Curren$y Lyrics

Saturday Night Car Tunes (2014)

Intro lyrics - Curren$y

Not too much to what you can't drive

Yeah

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

Da, da-da-da-da

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

You can thank Cardo for this one

Yeah

You can thank the weather for this one

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

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

It would be disrespectful

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

Saturday night car tunes

This'll get you to the club tonight

This'll get you through your smoke session tonight

This'll get you home tonight

Yeah

This'll get you over to her house tonight

Baby girl, this'll get you to work tonight

This'll get you home tonight

Yeah, da-da-da-da

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

We won't waste it

You'll hear this beat again, trust me

Saturday night car tunes

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

Shit, that's fittin' end it all

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

[Curren$y:]

Let's all be millionaires

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

I'm still at it, they still mad

Her friends hated, but I still smashed

She went braggin' how much fun she had

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

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

Learn to correctly say the name of where I really am

Buyin' antiques, foreign lamps

Passport, stamps on every page

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

New Benjamins, Raw wraps, cones to the dome

Lone Ranger park the Range on the range

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

Rap like keys, open vaults to the racks

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

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

Let's all be millionaires

I heard they got a whole lot of shit in there

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

[Birdman:]

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

We move blocks on one block

I told my nigga we close shop

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

Nigga wanna play games, nigga

We size 'em up when we come through

Them thangs came, we did that

They say, we did that

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

Uptown my block, nigga

We came through, straight stock, nigga

People came, we popped, nigga

Ain't nothin' came from gettin' money

We did that

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

Top floor, we grind, nigga

When I stunt, nigga, we shine, nigga

It's big money all the time, nigga

It's my life, big time, nigga

New whips, new bitches, nigga

Got that forty with the clip, nigga

Mill on my mind, nigga

Fuck 'em nigga headline, nigga

[Curren$y:]

Let's all be millionaires

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

[Gunplay:]

I can take nothin', turn it to stuntin'

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

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

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

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

Turned one crack rock into a neck full of gems

Had no choices or options, forced to be great

When you walk amongst bosses, hope you relate

Grew up poorer than most, nigga had no bread

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

Had to get it, by any means, necessary

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

Boxed in these projects, never felt my palm itch

Niggas lifes cut short by these long clips

How I made it out, still a mystery

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

[Curren$y:]

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

House Shoes lyrics - Curren$y

Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes

Right in front yo' bitch

Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes

And she think I'm the shit

Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes

Right in front yo'

Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes

And she think I'm the

The boy so clean he sweat Febreze

Killa whip turn strips to murder scenes

Niggas is sick kick game quarantine

Coke flow ink pen Medellin

I was sixteen with a dream to come up big

Keeping it 100 and I've done it

It's the king of the underground summer

New Orleans where I come from

Smoking one while rolling from the onion

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

Running, stumbling over one another

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

I keep it funky

Good money all the way

A1 How I'm stuntin'

Make way for them cascade rings

As I swang lane to lane

Nardi wood grain

What you know about thangs

Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes

Right in front yo' bitch

Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes

La la da la la

Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes

Right in front yo' bitch

Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes

And she think I'm the shit

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

But them bitches ain't judging still trying to play

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

Chef it, have it ready when I step in

Jet shit you could learn your lesson

Getting ahead of yourself skipping levels

Tried to tell'em 'fore they fell in

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

La la da la la

Nights Like This lyrics - Curren$y

Nights like This I Wish

To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch

In the city burning killer with a bitch

Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit

[Curren$y:]

I'm

Creeping up on ya' bending corners

That reefer aroma, strong as ammonia

But we keep it on us

Niggas is no longer important

You had your moment

But we still smoking

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

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

Now witness the coldest

Now I'm rolling my own shit

Ownership, owning this, owning that

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

Identified by what you drive

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

And sharp muhfuking teeth it will eat your ass alive

Living dangerously high this hustle is a drug

This game is a bitch the only one I love

[Rich Boy:]

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

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

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

My pockets got an appetite that make the pussy pop tonight

Loud pack bought a pound at the Jet Lounge

Hater running all about my trunk shaking the whole ground

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

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

Big wheels, deep dish, painted with the chrome lip

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

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

She took it all off, everything except them heels

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

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

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

454's, Superchargers with rubber spinning

Pimp tight, dirty Sprite, LED headlights

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

Burning paper, back to back, on that foreign smoke

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

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

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

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

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

Nights like This I Wish

To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch

In the city burning killer with a bitch

Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit

[Tiny C:]

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

I made it past 25 so I'm a OG

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

Ridin' brand new seats still covered in plastic

Rims with the beat I call that a Mix and Master

Closer too my dreams when they come to getting Gwopale

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

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

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

New or old school it

The homies in the hood say I be fooling

Three eighty three stroker on gangsters I be moving

Posi-Pazzi in the rear equipped with the dual exhaust

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

Cause where I come from its Survival of the Fittest

Long Beach, East Side all I move with is Hittas

Nights like This I Wish

To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch

In the city burning killer with a bitch

Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit

Just Might Be lyrics - Curren$y

Just might be

Just might be, just might be

Just might be Pilot Talk 3

Nigga

Niggas thought I was sleep

Cause of how far I laid back my seat

But I could see through rain, snow, and sleet

The sunshine, it's son time

Music industry lunchline

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

Full tray, extra jello, vintage mistress

French vanilla, Ferrari Maranello

This just might be

This just might be Pilot Talk 3

Low mileage, high driving

Know they waiting for a drug lord to hop out it

Waiting for the moment we can stop browsing, start clowning

Cop it all, tear the walls out it

Fucking shawty got it

Correct amount of dollars I be all about it

Professional cheffer, audio narcotics

Guarantee the quality of all my products

Astrology, see all the stars around us

This just might be

This just might be Pilot Talk 3

Back over the stove cause they want some mo'

Sleeping outside for it like they waiting on Jordans

I can't afford to not record

Bring it on tour, perform that shit through a cordless

Landscapers on my property well paid

Pulling off the compound in droptop Porsches

Remembering haircuts on front porches

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

This just might be

This just might be Pilot Talk 3

Music N History lyrics - Curren$y

Real estate skating on Daytons, glasshouse

Church like the congregation

Smoke one for the paper chasers, run it down

Count it up, everybody get a cut

Organized rhyme syndicate, shipping it 'cross seas

Boss keys start boss cars

Sedan like Star Wars

Low riders with the color bars, garage priceless

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

This joint I lit'll cost you a hundred dollars

We roll 'em up back to back, no problem

Hella options, haters watching

Plotting on the riches but the snipers caught 'em

At the fences, smoking killer in the trenches

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

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

Shit wicked, deserve a documentary

How we made money, made music, made history

Shit wicked, deserve a documentary

How we made money, made music, made history

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

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Aye aye aye aye

We cop from the weed spot

We don't duck when we see cops

We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out

No time for the stress, I just keep on going

We cop from the weed spot

We don't duck when we see cops

We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out

No time for the stress, I just keep going

[Curren$y:]

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

Less it was paying us, nigga

Back when we was in the cut

And not everybody was fuckin' with us

Knew we'd do it just how we did it

Split the pie right down the middle

Smokin' at the pound got that killa continuous

The grind we on strenuous

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

Reminiscent of that Southernplayalistic disc

The Cadillacs of raps, the Vogue tires of rhymers

Classic smooth like Joe Dumars, Isiah Thomas, watch us

We cop from the weed spot

We don't duck when we see cops

We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out

No time for the stress, I just keep on going

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, either you in or you in

My niggas destined to win, be there beginning to end

Getting money with my genuine friends

This shit get strenuous

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

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

How to get yo money, how to live right

How to treat yo hoes, how to spend ya time

And how to catch a plane, nigga, how fly

I got it tattooed in my skin

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

You cop the zip, I'm a roll

Nigga, we gon' split the whole zone

And take some bitches to the honeycomb aye!

Ha ha ha

We cop from the weed spot

We don't duck when we see cops

We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out

No time for the stress, I just keep on going

Introduction lyrics - Curren$y

[Drive-In:]

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

Superpotent smoker, Francis Ford Coppola

Godfather Four, Impala on the floor

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

To check on his homie and roll up something funky

When he landed, I had a passenger

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

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

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

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

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

Want to know when I'm due back

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

Adjust the lighting, your boy in here writing

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

Enlightenment, what I'm saying

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

Twenty-two-inch blades in every available upgrade

Come at me and be upstaged

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

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

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

Your engineer should've told you that from jump

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

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

[The Godfather 2:]

[Tom:] Mike, that's impossible

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

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

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

[Drive-In:]

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

[The Godfather 1:]

[Don Corleone:] Your business is a little dangerous

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

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

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

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

[Curren$y:]

(Fatality, fatality)

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

Ceiling solid gold, Italian marble floors

Godfather 4, Godfather 4

The topic major dough behind closed doors

Suckas will never know, Godfather 4

[Action Bronson:]

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

A rack of minks, pure gold Iraqi links

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

Soccer cleats, elevated visions from the chopper seat

Rims spin just like spaghetti on the pasta fork

Billy Crystal kissed my cheek before the Oscars

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

Then I hopped a flight to Denver, later that night

They taking pictures from the van outside the carnival

See me doing business with the manager of Arsenal

The goalie's fingers in the box with the cannolis

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

Pictures with the jockey in the winner's circle

Triple crown on, all brown on

Suddenly my frown's gone, Dog Pound Don

Quarter-pounder with no sound on, cleaner than Calgon

Ah man, Godfather 4, Godfather 4

Johnny gotta go, Johnny gotta go

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

Cause Johnny gotta go, it's Godfather 4

Stove Top lyrics - Curren$y

Uh, tryna get this loot any way true

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

iTunes and avenues, we move weight

Each one in my crew get a full plate

Not one excused 'til we all ate

Unified, stupid high nigga way paid

Crime did just what they said it would

Some niggas living good

Some is gone away for good

Some stuck in the hood

Addicted to it

What he should have sold, lost his soul

Though his body still living, look in his eyes

The fire ain't in them

He used to be driven

Now that's cold

Cold-blooded as my angel wings flooded

Rose gold, star-studded

The bar covered, so let it pour

Until it bubble on the floor

Baby love peeling out her clothes

Eyes rolled, orgasm, dancing while these horns blow

I'm just thing on my next score

Which color we should paint the sixty-four

Tryna wrap my hands 'round the globe

Like a motherfucking chokehold, ho

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

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

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

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

[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

Curren$y Lyrics

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Saturday Night Car Tunes (2014)

Intro lyrics - Curren$y

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

House Shoes lyrics - Curren$y

Nights Like This lyrics - Curren$y

Just Might Be lyrics - Curren$y

Music N History lyrics - Curren$y

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

The Drive In Theatre (2014)

Introduction lyrics - Curren$y

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

Stove Top lyrics - Curren$y

Vintage Vineyard lyrics - Curren$y

Stolen lyrics - Curren$y

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

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

Grew Up In This lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Young Roddy)

M.P.R. lyrics - Curren$y

10 G's lyrics - Curren$y

El Camino lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mary Gold)

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