating we can find some ways to deal with ya'
Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows
If it ain't about no paper we can't deal with ya'
If you hating we can find some ways to deal with ya'
Choosin lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Rick Ross)
'Shameka. Its not your fault
At least put a nigga's order in"
[Curren$y:]
Uh, daytime lights on
Hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it
I don't hide bitch, I'm high when I'm in public
Even in my everyday ride I be stuntin'
This is nothing really, you should see me Sunday
I'm from New Orleans love, you know how I'm coming
Hop out that Impala, left the motor running
Them my lil homies front that store, they ain't gone touch it
Spitta where you goin', finna meet the money
I come through in that bread truck, everybody hungry
I be trynna keep it low, but the streets be talking
I heard they think I'm selling dope, on them walkie talkies
They worst than them bitches, them bitches be stalkin'
Outside checkin' for which car a nigga parkin'
She said she from Belize, but she can speak Ferrari
I roll that tree and I write a song about it in the morning
Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Pull up, pushing buttons blowing OG like it's nothing
Marijuana fussin, smoking loud is no discussion
Black & Yellow, Black & Yellow, something out of nothing
Choppers like the Russians, bust your head that's a concussion
Full time grinder, all the time hustlin'
Bitch, I'm from the Burg so you know that I be thuggin'
Made it from the bottom, so in God we put our trust in
Certified stoner, get a Raw and put a nug in
Rari's, Rari's, Rari's, Lamborghini hari kari
Suicidal doors, tell the owner I said sorry
Pull up in that you know, pockets fat like sumo
Taylor Gang or Die, Jet 'La La La' Life!
[Curren$y:]
Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
[Rick Ross:]
My homies, we sold pills, The motive was chrome wheels
Pullin' up to club Liv, makin' them hoes peel
My niggas was way trill, wardrobe was unreal
My Cuban was Spanish gold, so vintage as my Cazals
I'm talking the facts of life, can I just have a slice?
Best seats at the game, 'Bron having a night
Let him go check the stats, cause all I want is the racks
Even moving the merch, I'm getting 60 a hat
MCM on my luggage, Reebok making me buttered
Behike Cuban cigars bombaclot he think he Dudus
Double M, we the hottest on the fucking turf
I'm going straight to heaven, crib built like the church
[Curren$y:]
Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Sixten Switches lyrics - Curren$y
Sixteen switches still smoking strong on them bitches
Got the Chevy sitting looking like something wrong with it
Sixteen switches still smoking strong on them bitches
Got the Chevy sitting looking like something wrong with it
Uh, word to this 8-ball hanging from my key ring
Spitta got a thing for mary jane, and Dana Dane's turning lane
Back bumper scraping, purple ghost flames
Only see it when the light hit it right
Painted by them pros mane cause I know where to go mane'
High roller sitting low, could enter it in a show, fo' sho'
Chief exporter of that audio dope, as if you didn't know
These niggas try to copy my flow, I switch up on them though
Bitches want the real
Them hoes see me, they be tryna' run up like a hill
I be like chill
Sixteen switches still smoking strong on them bitches
Got the Chevy sitting looking like something wrong with it
Three 60 lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Juicy J)
[Curren$y:]
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
Got them bitches wanting to fuck, got them haters tryna' fuck with me
Yeah they so persistent with they ignorance
Consistent with this shit, I get a little bit more meticulous
Descriptive when I spit that shit
Nigga we really live in this Jet
It's not fictitious, ask your bitch cause she's been in it
Impressed with how I'm dressed, and this ain't shit bae I'm just chilling
I'm never stressed, never let 'em see me sweat
Asking who designed my sweats, examine me like I'm a exhibit
If I grew it how'd I do it, how much was it, where'd I get it
It's sickening but I'm not tripping, love I know how to fix 'em
Broke niggas keep whining so I cop more diamonds
All my cars got leather and wood
All my hoes is nine's and dimes
All my clothes, they smell like good
All my days, I'm gon' be high
All my nights I'm looking for the best time I can find
Sleeping when it's over, even though a Lifer will never die
All my cars got leather and wood
All my hoes is nine's and dimes
All my clothes, they smell like good
All my days, I'm gon' be high
All my nights I'm looking for the best time I can find
Sleeping when it's over, even though a Lifer will never die
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
[Juicy J:]
Juicy J pimp shit hard on a bitch
Talk the draw's off a bitch
Backstage at my show, got two or three hoes let 'em slob on my dick
Take a look at my wrist, you can tell I'm paid
Rich nigga shit, I bet your bitch give me head on stage
Maybach outside, still getting head while I drive
Nigga so high, if I fall off I'm sill gon' land in the sky
Got lean in my cup, a room full of sluts, they all gon' fuck
A girl named Holly, gone on the molly
She gon' wake up with a mouth full of nuts
Curren$y the Hot Spitta, Juicy J
Double cup full of that UGK
Bitch I shine like a U.V. ray
And I get head like a new toupee
Scared money don't make no money
I make your ho open my door for me
I copped the Phantom, all black
I'm in the back with a snow bunny
Ferrari faster than the roadrunner
I bought that bitch with my show money
Damn right nigga, I paid cash
Yeah ho, I don't owe nothing
I'm feeling like Superman, I'm smoking on Kryptonite
I'm living that trippy life
Damn right nigga, we don't miss a night
[Curren$y:]
All my cars got leather and wood
All my hoes is nine's and dimes
All my clothes, they smell like good
All my days, I'm gon' be high
All my nights I'm looking for the best time I can find
Sleeping when it's over, even though a Lifer will never die
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
Living For The City lyrics - Curren$y
Uh, peanut butter leather
Brown liquor, couple sips, keep it together
Weed lit, sunroof lifted slightly, gently tilted
Driver with murder gloves in my car cause I'm killing it
Premium preserves in my jar, I be getting it
From where if you ain't a member then you ain't getting in
Smoke to the fact that we be getting it
Higher than the ceilings in the penthouses we living in
Boy you better get your bitch, over here
Taking pictures of the whips, asking us
What we gon' get into after it's badgering us
Life I chose why your women act like hoes
I know, this just a game I play
When I get bored
Living just enough for the
High'd up just enough for the
Living just enough for the
Never gave a, yeah
Drive lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Styles P)
[Curren$y:]
Dirty ashtrays, empty bottles of champagne
Tryna find my way in this maze, which is the game
Bitches and gold chains, pistols and diamond rings
More than my fair share seen, been on the scene since I seen
Niggas make green, used my common sense it seemed hella easy
But it took a grip a time pimp, believe me
Just wanted to make moves while my dudes was still alive to see me
Do it like I was doin it for TV
Me and 2 Chainz blew hella trees
Take your Maserati, hot as I set em' down on Chevy seats
Love you dealin' wit a G
Your club for audio drugs, 16 bars is a key
1 mixtape is a whole barge, load it down with that sneeze
We record it, we float it in, it's movin' in them streets
The monumental movement got that music for the fiends
Be cautious, this boss shit, be mindful when you speak
Gotta read between them lines to find whats hidden in these beats
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive
It ain't what you drive it's where you park
It ain't where you park it's where you live
It ain't where you live it's how you die
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, yeah
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive
It ain't what you drive it's where you park
It ain't where you park it's where you live
It ain't where you live it's how you die
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, yeah
[Young Roddy:]
I used to be that nigga stealin' bicycles
Young fly nigga, til' I die I stay live nigga
So stressed out I used to blaze 'til my eyes little
Hella high pimpin' on the corner with them wild niggas
Get rich or die tryin' I got that feelin'
I'm so close to a million, and the Lord is my witness
I swear to God I love her, I'm just bad with commitment
That simply, we smoke 'til them sandwich bags empty
I burn a joint with Jaz, he talked religion
And I ain't attend church in a minute, Lord knows I need to hear this
But I been like a pilot, plottin' on my paper mission
My hustle game official, I used to hoop like Penny
Was flat broke, no pennies, had henney in my system
Big money on my mental, her ass fat as a hippo
Girl watchu' tryna' get into
From a rental, to a hoopty, to a Benzo my nigga
Oww
[Curren$y:]
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive
It ain't what you drive it's where you park
It ain't where you park it's where you live
It ain't where you live it's how you die
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, yeah
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive
It ain't what you drive it's where you park
It ain't where you park it's where you live
It ain't where you live it's how you die
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, yeah
[Styles P:]
It's either how you die or who you killed
Where I'm from, niggas tryna move them pills
Niggas push them wheels, one shot pop in the gills
If you rappin' then I hope you get a deal
Nigga, if its where you live, I'm in the Ritz
In a mansion upstate, I'm the shit
If it's where you park, I don't park - valet parks for me
Team full of shooters on the block that'll spark for me
It ain't what you drive I get drove
Nigga I'm worldwide, across the globe
It ain't what you wear if it was, nigga I wear Nike
Polos and Jordans my whole life and ice
If you ask me it's what you smoke
It it ain't strong get another dose
Ghost - so be careful what you rep
Salute to D-Block and the Jets, whattup
[Curren$y:]
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive
It ain't what you drive it's where you park
It ain't where you park it's where you live
It ain't where you live it's how you die
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, yeah
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive
It ain't what you drive it's where you park
It ain't where you park it's where you live
It ain't where you live it's how you die
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, yeah
Bitch Get Up lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Juvenile)
Get up, bitch [15x]
Get up
[Curren$y:]
Back of the spot smoked out, that's how you find me
Weed clouds around me, bad bitch on side'a me
Say she wearing shades so she can watch her nigga shining
Bottom bitch come out on top, cause she really riding
Know them tires sliding
Fastest thing in the parking lot, that's mine Mama
Now gon' get inside it
Wave bye to your partners, windows clearer than Vodka
Only tinted my silver Bentley that came with a driver
Back at the crib, ran through hella bitches in that walk-in shower
Try to be lowkey, but they get smashed too good
They go to talking about it
Her best friend looking for me, when she say me I was hopping
Out of that uh, she ain't know what it was
But I was looking like drugs to her
And the fur laid, paid
Polar bear skin rug love, you tryna' do, say what
Get up, bitch [15x]
Get up
[Juvenile:]
My neck game be moonwalking, wrist game be bus stopping
Earrings be two-stepping, tee game be pussy popping
Smoke good, feel good, walk right, swag up
Money right, stacked up, now what bitch nigga won't act up
I'm thugged out in this bitch, gotta whole club on my wrist
Money, women and fast cars, I love all of that shit
Whatever you heard about a real nigga, I does all of that shit
East, West, South, Mid-West, I got plugs in all of that shit
But Uptowns my stomping, dope game be jumping
And we got whatever you need it, all depends on who want some
Glock next to my johnson, big dog on my function
Ice game like hockey, I'm confident and I'm cocky
I got Benjamins in my pocket, credit cards in my wallet
A bitch on my dick and she bouncing up, hydraulic
Then that ho told me she love me, I told her bitch you lying
You don't like me, it's the money, you say that shit all the time
Get up, bitch [15x]
Get up
Coolie In The Cut lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark)
[Curren$y:]
Uh, I got my California green and my New York bitch
My new car clean, you should see that bitch
Jet Life do they thing, every boss get rich
Bringing ounces, only personals get lit
Been doing this, ever since I touched my first cent
I was hella bent on touching that wealth, bitch
Now I'm toasting to my health, making them niggas sick
By myself, top shelf, where the best sit, uh
Gucci gloves on my fingers
Pointing to the man and I see him in the mirror
High ass, money making, risk taking
Niggas hating, Chevy skating, fresh from the weed nap
Ready for that wake n' bake
[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as fuck
Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough
Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust
Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once
Cause I be
I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as fuck
Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough
Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust
Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once
Cause I be
All I got in this world, is my balls and my word
A few pounds of the herb, four dimes and six birds
In that Zammy I swerve, out in New Orleans I'm boss
My eastside niggas say word, getting it like the first and the third
Now when it come to my pockets, it's a must I see profit
Mingo Barnes I'm the man, smoking grams, counting grands
Nice kicks, I'm the shit, stupid bitch get off of my dick
You niggas nosy like chicks, ear-hustling all in my mix
Catch me riding 'round with my tops down
Smoking on that kill, you know my weed loud
Mingo baby, real nigga, you can't keep down
I'm too high, eyes low, you know I'm cheefed out
I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as fuck
Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough
Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust
Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once
Cause I be
Mary lyrics - Curren$y
First thing when I wake up
I say my prayers then I blaze up
A plate of breakfast that my girl chef'd up
Morning pretty with no makeup, yup
Now that I'm woken, I'm smoking, layered my body in clothing
Chevrolet doors open, Forgiatos rolling
On the interstate like niggas was shooting at your homie
Zooming in and out of lanes, booming a lil UGK
Got both my phones with me, hit me if it's 'bout some cake
Soldier about-face, I'm colder than ice age
I'm polar, I'm frozen, I'm golden, my name say
That I'm all about my money, put some racks up every day
In the studio get Pluto high, we lay tracks every day
Mucho loot though, if you grind for it, mane
Get some shine for ya mane
But that money just ain't gonna wait around for ya, mane
Tell your bitch to roll up something if she ride for ya, mane
Otherwise you gotta kick that ho off side of ya, mane
Tell them niggas that you with ain't no more crying 'bout it, mane
Planning, never taking action, pocket full of lint
Wondering why this shit ain't happen, homie that don't make no sense
Niggas on this side be stacking, every tape a brick
And we treat this shit just like it's trapping
And I'm getting rich, you can tell from the strength
Of the scent, of what I just lit but I would never pass it
First thing when I wake up
I say my prayers, then I blaze up
Get dressed sharp as a razor
And then it's back to getting cake, bruh
Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary
Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary
Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary
Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary
Purple Haze lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Lloyd & Trinidad James)
[Curren$y:]
Before one done, another one rolled up
I don't sip lean, but baby girl pour it up
Baby doll, I met her in H-Town
Counting paper like mine, baby girl a gold mine, fo' sho'
We can take it all over in no time
Bake that cake and go lay up, that's no lie
She like, damn homeboy, you really living out your rhymes
I'm like, yeah, that other shit ain't rap, that's fairy tales
I'm showing my flow, show, sea shells
Drug dealer fortress, got this from legal retail
Sitting on the porch, cone lit, flipping the torch
Seconds later, after that, I'm sitting in the Porsche
With the racing exhaust, I take your bitch away from you
She take some days off, I put them jams on, she take her clothes off
She perform for a Jet, put on for our set, I roll up the next
[Lloyd:]
Purple haze, and codeine
And my baby girl, is all I need
Number nine, I'm on a cloud
And I'm feeling so high, please don't pull me down
[Trinidad James:]
She picked me up and took me on a trip that I've never been
And when she looking up, baby girl, I'm going in
She say, no-oh-oh-oh, boy I know you ain't shit
Your whip is just a slave ship, and I'm not no bitch to play with
You better watch who you dating, cue player
I laughed but I took her very serious
Cause her heart is very cold, and the warmth up in her soul
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
These bitches never change, only their souls
They will leave you in the rain, no raincoat
She said she met Spitta, I guess the plane caught
Hermès sweater, and the weed I bought
Play my heart, lay my heart
Play my heart, I had to let you know
[Lloyd:]
Purple haze, and codeine
And my baby girl, is all I need
Number nine, I'm on a cloud
And I'm feeling so high, please don't pull me down
Oh, kush got me gone
Feeling so high, got me so blown
And the shit that I'm on
Is cloud number nine, but six be my zone
Twenty-one guns
She kissing on my lips, blowing smoke in my lungs
Twenty-one drums
The heat's on my side in case a nigga want some
But I don't wanna fuss or fight
I just wanna chill tonight
On this jet life, life, life
Drop a little pink in my Sprite
Pop another pill and take flight
On this jet life, life, life
Purple haze, and codeine
And my baby girl, is all I need
Number nine, I'm on a cloud
And I'm feeling so high, please don't pull me down
These Bitches lyrics - Curren$y (feat. French Montana)
[French Montana:]
On it, your bitch calling
Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawwwg
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
Bitch could suck it off with no hands
She want me spend this cash, I won't
I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone
Too much going to think about
I just need some good head, baby think it out
I slam doors on your favorite whores
Niggas lost and won, some niggas won and lost
Can't run, nigga pray
Toast up for my niggas, make a milli' off a yay
Them nightmares come true fast
Shining on your T.V. nigga, newsflash
School of hard knock, pocket all knots
In that small box, making young niggas roll fast
Montana, fast money witcha' slow ass
You fuck niggas stinking with your old ass
What's in my pocket is your Whole stash
I'm riding slow, these niggas talking fast
Rolling
Nigga popped a pill and I'm rolling
On it, your bitch calling
Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawwwg
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
Bitch could suck it off with no hands
She want me spend this cash, I won't
I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone
[Curren$y:]
Six hundred a bottle, bring ten
No sparklers, too much attention, drawing stalkers
Bitches be fishing for ballers
I'm bossing, New Orleans, Ferraris, Bentleys
To Monte Carlos, El Caminos, Impalas
Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning
Penthouse, hotel room cards
Big dog, underground rap star, I can't lay down too long baby
Plus I know your man's at home going crazy
And in my world you know the game ain't waiting
For no nigga putting pussy before papers
So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up
I hate to be the reason you and old boy breakup
I wake up, bake up
Night time, smoke the stage up
Counting cake up
Good time all mine
Montana, Andretti coke wave
Jet Life
[French Montana:]
On it, your bitch calling
Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawwwg
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
Bitch could suck it off with no hands
She want me spend this cash, I won't
I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone
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