Fully Loaded lyrics - Curren$y
I been smoking up, fully loaded
Ohhh-Ohhh yea
I been smoking up, fully loaded
From the Bentley to the booth, now I'm back again
Because this shit take ends, I'm try'na win
Losers is them, we ranked top ten that
Any event championship air bagging, the E-class station wagon
VIP the homie threw me down, BVS 17's
I'm lookin' clean, coming down fucking them up
Spinning they heads round, yea bruh that's us
Loaded (Loaded)
I've been drinking (I've been drinking)
I've been smoking
I'm fully loaded (Loaded)
Loaded (Loaded)
I've been drinking (I've been drinking)
I've been smoking
I'm fully loaded (Loaded)
Loaded (Loaded)
I've been drinking (I've been drinking)
I've been smoking
I'm fully loaded (Loaded)
Bottom bread, fuck what they said
Thin crust, extra cheese, papered up
My bottom bitch learning to water ski, so raise a glass for her
Cheers to the self made, self paid
Haters ain't shit, family's everything
Everybody's rich no weak link
Weigh my chain on the dope scale
In the wind like boat sails
Mermaids learn by the smoke smell
Loaded (Loaded)
We over here girl
Loaded (Loaded)
I've been drinking (I've been drinking)
I've been smoking
I'm fully loaded (Loaded)
Uh, ideas in the ashtray
Could've been the next big thing if developed halfway
But in the streets living savagely, got caught up sadly
Coughin' it up, bleeding badly, we lost 'em bruh
All I could do is dedicate my next player move to you
So just know who was fo' when I slide through
Frame on the [?] oldest, cruise life I choose
I'm on, I'm on more than Sport Center
I'm on like porch lights, Daddy home bitches
Loaded (Loaded)
I've been drinking (I've been drinking)
I've been smoking
I'm fully loaded (Loaded)
Cars lyrics - Curren$y
Another saturday, sun goin down
Still bright enough for you to wipe your car off though
Find the car keys
On the low like a ground effects kit
20/20 for chronic in this bitch
Took my drivers seat out, put a throne in my shit
We street kings, concrete castles, penthouses is lavish
It was established I could have it when I met her, but
I ain't even gon' fuck
Just gon' bend a corners on a couple my homies
See what the gas man got for me
Light one at the light, as I got on the highway
Passenger occupied by pretty eyes half open
Cause she been smokin'
That girl so high, that girl on fire for a rider
Now she right on side one
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
S10 blazers, dancing beds
I used to draw em on my looseleaf papers
Now the proof is on the pavement
We made it we major
We turned people who used to be cool with us into haters
So? can't be scared to grow, they want you afraid to shine
Cause they too pussy to try
I'm paid cause, I said do when you said die
I laid down log, paid dues, bend rules, never lie
Tony made what he could on the side
Never turned on you frank
Just tried to add a couple zeros to the bank
But you know how that went
Ambition to get tigers at the crib and all types of crazy shit
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Cars with the boomin' system
Do It For A G lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Yo Gotti)
[Curren$y:]
You shoulda seen how I pulled up (pulled up)
Your girl got an instagram clip
15 seconds ain't enough
We talkin' bout a mothafuckin' feature film
And I heard you was mad at us
Well, wait until you get a load of this
Rally stripes center one
Scratched off like a lottery ticket
Yeah me and your bitch
Marijuana and liquor
Her favorite
Mama got good sense but her head game crazy
She on the bed like a stripper stage goin' in
She bust it open like a SLS Mercedes
Do it for a G
Do it for a G
Do it for a G
All I wanna be, is all that I could be
All that I could be, that's why they fuck with me
[Yo Gotti:]
Do it for a 'G' or B-A-N-D-Z
Got an AK watchin' out for the FBI
Try'na be F-R-E-E
Do it for the OG niggas in the cutlasses
Old school Chevy and the hustlin'
AR-15, [?], SK bustin' it... Blaat!
Got them hoes on deck, Got them hoes on deck
Got the Benz and Porsche got the white Rolls Royce
And the doors on that, Go!
Opposite, I'm the opposite
I'm type of G nigga, ain't no stoppin' it
Do it for a G
Do it for a G
Do it for a G
All I wanna be, is all that I could be
All that I could be, that's why they fuck with me
[Curren$y:]
Comin' down, papered up
They make em way for us, they know we holdin' now
I made a plan to be the man
Go and get it that money ain't gon' wait around
Comin' down, papered up
They make em way for us, they know we holdin' now
I made a plan to be the man
Real money only bosses in my circle when you look around
Do it for a G
Do it for a G
Do it for a G
All I wanna be, is all that I could be
All that I could be, that's why they fuck with me
Rhymes Like Weight lyrics - Curren$y
Ladida-da-da
Push Rhymes like Weight
Push Rhymes like Weight
Push Rhymes like Weight
Uh, Smoke one for the mule they arrested her
But they didn't search the Celica
Unpaid traffic tickets, bitch slipin'
Almost got popped with the audio dope shipment
Off the radar really but I'm still living
Stash it, Spin it, Candy paint it
Brush aluminium rimmin', sport center game givin'
Court Vision, I can lend it if you got enough money to rent it
Prize fighter, Sugar Ray Leonard
I knew it was my night before the sun went down my nigga
Not a sound, we in here
Haters found dismembered in a cloud of killah
Sticky weed, blood on the leaves, provoke me
I wrote these in the back of that ghostly
And them haters throwin' shade like Oakley's
I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight nigga
I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight nigga
Spaceship sedans on airbags, Slammed at the airport when I land
Things you get when they say you the man
With a wave of a hand find yourself in quick sand
Now I'm on whole 'nother, pour me a double
Grand Marnier, write away the troubles
Reminiscent the days I struggled, wondered
If I... Ever get up from under
I hustled, loved it, now I'm stuntin' on those
Who said that I'll never be nothin'
Now they see me comin', miles away from 'em
Shine from above 'em, enlightened 'em
You can say I sonned them, Stunned 'em
Run up and then we out gunned 'em
Fire power, smokin' flowers
Time is money, Rolex diamonds on my hours
Looking for another check we can devour
I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight nigga
I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight nigga
100 Spokes lyrics - Curren$y
("Even More Saturday Night Car Tunes" Version)
100 spokes and new clothes
100 spokes and new clothes
100 spokes and new clothes
Cut a moon roof in the '72
That's what the paper tell me do
Spaceship came through, slayed you
Thinkin' that the game new, fool who raised you?
I ain't got time to save you
Paydays I'm on the way to
State to state, many a stage and venue
The stoned saga continues
I'm fin to, collect more residuals
Off digitals and physical
Record in the fortress stable of Ferrari horses
Paved the driveway parked exotics on it
Looking at 'em just make me want more shit
I'm addicted to this hustle I'm so sick
Tug of war with my girl cause I can't split into two people
Wanna work just as bad as I wanna be with you
Sitting in my homeboys Regal, higher than a eagle
Thinking of a loophole to squeeze through
Leave to that paper that's church, cathedral
Take my Kangol off before I enter the bistro
Crooks gotta eat too, in a castle with platters of seafood
Lavish extravagance wishing it could be you
See you when I see you
And when I do don't be looking all evil and deceitful
100 spokes and new clothes
100 spokes and new clothes
100 spokes and new clothes
100 spokes and new clothes
100 spokes and new clothes
Boat launch in the backyard
Warehouse garage, full of sports cars
Should inspire you to go for it
I did this you could do so much more
What you waiting on, we got planes to board
High before takin' off, pulling up in racers at the Bape store
Bout paper, my bank chase but baby girl I won't chase ya
I've got aim and a laser, red beam on a stack of green
Contact me if it's a major caper
A dollar and a dream
We can pull it off while them mufuckas sleep like they always be
Look to the set if you're looking for the best
No rest until I see all my dogs eat
Quest for greatness, hella early in the latest
You ain't even know they made this shit
Nigga
100 spokes and new clothes
100 spokes and new clothes
100 spokes and new clothes
100 spokes and new clothes
100 spokes and new clothes
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
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
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