[Chorus x2:]
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
That's why my heart on froze
My heart on froze
My heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold
[Riff Raff:]
Yeah, uh
Mind incoherent
Taint the days from the bad experience
I don't hit the line I pass the interior
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 chef
Cheddar melt, fast forward silk chain made from Tinkerbell
Luxury coated, due to a couple pairs dancing
Marinara on the seat belts, Versace fence
I'm Michael Phelps with the gold medallions
I pulled a couple stallions, my rims rattle
I ball like Ralph Samson, Riff!
[Chorus x2]
[Curren$y:]
Undefeated like my sweats, untouchable rep
Underated overhated, fuck em I'm a jet
Life on the set nigga, live and direct
Like an intercept, halt your progress
I don't celebrate that touchdown, yet
You soft as a night gown clown, I see that right now
I'm cold I'm froze like you should have wrapped them pipes
I'm cold I'm froze like put some coats on them children
'Fore you let them outside
Getting strong of that green spinach bitch, Popeye
Pot got me lazy in my long sleeve tie dye
Whippin' a Mercedes AMG 96 2 door 600
Alloy wheels on it, introduce me to your best bitch homie
Eyes can't hide her desire, she on me
Heart on fire for Mr. Frosty, I'm cold
The World Is Yours lyrics - Curren$y
Where haven’t we been yet
I'm burnin zig zags watchin scarface til I'm charged to write
in my book of rhymes bout my ridgemont high, fast times
livin in the society of the fly, in gated communities where we now reside, and reminisce on the times when we stood knee high and the innocence was still in our eyes. Murders wasn’t witnessed yet no scandalous bitches yet niggas wasn’t servin life sentences in prison yet we was barely writin in complete sentences yet it wasn’t all about the benjamins yet fast forward years later funerals and graduations subtract a couple of close friends from my equation now the only thing I got left is the planes man its gulf strings spitta I reps the planes man and all the world class bitches love the planes man but all the jive ass niggas hate the planes man. Fuck em
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don’t owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
To calliope dope god bless ya life and to the fallen soulja slim god bless ya life and to my homie saint Bernard ace, my heart goes out to ya mom that’s why I try to call her every mothers day. Shit crazy round my way believe it new Orleans a different club get shot up every weekend and then come the police men wanna know if somebody seen it. New Orleans crime lab red and blue lights flash say a prayer for the lost life as I ride pass but life goes on take a snap from the bong smoke until we put another hole in the ozone could ya pass me a lighter set the kush on fire as I get higher the world seems nicer envisioning a scarface mansion with the tiger. Life is a bitch that’s true but sad but you could fuck a freak good if you gotchu some cash now I know why tony wanted it that bad yeeeaaauh
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don’t owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
Where haven’t we been yet
Fs jets
Welcome to tha winner circle nigga
It’s the crescent city bandit hold myself down single handed when times get hard ya fare weathered friends panic BORN ALONE DIE ALONE NO OTHER NIGGAS PUT ME ON I DID THIS ON MY OWN WHAT DIDN’T KILL ME ONLY MADE ME STRONG critics stop lookin at spitta through hate goggles cuz what you ignoring is the flow that could save tomorrow I just live what I spit ride nice stay dipped picturing me with wack sneaks to make my heartbeat skip and I'm amped up tryna get my grands up and avoid the handcuffs caprice classic play the rear cabin like a phantom I keep it fly airplane style check the crooked tooth smile plus my wardrobe wild club round manchild usin dollars to light my stove ride tha black in tha drop sans top to face the sunrays plus tha problems of the world today
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don’t owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
I'm burnin zig zags watchin scarface til I'm charged to write
in my book of rhymes bout my ridgemont high, fast times
livin in the society of the fly, in gated communities where we now reside, and reminisce on the times when we stood knee high and the innocence was still in our eyes. Murders wasn’t witnessed yet no scandalous bitches yet niggas wasn’t servin life sentences in prison yet we was barely writin in complete sentences yet it wasn’t all about the benjamins yet fast forward years later funerals and graduations subtract a couple of close friends from my equation now the only thing I got left is the planes man its gulf strings spitta I reps the planes man and all the world class bitches love the planes man but all the jive ass niggas hate the planes man. Fuck em
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don’t owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
To calliope dope god bless ya life and to the fallen soulja slim god bless ya life and to my homie saint Bernard ace, my heart goes out to ya mom that’s why I try to call her every mothers day. Shit crazy round my way believe it new Orleans a different club get shot up every weekend and then come the police men wanna know if somebody seen it. New Orleans crime lab red and blue lights flash say a prayer for the lost life as I ride pass but life goes on take a snap from the bong smoke until we put another hole in the ozone could ya pass me a lighter set the kush on fire as I get higher the world seems nicer envisioning a scarface mansion with the tiger. Life is a bitch that’s true but sad but you could fuck a freak good if you gotchu some cash now I know why tony wanted it that bad yeeeaaauh
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don’t owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
Where haven’t we been yet
Fs jets
Welcome to tha winner circle nigga
It’s the crescent city bandit hold myself down single handed when times get hard ya fare weathered friends panic BORN ALONE DIE ALONE NO OTHER NIGGAS PUT ME ON I DID THIS ON MY OWN WHAT DIDN’T KILL ME ONLY MADE ME STRONG critics stop lookin at spitta through hate goggles cuz what you ignoring is the flow that could save tomorrow I just live what I spit ride nice stay dipped picturing me with wack sneaks to make my heartbeat skip and I'm amped up tryna get my grands up and avoid the handcuffs caprice classic play the rear cabin like a phantom I keep it fly airplane style check the crooked tooth smile plus my wardrobe wild club round manchild usin dollars to light my stove ride tha black in tha drop sans top to face the sunrays plus tha problems of the world today
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don’t owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
mixtape: "Higher Than 30,000 Feet" (2008)
- Factor lyrics - Curren$y
- Chronic Smoke lyrics - Curren$y
- Feelin' It 2008 lyrics - Curren$y
- Pay Me Know lyrics - Curren$y
- They Shook lyrics - Curren$y
Factor lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
Yeah
Get up in the morning, slip kicks on
Hop up in the whip and drop last nights bitch off
Hot spitta, nigga I return it like a kick-off
Right back to you fool, I never stick with broads
Beep the horn two times, then dip off
I'm heading by Melissa's
Said she got the hook up on some Wal-Mart gift cards
Another day in the life of Spitta, happy to share it with ya
My life is an unequaled experience to the listner
Society of flyness, only a few may enter
You are not a member, if you were I would remember
When I met you, I am not impressed so son you got me twisted
Two strikes, already swung for some bum pitches
Next time I'm a send it for the fences
Music on mute, I'm just riding to my engine
Got my business on my mind, mind on my business (and autmobiles)
[Hook:]
No tint when I ride, I wan' be seen bitch
And I ain't got nothing to hide, my interior clean
You know I'm a factor [x4]
If you in the club, and you looking for me
I'm with the players blowing weed
Right in front of the security
They know I'm a factor
They know we a factor
We know we a factor [x2]
[Verse 2:]
Club night, xenon headlights
Z06 'vette, I'm getting bread right?
Shorty on the monthly, I call it the red light
But I just be like, "I can still get some head right?"
I cop two V.I.P sections
Rearrange the velvet rope, put them bitches together
Got a swag and a flow, I'm so together
Got your girl and you swore ya'll were so together
Wear what I want, fuck what you say go together
No stylist can ever take credit for dressin'
Curren$y the Hot Spitta niggas spittin' Wessons
Stay high so the game don't have me stressin'
My city show me love when I roll through sections
I feed off that, and I keep on reppin'
That's the energy I need for me to keep on steppin'
Till I get to the top, cause that's where I'm headin'
[Hook]
Yeah
Get up in the morning, slip kicks on
Hop up in the whip and drop last nights bitch off
Hot spitta, nigga I return it like a kick-off
Right back to you fool, I never stick with broads
Beep the horn two times, then dip off
I'm heading by Melissa's
Said she got the hook up on some Wal-Mart gift cards
Another day in the life of Spitta, happy to share it with ya
My life is an unequaled experience to the listner
Society of flyness, only a few may enter
You are not a member, if you were I would remember
When I met you, I am not impressed so son you got me twisted
Two strikes, already swung for some bum pitches
Next time I'm a send it for the fences
Music on mute, I'm just riding to my engine
Got my business on my mind, mind on my business (and autmobiles)
[Hook:]
No tint when I ride, I wan' be seen bitch
And I ain't got nothing to hide, my interior clean
You know I'm a factor [x4]
If you in the club, and you looking for me
I'm with the players blowing weed
Right in front of the security
They know I'm a factor
They know we a factor
We know we a factor [x2]
[Verse 2:]
Club night, xenon headlights
Z06 'vette, I'm getting bread right?
Shorty on the monthly, I call it the red light
But I just be like, "I can still get some head right?"
I cop two V.I.P sections
Rearrange the velvet rope, put them bitches together
Got a swag and a flow, I'm so together
Got your girl and you swore ya'll were so together
Wear what I want, fuck what you say go together
No stylist can ever take credit for dressin'
Curren$y the Hot Spitta niggas spittin' Wessons
Stay high so the game don't have me stressin'
My city show me love when I roll through sections
I feed off that, and I keep on reppin'
That's the energy I need for me to keep on steppin'
Till I get to the top, cause that's where I'm headin'
[Hook]
Chronic Smoke lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
A G proceeds to smoke weed
Never have a want, nigga never have a need
Saw my low rider on the Kush D-V-D
Bouncing in the driveway, yeah nigga that was me
I was California cruising in New Orleans deep
Bumping D.P.G, turning corners on 3's
Nigga please, you fucking with me?
Clay Davis style, nigga sheeeiiit
M3's got nothing on me
Checkerboard Louie's with the lime green strings
LV pouch full of kush OG
Ball so hard in these N.O. streets
Chris Paul gonna' vote me as the MVP
Give a motherfuck about this industry
And their politics, just recorded a lot of shit
That'll break the world off proper shit
Dropped independents then niggas said, "okay"
I guess this nigga Spitta got something to say
Some niggas hating be like, "he ain't straight"
But they know I got the flow of a motherfuckin' great
These niggas so motherfucking fake
If you see a hater blow some smoke in their face
Tell them bitch niggas raise up
Fly niggas light your J's up
[Hook:]
I'm living like a baller, whoa
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke
I'm living like a baller loc
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke
[Verse 2:]
Homie I'm just loc'in, got that low low on them dayton
Spokes, and tryin' to keep it in focus
Cause I don't want ya'll to notice
That I'm loaded, I been smoking
I am twisted, and I wish that I didn't drive
Got to give the keys to tweet, play the passenger seat
On the cellphone to see if your girl home
It went to the voicemail and a nigga didn't leave no message
A live bitch will respect it
She called right back and gave me directions
Now she in the Chevy and the bitch half naked
Blowing on a zip of that best shit
Prolly fuck around and ride all the way to Texas
Life in the fast lane, spent half my life on an airplane
But I wouldn't let a motherfucking thing change
[Hook]
A G proceeds to smoke weed
Never have a want, nigga never have a need
Saw my low rider on the Kush D-V-D
Bouncing in the driveway, yeah nigga that was me
I was California cruising in New Orleans deep
Bumping D.P.G, turning corners on 3's
Nigga please, you fucking with me?
Clay Davis style, nigga sheeeiiit
M3's got nothing on me
Checkerboard Louie's with the lime green strings
LV pouch full of kush OG
Ball so hard in these N.O. streets
Chris Paul gonna' vote me as the MVP
Give a motherfuck about this industry
And their politics, just recorded a lot of shit
That'll break the world off proper shit
Dropped independents then niggas said, "okay"
I guess this nigga Spitta got something to say
Some niggas hating be like, "he ain't straight"
But they know I got the flow of a motherfuckin' great
These niggas so motherfucking fake
If you see a hater blow some smoke in their face
Tell them bitch niggas raise up
Fly niggas light your J's up
[Hook:]
I'm living like a baller, whoa
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke
I'm living like a baller loc
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke
[Verse 2:]
Homie I'm just loc'in, got that low low on them dayton
Spokes, and tryin' to keep it in focus
Cause I don't want ya'll to notice
That I'm loaded, I been smoking
I am twisted, and I wish that I didn't drive
Got to give the keys to tweet, play the passenger seat
On the cellphone to see if your girl home
It went to the voicemail and a nigga didn't leave no message
A live bitch will respect it
She called right back and gave me directions
Now she in the Chevy and the bitch half naked
Blowing on a zip of that best shit
Prolly fuck around and ride all the way to Texas
Life in the fast lane, spent half my life on an airplane
But I wouldn't let a motherfucking thing change
[Hook]
Feelin' It 2008 lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook:]
I'm feelin it, fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin it, feel the Lex' pushin up on the set
I'm feelin it, feel the high that you get from the la
Feelin it if you feel it raise your L in the sky
[Verse 1:]
I keep it realer then most, and niggas feelin this
Streets talkin in the N.O., and I'm hearin this
Spitta got a hell of a flow, I been sayin this
The car right next to you probably playin this
I love my city, I will always stay in it
It's so true...
Hurricane came through, but I did not move
Anybody know me will tell you that I'm a cool dude
Half time you won't even know I'm in the room
But every now in then I get bent and act a fool
Hit my backyard and show my girl how to shoot the tool
Might watch ray ray skate the pool
If I can get a flight to LA this afternoon
If not I'm at humidity boardshop
Chillin with my homeboy Philly
A lil boutique shop in that traffic
And blow 6 grand on Crooks & Castles
Fuck it I'm...
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Respect the way I took a pause before I spit the rap
This beat is classic so I feel like it deserve that
People who live above the clouds love the way I rap
Life at 30, 000 feet was full of old tracks
Back from when music was music, newer shit is wack
Don't trip real niggas I'm bringin it back
Can't call it gangsta, can't call it back pack
But I bet ya (I'm feelin it)
To all my girls who clean my house and organize my kicks
Good lookin out, you got my crib all nice and shit
While I'm listenin to beats just writin shit
Hittin niggas in the head with the flyest shit
Airplanes in the house girls like my shit
I'm the type to meet a model, one night that bitch
One time no comin back twice and shit
Unless I'm feelin it...
[Hook]
I'm feelin it, fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin it, feel the Lex' pushin up on the set
I'm feelin it, feel the high that you get from the la
Feelin it if you feel it raise your L in the sky
[Verse 1:]
I keep it realer then most, and niggas feelin this
Streets talkin in the N.O., and I'm hearin this
Spitta got a hell of a flow, I been sayin this
The car right next to you probably playin this
I love my city, I will always stay in it
It's so true...
Hurricane came through, but I did not move
Anybody know me will tell you that I'm a cool dude
Half time you won't even know I'm in the room
But every now in then I get bent and act a fool
Hit my backyard and show my girl how to shoot the tool
Might watch ray ray skate the pool
If I can get a flight to LA this afternoon
If not I'm at humidity boardshop
Chillin with my homeboy Philly
A lil boutique shop in that traffic
And blow 6 grand on Crooks & Castles
Fuck it I'm...
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Respect the way I took a pause before I spit the rap
This beat is classic so I feel like it deserve that
People who live above the clouds love the way I rap
Life at 30, 000 feet was full of old tracks
Back from when music was music, newer shit is wack
Don't trip real niggas I'm bringin it back
Can't call it gangsta, can't call it back pack
But I bet ya (I'm feelin it)
To all my girls who clean my house and organize my kicks
Good lookin out, you got my crib all nice and shit
While I'm listenin to beats just writin shit
Hittin niggas in the head with the flyest shit
Airplanes in the house girls like my shit
I'm the type to meet a model, one night that bitch
One time no comin back twice and shit
Unless I'm feelin it...
[Hook]
Pay Me Know lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook:]
You can pay me now (F.S. Jets)
You can pay me now (cut the fuckin' check)
You can pay me now (F.S. Jets)
You can pay me now (Where haven't we been yet)
You can pay me now (you can pay me now) [x4]
[Verse 1:]
You want to hate me, then hate me, what can I do
But keep gettin' money and make sure I shit on you
Come through, in the El-Ca-Mino, 502 rumblin'
Nigga I've got a need for speed, away from these fleas
Bitch ass-ness is a disease and you need a vaccine
Come through the club, slide through the scene
Take all the bitches, fuck up your night like a bad dream
Yeah, F.S. Jet set, fast cars, good weed, hot sex
Bad bitches stay comin' through the set
Tryin' to get under them wings
Cause the planes got the best of everything
Bring out the buckets of champagne
The family close-knit, that's how we maintain
Keep it real with my niggas who been with me through the struggle
Cause fuckin' with new niggas will fuck up your hustle
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Sooner or later we'll all see who the profit is
Cut the debatin', the labels know who the hottest is
That's why my phone ringin' off the hook
They making offers, I got a few that could be a good look
Wrigglin' free from the red tape could a couple minutes
But I'm pretty sure a couple mill will help me deal with it
Throw a party in the buildin' with chandeliers in it
Write my album at a summer home I own in Martha's Vineyard
I'm thinkin' on a level other niggas ain't thinkin'
I'm Carnival cruisin' homie, your battleship sinkin'
The life ya'll can't see if your drownin' in the deep end
Hip-Hop ain't dead, she just play sleepin'
Till you pussy niggas slip and let a real nigga sneak in
Another offer comin' got my telephone ringin'
Another flight booked, I gotta' take another meetin'
I tell them save their breath and let their money do the speakin'
[Hook]
You can pay me now (F.S. Jets)
You can pay me now (cut the fuckin' check)
You can pay me now (F.S. Jets)
You can pay me now (Where haven't we been yet)
You can pay me now (you can pay me now) [x4]
[Verse 1:]
You want to hate me, then hate me, what can I do
But keep gettin' money and make sure I shit on you
Come through, in the El-Ca-Mino, 502 rumblin'
Nigga I've got a need for speed, away from these fleas
Bitch ass-ness is a disease and you need a vaccine
Come through the club, slide through the scene
Take all the bitches, fuck up your night like a bad dream
Yeah, F.S. Jet set, fast cars, good weed, hot sex
Bad bitches stay comin' through the set
Tryin' to get under them wings
Cause the planes got the best of everything
Bring out the buckets of champagne
The family close-knit, that's how we maintain
Keep it real with my niggas who been with me through the struggle
Cause fuckin' with new niggas will fuck up your hustle
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Sooner or later we'll all see who the profit is
Cut the debatin', the labels know who the hottest is
That's why my phone ringin' off the hook
They making offers, I got a few that could be a good look
Wrigglin' free from the red tape could a couple minutes
But I'm pretty sure a couple mill will help me deal with it
Throw a party in the buildin' with chandeliers in it
Write my album at a summer home I own in Martha's Vineyard
I'm thinkin' on a level other niggas ain't thinkin'
I'm Carnival cruisin' homie, your battleship sinkin'
The life ya'll can't see if your drownin' in the deep end
Hip-Hop ain't dead, she just play sleepin'
Till you pussy niggas slip and let a real nigga sneak in
Another offer comin' got my telephone ringin'
Another flight booked, I gotta' take another meetin'
I tell them save their breath and let their money do the speakin'
[Hook]
They Shook lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook:]
For the hundred doller billers
Yea
My name is in the streets
My name is in the streets
My name is my name
[Verse:]
It's a war goin on outside
So I got bulletproof glass on the cars I drive
Roll by and I catch broads eyes
But I ignore 'em and I keep on goin
Got the Mobb Deep bangin and my a/c blowin
Niggas on their last legs and their wounds is open
So I'm on 'em like sharks smellin' blood in the ocean
Hot Spitta I'm a seasoned vet
What's fucked up is I haven't dropped an album yet
But I don't cry over spilled milk, clean up the mess
Get a glass and refill my shit
Nigga mad cause his girlfriend feel my shit
He get in the car
And talk loud all through the song
Make sure she can't hear my shit
My California homies told me that I spit
Vision that I belong on the top 10 list
These original Jordans, these ain't retros slick
You lil niggas betta learn your kicks
Can't tell when she lyin, better learn your bitch
Said she was with her girl, but she at my crib
Well the truth she ain't lyin to you, she is with her girl
But her girl over here too, and we ain't doin nothin but fuckin'
And tryna come up with a recipe for weed rice crispie treats
I'm the rapper your favorite rapper be happy to meet
Swagga never can be unraveled, I'm tight as can be
Ask God to keep haters away from me
Tryna live all my days sucka free
Got the next generation lookin' up to me
My influence ain't that hard to see
I'm bringin New Orleans back
Matter fact the mayor need to inaugurate me
For the hundred doller billers
Yea
My name is in the streets
My name is in the streets
My name is my name
[Verse:]
It's a war goin on outside
So I got bulletproof glass on the cars I drive
Roll by and I catch broads eyes
But I ignore 'em and I keep on goin
Got the Mobb Deep bangin and my a/c blowin
Niggas on their last legs and their wounds is open
So I'm on 'em like sharks smellin' blood in the ocean
Hot Spitta I'm a seasoned vet
What's fucked up is I haven't dropped an album yet
But I don't cry over spilled milk, clean up the mess
Get a glass and refill my shit
Nigga mad cause his girlfriend feel my shit
He get in the car
And talk loud all through the song
Make sure she can't hear my shit
My California homies told me that I spit
Vision that I belong on the top 10 list
These original Jordans, these ain't retros slick
You lil niggas betta learn your kicks
Can't tell when she lyin, better learn your bitch
Said she was with her girl, but she at my crib
Well the truth she ain't lyin to you, she is with her girl
But her girl over here too, and we ain't doin nothin but fuckin'
And tryna come up with a recipe for weed rice crispie treats
I'm the rapper your favorite rapper be happy to meet
Swagga never can be unraveled, I'm tight as can be
Ask God to keep haters away from me
Tryna live all my days sucka free
Got the next generation lookin' up to me
My influence ain't that hard to see
I'm bringin New Orleans back
Matter fact the mayor need to inaugurate me
mixtape: "Independence Day" (2008)
- Airplane lyrics - Curren$y
- Animal lyrics - Curren$y
- Cell Phone Troubles lyrics - Curren$y
- Paternity Test lyrics - Paternity Test
- Sole Man lyrics - Curren$y
- She On My Mind lyrics - Curren$y
- The Anti-Club lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)
- Reagan Era lyrics - Curren$y
- Raps & Hustles lyrics - Curren$y
Airplane lyrics - Curren$y
[Talking:]
Shoutout to Fam-Lay
Ughhhhhh
[Hook:]
When you think of boss niggas think of me
Cause if there's a stressin ain't no question at his side (spitta)
Altough I conceal my identity
Beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes
They know that nigga stuntin
He be gettin money
They know that nigga ballin
The hoes he all fuckin
They know that nigga famous
They know that nigga blingin
And they know the niggas I be with is too dangerous (fly society)
Ughhhh
[Verse 1:]
Nigga skip all the bull shit
Red and black jordan number 1's, I'm on my bulls shit
Hustle like grocery carts, you push it
Nigga spend good money on it if it's good shit
I'm on the set with young roddy on this hood shit
Chillin like a villain, hope the popo don't ruin it
Chicks dig what I spit, tell me to keep doin it
Chicks whipped by the dick, want me to keep doin it
Can't get what I get, I cop kicks numerous
Limited editions, spitta shop for exclusiveness
Fuck fuckin with fuck boys and they fuckin foolishness
Got ya homies watchin ya back like a big booty bitch
Cause ya can't maneuver the mat without losin it
Jack boys screamin on ya, makin ya move ya shit
I might see two, but they don't reach in my cooler slick
Try to catch a cold, ya catch an uzi clip
Yeaaaaaa
[Hook:]
When you think of boss niggas think of me
Cause if there's a stressin ain't no question at his side (spitta)
Altough I conceal my identity
Beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes
They know that nigga stuntin
He be gettin money
They know that nigga ballin
The hoes he off fuckin
They know that nigga famous
They know that nigga blingin
And they know the niggas I be with is too dangerous
Ughhhh
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
Spitter spitta
Ughhhh
[Verse 2:]
The band on my watch is ceramic
Bezzle got the same rocks that dropped the titanic
People talk about him, word of mouth is gigantic
Rappers gettin worried, they just startin to panic
Hope ya didn't blow ya advance, you better manage
The few cents you got left, cause that's ya last chips
Hot spitta no longer next, I am the present
Ya girl ask santa for me, cause I'm her present
Telescope on the balcony, watching the planets
Telephone ringin, I'm too high to answer it
Tell my homie bring me a pack of them ziz zags'
Gonna be a high time like the fuckin magazine
If ya song wack, I'll heal the cut, I'm bandaged
Cluckers say one time, and the dope boys vanished
Like the joint I'm smokin right now, after the last hit
I'm toasted like a quiznos sandwich
Spitta
[Hook:]
When you think of boss niggas think of me
Cause if there's a stressin ain't no question at his side (spitta)
Altough I conceal my identity
Beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes
They know that nigga stuntin
He be gettin money
They know that nigga ballin
The hoes he off fuckin
They know that nigga famous
They know that nigga blingin
And they know the niggas I be with is too dangerous
Ughhhh
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
Uh uh ughhhh [echoes]
Shoutout to Fam-Lay
Ughhhhhh
[Hook:]
When you think of boss niggas think of me
Cause if there's a stressin ain't no question at his side (spitta)
Altough I conceal my identity
Beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes
They know that nigga stuntin
He be gettin money
They know that nigga ballin
The hoes he all fuckin
They know that nigga famous
They know that nigga blingin
And they know the niggas I be with is too dangerous (fly society)
Ughhhh
[Verse 1:]
Nigga skip all the bull shit
Red and black jordan number 1's, I'm on my bulls shit
Hustle like grocery carts, you push it
Nigga spend good money on it if it's good shit
I'm on the set with young roddy on this hood shit
Chillin like a villain, hope the popo don't ruin it
Chicks dig what I spit, tell me to keep doin it
Chicks whipped by the dick, want me to keep doin it
Can't get what I get, I cop kicks numerous
Limited editions, spitta shop for exclusiveness
Fuck fuckin with fuck boys and they fuckin foolishness
Got ya homies watchin ya back like a big booty bitch
Cause ya can't maneuver the mat without losin it
Jack boys screamin on ya, makin ya move ya shit
I might see two, but they don't reach in my cooler slick
Try to catch a cold, ya catch an uzi clip
Yeaaaaaa
[Hook:]
When you think of boss niggas think of me
Cause if there's a stressin ain't no question at his side (spitta)
Altough I conceal my identity
Beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes
They know that nigga stuntin
He be gettin money
They know that nigga ballin
The hoes he off fuckin
They know that nigga famous
They know that nigga blingin
And they know the niggas I be with is too dangerous
Ughhhh
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
Spitter spitta
Ughhhh
[Verse 2:]
The band on my watch is ceramic
Bezzle got the same rocks that dropped the titanic
People talk about him, word of mouth is gigantic
Rappers gettin worried, they just startin to panic
Hope ya didn't blow ya advance, you better manage
The few cents you got left, cause that's ya last chips
Hot spitta no longer next, I am the present
Ya girl ask santa for me, cause I'm her present
Telescope on the balcony, watching the planets
Telephone ringin, I'm too high to answer it
Tell my homie bring me a pack of them ziz zags'
Gonna be a high time like the fuckin magazine
If ya song wack, I'll heal the cut, I'm bandaged
Cluckers say one time, and the dope boys vanished
Like the joint I'm smokin right now, after the last hit
I'm toasted like a quiznos sandwich
Spitta
[Hook:]
When you think of boss niggas think of me
Cause if there's a stressin ain't no question at his side (spitta)
Altough I conceal my identity
Beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes
They know that nigga stuntin
He be gettin money
They know that nigga ballin
The hoes he off fuckin
They know that nigga famous
They know that nigga blingin
And they know the niggas I be with is too dangerous
Ughhhh
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
There go the airplane... schwooosh...
Uh uh ughhhh [echoes]
Animal lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook:]
I been in this game for years,
It made me an animal,
I fallin and I can't can't,
I been in this game for years,
It made me an animal,
I been in this game for years
It made me an animal,
I fallin and I can't can't,
I been in this game for years,
It made me an animal,
Animal
[Verse 1:]
These lil niggas,
Got no idea bout how I got here,
Hard road traveled nigga
Blood sweat gravel,
I done seen niggas battle,
Knew the dirt and neva tattled,
OG's know I'm solid,
I'm a concrete statue,
Never got an earring, gold teeth, nor a tattoo,
Wolf in sheeps clothes,
Curren$y in creep mode,
Even though it's strength in numbers,
I tend to fall back in my world without my brothers,
Figure out what my purpose on this earth is,
Because I know it got to be about more,
Than stuntin and fuckin whores,
I done drove every car,
And bought everything out the store,
Crib with marble floors,
But I still get bored,
I figure that I escape the madness,
Cause I'm rappin,
But I'm just as stressed out as my lil homie who trappin,
Smoke and got asthma,
And I know that's ass backwards,
Fly and spit fire I'm a dragon...
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Night fall I'm in the whip,
Or I'm in the club,
In the vip,
With my paws on anotha niggas bitch,
Knowin that I got my own,
She's at home,
But still I roam,
Cause I don't know what she doin when I'm gone,
It done happened before,
And I prolly got more shit commin,
From fuckin with my old homeboy woman,
And I don't even know why I did that,
He'll prolly try to kill me,
If he knew where I lived at,
Prolly neva speak again,
And I can't blame em,
Last thing he said was that I'm changin,
And I ain't even halfway famous,
But once this hustle becomes apart of you,
It hardens you,
Puttin darkness in the heart of you,
Homie I only got 1 in my heart for few,
And that's my crew,
And with those dudes,
I hunt for food,
Candle ass niggas betta move,
Forreal
[Hook]
I been in this game for years,
It made me an animal,
I fallin and I can't can't,
I been in this game for years,
It made me an animal,
I been in this game for years
It made me an animal,
I fallin and I can't can't,
I been in this game for years,
It made me an animal,
Animal
[Verse 1:]
These lil niggas,
Got no idea bout how I got here,
Hard road traveled nigga
Blood sweat gravel,
I done seen niggas battle,
Knew the dirt and neva tattled,
OG's know I'm solid,
I'm a concrete statue,
Never got an earring, gold teeth, nor a tattoo,
Wolf in sheeps clothes,
Curren$y in creep mode,
Even though it's strength in numbers,
I tend to fall back in my world without my brothers,
Figure out what my purpose on this earth is,
Because I know it got to be about more,
Than stuntin and fuckin whores,
I done drove every car,
And bought everything out the store,
Crib with marble floors,
But I still get bored,
I figure that I escape the madness,
Cause I'm rappin,
But I'm just as stressed out as my lil homie who trappin,
Smoke and got asthma,
And I know that's ass backwards,
Fly and spit fire I'm a dragon...
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Night fall I'm in the whip,
Or I'm in the club,
In the vip,
With my paws on anotha niggas bitch,
Knowin that I got my own,
She's at home,
But still I roam,
Cause I don't know what she doin when I'm gone,
It done happened before,
And I prolly got more shit commin,
From fuckin with my old homeboy woman,
And I don't even know why I did that,
He'll prolly try to kill me,
If he knew where I lived at,
Prolly neva speak again,
And I can't blame em,
Last thing he said was that I'm changin,
And I ain't even halfway famous,
But once this hustle becomes apart of you,
It hardens you,
Puttin darkness in the heart of you,
Homie I only got 1 in my heart for few,
And that's my crew,
And with those dudes,
I hunt for food,
Candle ass niggas betta move,
Forreal
[Hook]
Cell Phone Troubles lyrics - Curren$y
I just lost my cell phone charger
But a nigga still got bars
And a mean ass hook like a pirate arm
Read a book on how to build a bomb
Now you can wake up in the morning smelling napalm
Niggas thought it was over but they wrong
He from New Orleans they kill niggas where he from
Your best bet is to give him whatever he want
Your girlfriend asking where I got the weed from
Now my niggas asking me where I got the freak from
Pause
'Cus she so 'bout it the bitch even gave head to my accountant
Pause
Rich niggas get bread and cheese and
I'm trying to make me a big ass Grilled cheese sandwich 'fore I leave
Off this wicked planet of war with me
Watch out for jabs and bob and weave
They coming for my hair brother
A pussy nigga will kill you because he scared of you
A bitch nigga can't will trip you to get ahead of you
Your man will crack under pressure and lead the feds to you
Your bitch will crack under pressure and get your man on you
Internet hackers now they running scams on you
Brutal ass police putting they hands on you
If you don't got drugs on you they'll plant it on you
I pray to God you never hear them bars slamming on you
'Cause I'm pretty sure the man got a plan for you
My cell phone says no service but I still got bars
But a nigga still got bars
And a mean ass hook like a pirate arm
Read a book on how to build a bomb
Now you can wake up in the morning smelling napalm
Niggas thought it was over but they wrong
He from New Orleans they kill niggas where he from
Your best bet is to give him whatever he want
Your girlfriend asking where I got the weed from
Now my niggas asking me where I got the freak from
Pause
'Cus she so 'bout it the bitch even gave head to my accountant
Pause
Rich niggas get bread and cheese and
I'm trying to make me a big ass Grilled cheese sandwich 'fore I leave
Off this wicked planet of war with me
Watch out for jabs and bob and weave
They coming for my hair brother
A pussy nigga will kill you because he scared of you
A bitch nigga can't will trip you to get ahead of you
Your man will crack under pressure and lead the feds to you
Your bitch will crack under pressure and get your man on you
Internet hackers now they running scams on you
Brutal ass police putting they hands on you
If you don't got drugs on you they'll plant it on you
I pray to God you never hear them bars slamming on you
'Cause I'm pretty sure the man got a plan for you
My cell phone says no service but I still got bars
Paternity Test lyrics - Paternity Test
One day I was chillin in the crib
Rocking the ps3
Until the telephone rang
Disrupting my game
Now I reaching for the phone
Wondering who it could be
Look at the caller id
Never seen this number before
But I answered the bitch anyways
Hello
The man on the other end said good even
Is this with the franklin with whom I'm speakin
And I said yes indeed it is
Now pardon my french who the fuck is this
My name is bryce and excuse me bro
But I'm calling on behalf of the maury show
See julie jessing gave birth too a daughter
And submitted your name as the definate father
We think paternity tests are in order
If you want bro we'll fly you out tomorrow
And I said yes I'll hop in that jet
To come out there and prove my point
Cause if you know me you know no poking
Unless I got a magnum on my joint
Now I'm having sex flashback
Indestruct
I remember that night when the condom bust
Time past since then and it been about 12 months
How many months is the child
Three?
FUCK
That sound but right
First I thought that I wasn't but now I think I might
Be raising a little girl
Butterflies on the flight
Spitta welcome too the real world
Tire screechin
Plane is landing
Trying not to think about what's happenin
Checked into my hotel room
And lit a fat one
Watching cartoons but a nigga wasn't laughin
Cause my mind is elsewhere
Front desk called said the limos downstairs
Too bring me too the set where there tapin the show
Now I'm in the green room pacin the floor'
When they call me out to the stage
The woman in the crowd all look at me with hate
The men look at me with expressions that say
Damn young star hope it all go your way
Htye put pictures of me and the baby
Side by side
The crowd sighed when they
Saw how much we look alike
Even maury said we had the same eyes
Funny how one night can rearrange a whole life
Took a commercial break
And came back
An assistant dropped a folder in his lap
He pulls out a envelop and holds it up
Says these are the results
And then the crowd hushed
Suspense was building in the buildin
I hope my parents is ready for grand children
Cause I just might have one to give them
Cause if it's my baby I'm going to man up
Pilgrim
The test results are unfolded
He lowers his brow
As he looks over
Looks up grinnin
And says relax pimpin
The bitch lyin that ain't you
(BABY)
(That is not my B-A-B-Y
Not my B-A-B-Y) [x3]
Shawty you can take it too maury I'm not claiming a
BABY BABY
Rocking the ps3
Until the telephone rang
Disrupting my game
Now I reaching for the phone
Wondering who it could be
Look at the caller id
Never seen this number before
But I answered the bitch anyways
Hello
The man on the other end said good even
Is this with the franklin with whom I'm speakin
And I said yes indeed it is
Now pardon my french who the fuck is this
My name is bryce and excuse me bro
But I'm calling on behalf of the maury show
See julie jessing gave birth too a daughter
And submitted your name as the definate father
We think paternity tests are in order
If you want bro we'll fly you out tomorrow
And I said yes I'll hop in that jet
To come out there and prove my point
Cause if you know me you know no poking
Unless I got a magnum on my joint
Now I'm having sex flashback
Indestruct
I remember that night when the condom bust
Time past since then and it been about 12 months
How many months is the child
Three?
FUCK
That sound but right
First I thought that I wasn't but now I think I might
Be raising a little girl
Butterflies on the flight
Spitta welcome too the real world
Tire screechin
Plane is landing
Trying not to think about what's happenin
Checked into my hotel room
And lit a fat one
Watching cartoons but a nigga wasn't laughin
Cause my mind is elsewhere
Front desk called said the limos downstairs
Too bring me too the set where there tapin the show
Now I'm in the green room pacin the floor'
When they call me out to the stage
The woman in the crowd all look at me with hate
The men look at me with expressions that say
Damn young star hope it all go your way
Htye put pictures of me and the baby
Side by side
The crowd sighed when they
Saw how much we look alike
Even maury said we had the same eyes
Funny how one night can rearrange a whole life
Took a commercial break
And came back
An assistant dropped a folder in his lap
He pulls out a envelop and holds it up
Says these are the results
And then the crowd hushed
Suspense was building in the buildin
I hope my parents is ready for grand children
Cause I just might have one to give them
Cause if it's my baby I'm going to man up
Pilgrim
The test results are unfolded
He lowers his brow
As he looks over
Looks up grinnin
And says relax pimpin
The bitch lyin that ain't you
(BABY)
(That is not my B-A-B-Y
Not my B-A-B-Y) [x3]
Shawty you can take it too maury I'm not claiming a
BABY BABY
Sole Man lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook:]
H-O-T spitta
H-O-T spitta
H-O-T spitta
H-H-O-O-T-T spitta, I can't be compared to these niggas
[Verse 1:]
Back in the days in the city of New Orleans
Before we had a basketball team called the Hornets
The hustlers on the block was the only ones balling
Every day I saw 'em floating something that I wanted
Riding up the block, top dropped, engine roaring
Pitch a little kid twenty bucks to wash it for 'em
I used to sit on the block and listen to 'em talking
About how expensive it was to ride foreign
Those I admire added fuel to the fire
But when Soulja Slim came up, I really got inspired
Switched it into overdrive when I heard him rhyming
Then my brother got a deal and then I figured that I could and then I did
But it's kind of crazy in the music biz
Chances slim, they're shady in the music biz
Props to Eminem because he made it in the music biz
Walked my eight mile in the land of the Katrinians
I got a style that a lot of people don't get
But hipsters and skateboarders digging it
It's funny how I'm making money from this written shit
In elementary they tried to fail me for my penmanship
Now I'm thinking through the ink and it's making me rich
But executive infections is making me sick
Antibiotics to fight it, yeah, I'm taking the shit
My doctor prescribed it, I tried it, I'm shaking and shit
I read the same rap handbook as Q-Tip
The part that hit me the hardest said this:
"Industry Rule #180: the one's you think are helping are hating, "
Watch your back whenever you're stepping out
If you bring the jewels out, you better bring the weapons out
And if you walk into a room, be cool, knowing you the dude everybody's checking out
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Spitta gets you instant cash like a money gram
Curren$y the hot spitter, high grade pot getter
You broke? Still copping smoke by the gram
Went dumb when I got my first hundred grand (dumb)
Blew it all on kicks for me and my fam (dumb)
Ran through it in a week, I was behaving like the loot wasn't a advance
In full swing like a pimp's backhand
Got it out for these jokers like Batman
Shoot for the moon dude, because even if you miss
In the midst of the stars is where you'll land
Hella cool, I grew up around hooligans
I did my dirt but I was nerdy with the foolishness
I rigged snack machines for free cash and drinks
Got into trouble, my mama got me back in school again
Now I'm all grown up, trying to be blown up
King Kong billboard signs gone up
Bearing my likeness, no one is like this
King of the kicks, your royal dunk highness
I'm after the treasure like pirates
No matter the weather, we climb over the climate
F.S. Jetset pilot, flow I'll, snatch fly airborne virus
[Hook]
H-O-T spitta
H-O-T spitta
H-O-T spitta
H-H-O-O-T-T spitta, I can't be compared to these niggas
[Verse 1:]
Back in the days in the city of New Orleans
Before we had a basketball team called the Hornets
The hustlers on the block was the only ones balling
Every day I saw 'em floating something that I wanted
Riding up the block, top dropped, engine roaring
Pitch a little kid twenty bucks to wash it for 'em
I used to sit on the block and listen to 'em talking
About how expensive it was to ride foreign
Those I admire added fuel to the fire
But when Soulja Slim came up, I really got inspired
Switched it into overdrive when I heard him rhyming
Then my brother got a deal and then I figured that I could and then I did
But it's kind of crazy in the music biz
Chances slim, they're shady in the music biz
Props to Eminem because he made it in the music biz
Walked my eight mile in the land of the Katrinians
I got a style that a lot of people don't get
But hipsters and skateboarders digging it
It's funny how I'm making money from this written shit
In elementary they tried to fail me for my penmanship
Now I'm thinking through the ink and it's making me rich
But executive infections is making me sick
Antibiotics to fight it, yeah, I'm taking the shit
My doctor prescribed it, I tried it, I'm shaking and shit
I read the same rap handbook as Q-Tip
The part that hit me the hardest said this:
"Industry Rule #180: the one's you think are helping are hating, "
Watch your back whenever you're stepping out
If you bring the jewels out, you better bring the weapons out
And if you walk into a room, be cool, knowing you the dude everybody's checking out
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Spitta gets you instant cash like a money gram
Curren$y the hot spitter, high grade pot getter
You broke? Still copping smoke by the gram
Went dumb when I got my first hundred grand (dumb)
Blew it all on kicks for me and my fam (dumb)
Ran through it in a week, I was behaving like the loot wasn't a advance
In full swing like a pimp's backhand
Got it out for these jokers like Batman
Shoot for the moon dude, because even if you miss
In the midst of the stars is where you'll land
Hella cool, I grew up around hooligans
I did my dirt but I was nerdy with the foolishness
I rigged snack machines for free cash and drinks
Got into trouble, my mama got me back in school again
Now I'm all grown up, trying to be blown up
King Kong billboard signs gone up
Bearing my likeness, no one is like this
King of the kicks, your royal dunk highness
I'm after the treasure like pirates
No matter the weather, we climb over the climate
F.S. Jetset pilot, flow I'll, snatch fly airborne virus
[Hook]
She On My Mind lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
Bottles pop, joints roll
With my folks, in the vip
Section of the club with my eyes on this model chick
I don't know who she came with
She look like someone famous
She knew every word to my song when the dj played it
I asked her what her name is
She smiled when she said it
Right now I don't remember but it sounded like somethin spanish
I offered her champagne and she told me she don't drank it
I told her I wanna see her naked
She said lil boy who u playin with
My next thought was ok then
I'm obviously dealin with a lady
I apologized for my statement
And we kept on conversatin
She noticed we was blazin
She took a couple puffs of the haze and
She rolled her numba on napkin
And after that she vanished
[Chorus:]
Now, she on my mind
Can't get this bitch off my mind
She on my mind can't get this bitch off my mind
The shit affectin my rhymes
I'm havin trouble memorizin my lines
Cause this bitch on my mind
Gotta get this bitch off my mind
[Verse 2:]
Now I'm outside of the club
Me and my homies all fucked up
Tipped valet, hopped back in the truck
Whole ride home I was thinkin bout her
Thought bout callin her but I didn't
I didn't wanna call round all my niggas
Cause they drunk asses will be laughin an gigglin
And I ain't in the mood for all that ribbon
I just waited till I made it to the crib and
Attempted to call while watchin television
Wack ass cellphone trippin
Only get the strong signal when I'm in the kitchen
Walked in and dialed them digits
While the phone ringin
I'm thinkin bout her in different positions
Answer machine, voice sound different
Thank you for callin popeyes chicken?
Bitch get off my mind
Gotta get that bitch off my mind
Bitch Get off my mind
Gotta get this bitch off my mind
This bitch wasn't even that fine
I only seen this bitch one time
Why I got this bitch on my mine
I'm a get this bitch off my mind
Bottles pop, joints roll
With my folks, in the vip
Section of the club with my eyes on this model chick
I don't know who she came with
She look like someone famous
She knew every word to my song when the dj played it
I asked her what her name is
She smiled when she said it
Right now I don't remember but it sounded like somethin spanish
I offered her champagne and she told me she don't drank it
I told her I wanna see her naked
She said lil boy who u playin with
My next thought was ok then
I'm obviously dealin with a lady
I apologized for my statement
And we kept on conversatin
She noticed we was blazin
She took a couple puffs of the haze and
She rolled her numba on napkin
And after that she vanished
[Chorus:]
Now, she on my mind
Can't get this bitch off my mind
She on my mind can't get this bitch off my mind
The shit affectin my rhymes
I'm havin trouble memorizin my lines
Cause this bitch on my mind
Gotta get this bitch off my mind
[Verse 2:]
Now I'm outside of the club
Me and my homies all fucked up
Tipped valet, hopped back in the truck
Whole ride home I was thinkin bout her
Thought bout callin her but I didn't
I didn't wanna call round all my niggas
Cause they drunk asses will be laughin an gigglin
And I ain't in the mood for all that ribbon
I just waited till I made it to the crib and
Attempted to call while watchin television
Wack ass cellphone trippin
Only get the strong signal when I'm in the kitchen
Walked in and dialed them digits
While the phone ringin
I'm thinkin bout her in different positions
Answer machine, voice sound different
Thank you for callin popeyes chicken?
Bitch get off my mind
Gotta get that bitch off my mind
Bitch Get off my mind
Gotta get this bitch off my mind
This bitch wasn't even that fine
I only seen this bitch one time
Why I got this bitch on my mine
I'm a get this bitch off my mind
The Anti-Club lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Sober flow, I ain't smokin five days
But I'm a burn this beat and leave it in a ashtray
Yo Joey, give me a light, so I can see where I'm goin
These niggas actin like hoes and these hoes is actin like niggas
I'm like "Whyyy?"
Figured I could go without an answer
Like Philadelphia 76ers without I've
Spitta spittin, he from the city of killers
But don't got a mean bone in his body
Pussy-ass niggas keep on tryin to bring it out me
So I'm a have to call my guys in
That's a bigger network than Verizon, all of em kamikaze
Homie you don't believe me, you can try me
Crash and burn, long as they take you with them
Now it's a completed mission
And I could give a fuck about who on their television if it ain't my team
Give a fuck how much you spendin if it ain't my green
Give a fuck about you bitchin, you treated like a queen
Y'all niggas is obscene
Night life, New Orleans is my scene
Even if I'm not seen, motherfucka
Spitta, I write a rhyme
And that may not be, what you call gangsta, but it's my life
You niggas is livin lives, Santa Claus will put a lump of coal in your stocking
Hearin that shit that you droppin, but it was not that nice
Both hands is broken, you can't write, better hire a ghost
Spitta got money to burn, turn bread to toast
Chemical flow, I turn crack back to coke
Melly, yo, give me a light
Who's givin them niggas fashion advice?
These niggas dressin like bitches, these bitches dressin like niggas
Don't know the homie a homie or he a dyke
Look twice, shorty might be a guy, hail day for real
But the same intensity that a dog chasin a mailman
That's how I'm a chase this mill
Don't like paper so I won't take that deal
Spitta nigga, I write a rhyme
[Verse 2 - Trademark the Skydiver:]
The plane is in motion
Fly FS-1 is approachin
Movin in the speed of Jet proportion
Top Gun's la costra nostra, we so focused, nigga
Testarossas, new roadsters
House on the beach, wake up see the ocean
Kush keep me chokin, Trade for the roaches
[?] with a cars, sultan of the fortress
Sky dive, I glide over the surface
Fly by in the sky, quicker than Silver Surfer
Only land when lambs is being purchased
A Cayenne man, you tell from the Porsches
Swang is so ferocious, you can hear it in verses
Whip game torture, pimp game awesome
I ain't jumped from the porch, I kick-flipped of it
Ollied over coffins, manual through corpses
Tried to get abortion, turn rashes in the fortunes
Chalked up losses, sway from the vultures
Hooked up with bosses, that specialize at sources
Hit the mall up, don't give a fuck what it's costin
I'm good in any hood [?]
I'm in the east, blowin trees, gettin the stress above me
Sober flow, I ain't smokin five days
But I'm a burn this beat and leave it in a ashtray
Yo Joey, give me a light, so I can see where I'm goin
These niggas actin like hoes and these hoes is actin like niggas
I'm like "Whyyy?"
Figured I could go without an answer
Like Philadelphia 76ers without I've
Spitta spittin, he from the city of killers
But don't got a mean bone in his body
Pussy-ass niggas keep on tryin to bring it out me
So I'm a have to call my guys in
That's a bigger network than Verizon, all of em kamikaze
Homie you don't believe me, you can try me
Crash and burn, long as they take you with them
Now it's a completed mission
And I could give a fuck about who on their television if it ain't my team
Give a fuck how much you spendin if it ain't my green
Give a fuck about you bitchin, you treated like a queen
Y'all niggas is obscene
Night life, New Orleans is my scene
Even if I'm not seen, motherfucka
Spitta, I write a rhyme
And that may not be, what you call gangsta, but it's my life
You niggas is livin lives, Santa Claus will put a lump of coal in your stocking
Hearin that shit that you droppin, but it was not that nice
Both hands is broken, you can't write, better hire a ghost
Spitta got money to burn, turn bread to toast
Chemical flow, I turn crack back to coke
Melly, yo, give me a light
Who's givin them niggas fashion advice?
These niggas dressin like bitches, these bitches dressin like niggas
Don't know the homie a homie or he a dyke
Look twice, shorty might be a guy, hail day for real
But the same intensity that a dog chasin a mailman
That's how I'm a chase this mill
Don't like paper so I won't take that deal
Spitta nigga, I write a rhyme
[Verse 2 - Trademark the Skydiver:]
The plane is in motion
Fly FS-1 is approachin
Movin in the speed of Jet proportion
Top Gun's la costra nostra, we so focused, nigga
Testarossas, new roadsters
House on the beach, wake up see the ocean
Kush keep me chokin, Trade for the roaches
[?] with a cars, sultan of the fortress
Sky dive, I glide over the surface
Fly by in the sky, quicker than Silver Surfer
Only land when lambs is being purchased
A Cayenne man, you tell from the Porsches
Swang is so ferocious, you can hear it in verses
Whip game torture, pimp game awesome
I ain't jumped from the porch, I kick-flipped of it
Ollied over coffins, manual through corpses
Tried to get abortion, turn rashes in the fortunes
Chalked up losses, sway from the vultures
Hooked up with bosses, that specialize at sources
Hit the mall up, don't give a fuck what it's costin
I'm good in any hood [?]
I'm in the east, blowin trees, gettin the stress above me
Reagan Era lyrics - Curren$y
Can you see those?
Sweet
For all of the bitches I might ake home
Spray my shirt down Dolce and Gabbana cologne
Comin' down like my homeboys from Houston
Got my celly on silent I'm ignoring my phone
Diamond Diamonds in my band cause that's right where they belong
Like a trumpet or some symbols or a set of trombones
Yo bitch chose to rome in the Spitta zone
Now you drunk watching E.T. wishin' she phone home
But deep in ya heart you knowin' she won't
Cause I'm a different type of nigga and that's just what she want
Ground breakin' Dr. J's first dunk
Stealing bases Willie Mays I'm gone
Can't play the backfield no more I just don't
Think that's where I belong I do better on my own
Swag crucial honestly it gotta be
Cause niggas that you listenin' to probably stole they style from me
Bitter never I come up with something better
Have to catch an elevator all the way up to my level
Playing Metal Gear Solid
On a Playstation 3 for 6 hours
My girl in the bedroom asleep, but I'm not tired
I would call over a couple of my partners
But them niggas loud they don't know how to be quite
Shawty gone wake up and come up in here wildin'
Hollerin'... like Keysha did Tommy
If you ain't seen Bailey you don't know nothing about it
What else could you tell me, but my flow so polished
Took it up a notch with the rhymin'
Try to bury Spitta in the grave at the bottom
Climbed up out it
Knock you in the same hole and stand on top it
Consistent flow Curren$y the high Spitta stay so on topic
Other niggas lost they need to see the Golden Compass
Brother I'm a boss like Ross
Spitta nigga hot like sauce
At the AND1 game breakin' motha fuckas off
I had a good job I thought
But I couldn't get along with the people in charge
I grabbed my time card punched out I'm off
Soft spoken, but a nigga not soft
Not at all
Real nigga stand tall for something
Make sure I don't fall for nothing
In this game it's pain for the up and coming
No handouts cause niggas don't owe you nothing
Gotta do it for Dolo
Flashbacks to the conversations that took place between Face and Manolo
The World chico and everything in it
If I said it I meant it
I get it I spend it
Comfotable livin' till the motha fuckin' finish
If I'm in it then you know it's not tinted
If I'm in it then you know it got a nice engine
You could be a mile away and still hear it
That's classic American Muscle
Stole my bitches numbers and an Ipod Shuffle
I call her over to cut her you call her over to cuddle
Knock yaself out boy you can'y knock my hustle
I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Labels offerin checks for a million bucks
Ask Roddy if he thought a million was enough
He said yes cause he could hit the streets and triple it up
[Chorus x3:]
I'm a member of a Fly Society
Styles I got several varieties
As a child this guy memorized Scarface in its entirety
The 80s drug era inspried me
That's why I dress how I dress
Walk how I Walk
That's why I rep what I rep
Talk how I Talk
Two rope chains both of em gold
I gotta swagga like I just came home woah
Sweet
For all of the bitches I might ake home
Spray my shirt down Dolce and Gabbana cologne
Comin' down like my homeboys from Houston
Got my celly on silent I'm ignoring my phone
Diamond Diamonds in my band cause that's right where they belong
Like a trumpet or some symbols or a set of trombones
Yo bitch chose to rome in the Spitta zone
Now you drunk watching E.T. wishin' she phone home
But deep in ya heart you knowin' she won't
Cause I'm a different type of nigga and that's just what she want
Ground breakin' Dr. J's first dunk
Stealing bases Willie Mays I'm gone
Can't play the backfield no more I just don't
Think that's where I belong I do better on my own
Swag crucial honestly it gotta be
Cause niggas that you listenin' to probably stole they style from me
Bitter never I come up with something better
Have to catch an elevator all the way up to my level
Playing Metal Gear Solid
On a Playstation 3 for 6 hours
My girl in the bedroom asleep, but I'm not tired
I would call over a couple of my partners
But them niggas loud they don't know how to be quite
Shawty gone wake up and come up in here wildin'
Hollerin'... like Keysha did Tommy
If you ain't seen Bailey you don't know nothing about it
What else could you tell me, but my flow so polished
Took it up a notch with the rhymin'
Try to bury Spitta in the grave at the bottom
Climbed up out it
Knock you in the same hole and stand on top it
Consistent flow Curren$y the high Spitta stay so on topic
Other niggas lost they need to see the Golden Compass
Brother I'm a boss like Ross
Spitta nigga hot like sauce
At the AND1 game breakin' motha fuckas off
I had a good job I thought
But I couldn't get along with the people in charge
I grabbed my time card punched out I'm off
Soft spoken, but a nigga not soft
Not at all
Real nigga stand tall for something
Make sure I don't fall for nothing
In this game it's pain for the up and coming
No handouts cause niggas don't owe you nothing
Gotta do it for Dolo
Flashbacks to the conversations that took place between Face and Manolo
The World chico and everything in it
If I said it I meant it
I get it I spend it
Comfotable livin' till the motha fuckin' finish
If I'm in it then you know it's not tinted
If I'm in it then you know it got a nice engine
You could be a mile away and still hear it
That's classic American Muscle
Stole my bitches numbers and an Ipod Shuffle
I call her over to cut her you call her over to cuddle
Knock yaself out boy you can'y knock my hustle
I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Labels offerin checks for a million bucks
Ask Roddy if he thought a million was enough
He said yes cause he could hit the streets and triple it up
[Chorus x3:]
I'm a member of a Fly Society
Styles I got several varieties
As a child this guy memorized Scarface in its entirety
The 80s drug era inspried me
That's why I dress how I dress
Walk how I Walk
That's why I rep what I rep
Talk how I Talk
Two rope chains both of em gold
I gotta swagga like I just came home woah
Raps & Hustles lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I whip a Z06 fat on the Crescent City connection
Tee tops off the roof, safety of the weapon
Politics for politicians legislative reppin'
Discussing buying property to make 'em feel my presence
All over this bitch, the small world that it is
Niggas is slipping and Spitta steady gaining position
Buddy about his business, '08 in the brakes
Lamborghini season we personalize the plates
Looking down on the States from gulf streams away
30, 000 feet like my last classic tape
Cranberry splashes with bub in the glasses
That's my Mimosa so we call it a fly Sosa
Bitches long lashes, big titties and fat asses
Bottoms up the same way I cut 'em when I smash 'em
Play the cut with a orange streak striped jacket, uhh
Mets fitted, my Pat Ewing's is vintage
Buddy I'm a mad man so fly the image
Holy Grail, many men failed tryna get it
Hot Spitta is present, success is destined
Read the same script as Will Smith, I Am Legend
Ain't no messing with the set that I'm repping
Jets fly high, drop fire where you steppin'
Play the lowrider for the days of my West End
That Impala dancing like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
[Verse 2 - Fiend:]
I'm cooler than most
Socialize with folks
Cause and bloods
LK's, GD's, VL's and Thugs
Some pompous some addicted to drugs
Is you buying or selling?
Is you lying or telling?
Felons, remember Scott told me to lean back
Before I heard red marlboro snitching a G pass
Obviously with Jones right there where the fiends at
Man Spitta told me this year he doing Lamborghini's
I just wanna pull a Sam and buck fifty, believe me
I see the cash in my sleep like a baby do angels
Wake up, it's not there and it's painful
Harsh reality, dark, high gotta make that salary
It's like the Vick soul be after me
20 thousand for the chain to get you mad at me
I plow a hole in ya girl, now she nagging me
Ya man ain't bad as me
It might seem like I'm rambling
But really I'm scrambling
Like Drew Brees
On some new endeavors to get some new cheese, new sleeves
And some thousand dollar britches
New shoes can't forget the collar, holler at the bitches
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I whip a Z06 fat on the Crescent City connection
Tee tops off the roof, safety of the weapon
Politics for politicians legislative reppin'
Discussing buying property to make 'em feel my presence
All over this bitch, the small world that it is
Niggas is slipping and Spitta steady gaining position
Buddy about his business, '08 in the brakes
Lamborghini season we personalize the plates
Looking down on the States from gulf streams away
30, 000 feet like my last classic tape
Cranberry splashes with bub in the glasses
That's my Mimosa so we call it a fly Sosa
Bitches long lashes, big titties and fat asses
Bottoms up the same way I cut 'em when I smash 'em
Play the cut with a orange streak striped jacket, uhh
Mets fitted, my Pat Ewing's is vintage
Buddy I'm a mad man so fly the image
Holy Grail, many men failed tryna get it
Hot Spitta is present, success is destined
Read the same script as Will Smith, I Am Legend
Ain't no messing with the set that I'm repping
Jets fly high, drop fire where you steppin'
Play the lowrider for the days of my West End
That Impala dancing like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
[Verse 2 - Fiend:]
I'm cooler than most
Socialize with folks
Cause and bloods
LK's, GD's, VL's and Thugs
Some pompous some addicted to drugs
Is you buying or selling?
Is you lying or telling?
Felons, remember Scott told me to lean back
Before I heard red marlboro snitching a G pass
Obviously with Jones right there where the fiends at
Man Spitta told me this year he doing Lamborghini's
I just wanna pull a Sam and buck fifty, believe me
I see the cash in my sleep like a baby do angels
Wake up, it's not there and it's painful
Harsh reality, dark, high gotta make that salary
It's like the Vick soul be after me
20 thousand for the chain to get you mad at me
I plow a hole in ya girl, now she nagging me
Ya man ain't bad as me
It might seem like I'm rambling
But really I'm scrambling
Like Drew Brees
On some new endeavors to get some new cheese, new sleeves
And some thousand dollar britches
New shoes can't forget the collar, holler at the bitches
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
mixtape: "Life At 30,000 Feet" (2007)
- Take Off lyrics - Curren$y
- Dead Presidentalz lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Lil Wayne)
- Smoke-n-Maintain lyrics - Curren$y
- I Done It lyrics - Curren$y
- All From Your Bitch lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Darryl)
- Paper Bagz lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Top Gunz & Young Roddy)
- Redline lyrics - Curren$y
- Money Gone To My Head lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young A & Young Roddy)
- Don Data lyrics - Curren$y
- Shooterz Zone lyrics - Curren$y
- Lysol lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
- Rise Up lyrics - Curren$y
Dead Presidentalz lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Figured it's time that I step back from the game
And peep it from a coach's point of view
So I can see how niggas went wrong and how the players was grown
And I can do it how a pro supposed to do
No mistakes allowed, you get caskets for that shit
The line of scrimmage is wicked
Niggas is blitzing, you could get sacked quick
Drop back like a all star QB
Or the top on that high-end sports car with two seats
You niggas don't comb the pages of the duPont Registry
Looking for vehicles and accessories
Like I do, and every representor of my crew
I get love from Cause and the Piru
Slide through the drive through of a fast food restaurant
Turn the music down and tell the broad what kind of sauce I want
Scratch off quickly to a main street, intentions to make cheese
Let the windows down and let the purp' scent clear out
The police is peeping me and they don't think that I can see
I know they gon' pull me over and make me get out
But I'm on to 'em
Spray the chronic-killer and talk calm to 'em
"Good day officer, what's the problem?
You looking for answers? I don't got none"
I'm from New Orleans and New Orleans don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, I'm getting money nigga
[Talking - Lil Wayne:]
Ha ha, I know that's right
Hello World, Yeah, Yeah
Uh Huh, Music 2 Fly 2 comin soon y'all
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
You can see me on the, Eastside of New Orleans with a red bitch
Fuck the world make it walk with a leg twitch
Flow retarded, I'm on some special ed shit
The magnificent twist it like a dread bitch
And I can get up in the car and drive
And if the record ain't a smash, I can still survive
Yeah, money ain't a thing but everything to me
Shit, I gotta make them C-notes sing to me
Yeah, higher than all of the angels be
And, no I never choke but I strangle beats
And, I am just a player in this game we beat
So go blame the referee, don't complain to me
And I used to have a cutlass on stainless feet
Passin' all day up Latoya's Street
Back when Scarface used to sing to me
Had me feeling like a G was the thing to be
Back when I was pedaling my ten-speed bike
Who knew I'd be pedaling the six-speed white
Big dog through the yard where the little dogs bite
So if you are female dog, you don't fight
Bitch ass nigga, I ain't got no master
Rich ass nigga, I got all my masters
Bitch ass nigga, I ain't got no master
Rich ass nigga...
Figured it's time that I step back from the game
And peep it from a coach's point of view
So I can see how niggas went wrong and how the players was grown
And I can do it how a pro supposed to do
No mistakes allowed, you get caskets for that shit
The line of scrimmage is wicked
Niggas is blitzing, you could get sacked quick
Drop back like a all star QB
Or the top on that high-end sports car with two seats
You niggas don't comb the pages of the duPont Registry
Looking for vehicles and accessories
Like I do, and every representor of my crew
I get love from Cause and the Piru
Slide through the drive through of a fast food restaurant
Turn the music down and tell the broad what kind of sauce I want
Scratch off quickly to a main street, intentions to make cheese
Let the windows down and let the purp' scent clear out
The police is peeping me and they don't think that I can see
I know they gon' pull me over and make me get out
But I'm on to 'em
Spray the chronic-killer and talk calm to 'em
"Good day officer, what's the problem?
You looking for answers? I don't got none"
I'm from New Orleans and New Orleans don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, I'm getting money nigga
[Talking - Lil Wayne:]
Ha ha, I know that's right
Hello World, Yeah, Yeah
Uh Huh, Music 2 Fly 2 comin soon y'all
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
You can see me on the, Eastside of New Orleans with a red bitch
Fuck the world make it walk with a leg twitch
Flow retarded, I'm on some special ed shit
The magnificent twist it like a dread bitch
And I can get up in the car and drive
And if the record ain't a smash, I can still survive
Yeah, money ain't a thing but everything to me
Shit, I gotta make them C-notes sing to me
Yeah, higher than all of the angels be
And, no I never choke but I strangle beats
And, I am just a player in this game we beat
So go blame the referee, don't complain to me
And I used to have a cutlass on stainless feet
Passin' all day up Latoya's Street
Back when Scarface used to sing to me
Had me feeling like a G was the thing to be
Back when I was pedaling my ten-speed bike
Who knew I'd be pedaling the six-speed white
Big dog through the yard where the little dogs bite
So if you are female dog, you don't fight
Bitch ass nigga, I ain't got no master
Rich ass nigga, I got all my masters
Bitch ass nigga, I ain't got no master
Rich ass nigga...
Smoke-n-Maintain lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
Gotta get down for my change up in this rap game
My mission for jewelry and cars
These bitches are tripping because of my fame
Willing to do anything to get my last name
I'm laughing at 'em, me and Flashy in the Caddy
Body black, interior gray
Like Snow was driving back in the day
Riding on them factory blades
My eyes is high and under my shades
Shawty saw me and fell in a daze
Then gave me the Miss America wave, hey
[Hook:]
How does a nigga like me smoke and maintain, maintain
They saying
[Verse 2:]
Vacation they taking the cool out
It's Maui Wowi in Hawaii posted in the pool house
What y'all niggas gon' do about me? Nothing
Young Money, we balling in public
Told you bitches is going and coming
Sisters, cousins by the dozen
Loving none of 'em
My heart only divides into two sides
One devoted to family and one to the loot, right
[Hook]
Gotta get down for my change up in this rap game
My mission for jewelry and cars
These bitches are tripping because of my fame
Willing to do anything to get my last name
I'm laughing at 'em, me and Flashy in the Caddy
Body black, interior gray
Like Snow was driving back in the day
Riding on them factory blades
My eyes is high and under my shades
Shawty saw me and fell in a daze
Then gave me the Miss America wave, hey
[Hook:]
How does a nigga like me smoke and maintain, maintain
They saying
[Verse 2:]
Vacation they taking the cool out
It's Maui Wowi in Hawaii posted in the pool house
What y'all niggas gon' do about me? Nothing
Young Money, we balling in public
Told you bitches is going and coming
Sisters, cousins by the dozen
Loving none of 'em
My heart only divides into two sides
One devoted to family and one to the loot, right
[Hook]
I Done It lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook:]
I told y'all niggas when I get my loot
I was going to get a couple Chevrolet old schools
And I done it
I said I was gon' do it, I does it, nigga, I don't be stunting
I told y'all niggas when I get my cash
I was going to get a truck and a hard top Jag
And I done it
I said I was gon' do it, I does it, nigga, I don't be stunting
[Verse 1:]
'71 Chevelle SS with the big rims
And no tint, nigga, you know who it is
Hot spitter, that's him
DC logo on my fitted brim
Eyelids barely open when these women are approaching him
Rosay bottle in my left hand, money in my right
Feeling like this the best night of my life
Wait limit, think twice, because last night was a motherfucker
And if the lord stay the same then tomorrow probably gon' be a beast too
I'm posted up at the crib watching T2
The sequel to The Terminator, starring Arnold Schwarzenegger
Eating grits and turkey bacon
Got a house full of bitches and they all naked
Young Money, dummy, that's long paper
Fly Society, passports and bad broads
House with a backyard full of fast cars
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I blew up on 'em, and they ain't like that
They say I'm changing on 'em, and it ain't like that
I'm a real nigga, that's on my life, [?]
Hit me on my MySpace about some money, I'll write back
Shit, I'm just trying to get me some digits
In the low low hitting switches
Bumping "Fuck them Other Niggas" by my nigga Corey Miller
You know him as C-Murder, tried to sink my nigga's ship
But they overturned the verdict
Party in Miami with my Young Money family
In a yellow Maserati that I got flew in from Cali
Catty ass girlfriends always looking at me
Half of 'em be wanting to kiss me
Other half be wanting to smack me
[Hook]
I told y'all niggas when I get my loot
I was going to get a couple Chevrolet old schools
And I done it
I said I was gon' do it, I does it, nigga, I don't be stunting
I told y'all niggas when I get my cash
I was going to get a truck and a hard top Jag
And I done it
I said I was gon' do it, I does it, nigga, I don't be stunting
[Verse 1:]
'71 Chevelle SS with the big rims
And no tint, nigga, you know who it is
Hot spitter, that's him
DC logo on my fitted brim
Eyelids barely open when these women are approaching him
Rosay bottle in my left hand, money in my right
Feeling like this the best night of my life
Wait limit, think twice, because last night was a motherfucker
And if the lord stay the same then tomorrow probably gon' be a beast too
I'm posted up at the crib watching T2
The sequel to The Terminator, starring Arnold Schwarzenegger
Eating grits and turkey bacon
Got a house full of bitches and they all naked
Young Money, dummy, that's long paper
Fly Society, passports and bad broads
House with a backyard full of fast cars
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I blew up on 'em, and they ain't like that
They say I'm changing on 'em, and it ain't like that
I'm a real nigga, that's on my life, [?]
Hit me on my MySpace about some money, I'll write back
Shit, I'm just trying to get me some digits
In the low low hitting switches
Bumping "Fuck them Other Niggas" by my nigga Corey Miller
You know him as C-Murder, tried to sink my nigga's ship
But they overturned the verdict
Party in Miami with my Young Money family
In a yellow Maserati that I got flew in from Cali
Catty ass girlfriends always looking at me
Half of 'em be wanting to kiss me
Other half be wanting to smack me
[Hook]
All From Your Bitch lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Darryl)
Life is good. Shout out to DC Shoes
[Hook - (Darryl):]
I got a new set of rims and a flat screen for the crib
(All from your bitch)
I got two G's to get my homeboy for his rent
(All from your bitch)
I got enough money to go and get a pound of that purp
(All from your bitch)
(All from your bitch)
Yes, I got it
(All from your bitch)
[Verse:]
Homebody, you getting played like an asshole
Because your girl keep dipping in your cash flow
Who paid for the screens in the Range Rover?
Who paid for the Ds on the 64?
I'll tell you who bought it, you did
Damn, homie, why you looking clueless?
Shawty been tricking off stupid
And I probably got more for Christmas than you did
Living like a gigolo
Saks Fifth Ave., your girl buying me winter clothes
Tank full of gas in the Jaguar, thank you, ho
Or should I say, thank you, bro
Because it's all on you
She supposed to buy for some of my homies, too
And my cousin Lil Will need a Power Wheel
And I'm gonna get that all from your bitch
[Hook]
[Hook - (Darryl):]
I got a new set of rims and a flat screen for the crib
(All from your bitch)
I got two G's to get my homeboy for his rent
(All from your bitch)
I got enough money to go and get a pound of that purp
(All from your bitch)
(All from your bitch)
Yes, I got it
(All from your bitch)
[Verse:]
Homebody, you getting played like an asshole
Because your girl keep dipping in your cash flow
Who paid for the screens in the Range Rover?
Who paid for the Ds on the 64?
I'll tell you who bought it, you did
Damn, homie, why you looking clueless?
Shawty been tricking off stupid
And I probably got more for Christmas than you did
Living like a gigolo
Saks Fifth Ave., your girl buying me winter clothes
Tank full of gas in the Jaguar, thank you, ho
Or should I say, thank you, bro
Because it's all on you
She supposed to buy for some of my homies, too
And my cousin Lil Will need a Power Wheel
And I'm gonna get that all from your bitch
[Hook]
Paper Bagz lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Top Gunz & Young Roddy)
[Verse 1:?]
Jackboys badly wanna jack me
You know I keep smacking bundles right where the stacks be
Going hard, running that raw like a track meet
You know I ain't got a fucking mile on a rap sheet
But I'm still that rapper, who's a well known trapper
And blows money because he's one hell of a bachelor
Hauling and ball-hogging, why try to match him?
I mustard the flow, y'all still trying to catch up
Whip the soft white like a jar of that mayo
Packaging fishscale, with my digital that make you spit a earl
You get the [?], little girl in your world
The white I get out the pipeline, light as a pearl
American Gangster, killer city, Tookie Williams
Y'all beef and jawjack, we just shoot to kill 'em
On a mission and a nigga ain't stopping me
Trying to invest and gets some niggas front property
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Too many flavors to ever be duplicated
That's why the ladies get so elated every time they see me
Louie V. beanie, Countach Lamborghini
With a couple of Swedish sweeties rocking string-bean bikinis
Try to pull me over for speeding, I will be leaving
Shawty give me head, in her mouth I will be skeeting
I'm in Italy meeting with models I will be sleeping
Will probably do three of four of those in the evening
After that I'm leaving, back to the United States
Ol' ass Chevy, brand new paper plates
I'm trying to be a star like the side of my Bathing Apes
I'm headed to the bar, everybody get a taste
Sipping that red wine, smoking them grape vines
Taking pictures for my niggas who off in them cell blocks doing that fed time
Just to show 'em what I'm living what I'm saying in my rhymes
[Verse 3 - Street Wiz:]
It's high tech, why yes, rhyme veterans
Statutory raping hot tracks, flame [?]
I'm a keep it coming like some weather never letting up
You shutting up because your girlfriend, I wet it up
I'm clever but the magician running with me crazy
Them fast [?] got me switching out the windows lately
My game tighter than your vision
At first you thought you saw him for a second, now you missing
And I'm a real pimp, in your dreams, it's realer than it seems
I'm twilight zone and you missing in between
Check, it's non-stop, tick-tock in attendance
If money is the object than I'm starring in the scrimmage
Running back the intercept, scoring every minute
I'm rolling coast-to-coast, chiefing on spinach
5950 fine brimmer
Snapshots of the ladies of [?] I be [?] in the winter
The hottest click of the summer
Fly boy pimping sky high when you look up
Bitch catching whiplash, the magic got her shook up
Admire how I'm playing my cards, the green trap star
Plush with the lyrics how I'm lacing these bars
[Verse 4 - Young Roddy:]
I used to have a hood rat, now I've got a boss bitch
Started with small cash, now I stack large chips
I had a small gun, but I kept a large clip
A team of gorillas to make them niggas forfeit
And I ain't never had shit, was hungry like an orphan
God damn right, I risk my life to make a fortune
I switched my hustle and now a nigga banking
Shit, and all the weed smoke had a nigga stanking
The [?] held me down like an anchor
I'm from a spot where they hide crack by they anus
It's getting hard to live, you know how the block go
I love my mom to death for playing my pop's role
And every other day, a nigga [?] from the cops, yo
We bust back when them cats let them shots go
And now I'm making major cash
It feel good to get my money back in paper bags
Jackboys badly wanna jack me
You know I keep smacking bundles right where the stacks be
Going hard, running that raw like a track meet
You know I ain't got a fucking mile on a rap sheet
But I'm still that rapper, who's a well known trapper
And blows money because he's one hell of a bachelor
Hauling and ball-hogging, why try to match him?
I mustard the flow, y'all still trying to catch up
Whip the soft white like a jar of that mayo
Packaging fishscale, with my digital that make you spit a earl
You get the [?], little girl in your world
The white I get out the pipeline, light as a pearl
American Gangster, killer city, Tookie Williams
Y'all beef and jawjack, we just shoot to kill 'em
On a mission and a nigga ain't stopping me
Trying to invest and gets some niggas front property
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Too many flavors to ever be duplicated
That's why the ladies get so elated every time they see me
Louie V. beanie, Countach Lamborghini
With a couple of Swedish sweeties rocking string-bean bikinis
Try to pull me over for speeding, I will be leaving
Shawty give me head, in her mouth I will be skeeting
I'm in Italy meeting with models I will be sleeping
Will probably do three of four of those in the evening
After that I'm leaving, back to the United States
Ol' ass Chevy, brand new paper plates
I'm trying to be a star like the side of my Bathing Apes
I'm headed to the bar, everybody get a taste
Sipping that red wine, smoking them grape vines
Taking pictures for my niggas who off in them cell blocks doing that fed time
Just to show 'em what I'm living what I'm saying in my rhymes
[Verse 3 - Street Wiz:]
It's high tech, why yes, rhyme veterans
Statutory raping hot tracks, flame [?]
I'm a keep it coming like some weather never letting up
You shutting up because your girlfriend, I wet it up
I'm clever but the magician running with me crazy
Them fast [?] got me switching out the windows lately
My game tighter than your vision
At first you thought you saw him for a second, now you missing
And I'm a real pimp, in your dreams, it's realer than it seems
I'm twilight zone and you missing in between
Check, it's non-stop, tick-tock in attendance
If money is the object than I'm starring in the scrimmage
Running back the intercept, scoring every minute
I'm rolling coast-to-coast, chiefing on spinach
5950 fine brimmer
Snapshots of the ladies of [?] I be [?] in the winter
The hottest click of the summer
Fly boy pimping sky high when you look up
Bitch catching whiplash, the magic got her shook up
Admire how I'm playing my cards, the green trap star
Plush with the lyrics how I'm lacing these bars
[Verse 4 - Young Roddy:]
I used to have a hood rat, now I've got a boss bitch
Started with small cash, now I stack large chips
I had a small gun, but I kept a large clip
A team of gorillas to make them niggas forfeit
And I ain't never had shit, was hungry like an orphan
God damn right, I risk my life to make a fortune
I switched my hustle and now a nigga banking
Shit, and all the weed smoke had a nigga stanking
The [?] held me down like an anchor
I'm from a spot where they hide crack by they anus
It's getting hard to live, you know how the block go
I love my mom to death for playing my pop's role
And every other day, a nigga [?] from the cops, yo
We bust back when them cats let them shots go
And now I'm making major cash
It feel good to get my money back in paper bags
Redline lyrics - Curren$y
Pushing the engine to the red line
Exhaust rumbling, gasoline guzzling
Stomping on the gas pedal
Heavy metal blasting through the stereo
Last action hero just found a needle in a haystack
And we all know the chances of that
Scratch like an alley cat, swinging like a battle-axe through the streets of the city
The same roads that once flowed like the Mississippi
Thank God, didn't need the coast guard to come and get me
The water didn't get that high where I was living
But presently ya boy been chilling
I put the Cut, dog, in the shop to T-top the ceiling
Reeling in this bitches because they feel me in my lyrics
I never talk it if I don't live it because that will get you picked apart by critics
We do it in the dark and [?] but in will come the light in a matter of minutes
I give it to 'em, real shit, minus the gimmicks
From skateboard kids to stovetop chemists
A lot of niggas hear it but hate on it because they fear it
Waiting on the album and it's almost finished
Gotta put the lock on the column of steering
Because niggas see your old school and wanna get in it
Just heard the gun store was having a clearance
Buy every gun and bring it back to the building
Reinforce this motherfucker like it's a fortress
In case a nigga pull a [?] while I'm recording
Goons in the room and they will be waiting for them
You don't want to get an applauding from this audience
It's nonsense if you talking of coming for the kid
I hit your hoe with different strokes like the Drummond kids
Roll through the club with two blonde haired chicks
My hood niggas thought I was with the Olsen twins
Because I do it so big on a 100 yard field I would still not fit
Exhaust rumbling, gasoline guzzling
Stomping on the gas pedal
Heavy metal blasting through the stereo
Last action hero just found a needle in a haystack
And we all know the chances of that
Scratch like an alley cat, swinging like a battle-axe through the streets of the city
The same roads that once flowed like the Mississippi
Thank God, didn't need the coast guard to come and get me
The water didn't get that high where I was living
But presently ya boy been chilling
I put the Cut, dog, in the shop to T-top the ceiling
Reeling in this bitches because they feel me in my lyrics
I never talk it if I don't live it because that will get you picked apart by critics
We do it in the dark and [?] but in will come the light in a matter of minutes
I give it to 'em, real shit, minus the gimmicks
From skateboard kids to stovetop chemists
A lot of niggas hear it but hate on it because they fear it
Waiting on the album and it's almost finished
Gotta put the lock on the column of steering
Because niggas see your old school and wanna get in it
Just heard the gun store was having a clearance
Buy every gun and bring it back to the building
Reinforce this motherfucker like it's a fortress
In case a nigga pull a [?] while I'm recording
Goons in the room and they will be waiting for them
You don't want to get an applauding from this audience
It's nonsense if you talking of coming for the kid
I hit your hoe with different strokes like the Drummond kids
Roll through the club with two blonde haired chicks
My hood niggas thought I was with the Olsen twins
Because I do it so big on a 100 yard field I would still not fit
Money Gone To My Head lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young A & Young Roddy)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
A lime to a lemon, my New Orleans woman
Ain't coming if she don't find nobody to watch her children
And if she do, then we will do what grown folks do until we done
But if she can't find a babysitter then I ain't tripping, I'll just get another bitch to come
Curren$y the hot spitter, heavy dope, fucking the same bitches who wasn't feeling a nigga a couple years ago
Shitting on 'em, oh yeah, you feel me now, so what?
You wanna come through, spark a few and get tore up?
Put that dick on you that'll make you curl your toes up
You like to hear me talk nasty, huh?
Listening to Young Money CDs while you're in the car with your boyfriend
Thinking about the last time you gave that pussy to me
Had you cumming on yourself before I even put it all in
[Hook x2:]
Some of them hoes I used to holler at, [?] I don't even pay attention no more
Money gone to my head
You used to act bad with that pussy, now I'm acting bad with that dick
I'm killing them hoes softly, not too hard, making 'em sick
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Pick me up, now I'm jazzy like Jeff is
Killed the morning, back home by the next shift
Hooked up with Spitter now my name's on the guest list
Dazed up, stay gone off the best shit
Caked up, got 'em loving the necklace
She say I stay strapped with more guns than a western
A nigga making money now them hoes wanna sex him
Yeah prank calling, pop up texting
But they weren't around when a nigga went to stressing
So it's M.O.B., but shit, I'm a ladies man
She got fresh sheets, but you know I'm staining that
Cop the whip black, but you know I'm flaming that
You know the boy gutta, ain't shit changing that
She say 'smile, ' and I mug for the camera
High word to your mother, now word to the manner
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Young A:]
I got my mind right, focused like a psychic
Niggas on that bullshit, I'm trying to live righteous
Thinking about her life spin 'round and 'round
It's the same old shit with repetitive style
We could change it up
Have the bitches looking strange as fuck
Like when a nigga buys a car with the frame of a truck
So we breeze real smooth in the fast lane
Your girl got the head crack, addiction to the glass pipe
Vision of a flashlight, passed the songs
Young hustlers with the ice and the flashy cars
That attract the broads
Take a pause, never mind them
A whip like a chick, just something to slide in
I dive right in with my love glove on
I knew you two days, if you love, love on
Grips from a steel heart, no I could never be your man, but we still talk
We still talk
[Hook]
A lime to a lemon, my New Orleans woman
Ain't coming if she don't find nobody to watch her children
And if she do, then we will do what grown folks do until we done
But if she can't find a babysitter then I ain't tripping, I'll just get another bitch to come
Curren$y the hot spitter, heavy dope, fucking the same bitches who wasn't feeling a nigga a couple years ago
Shitting on 'em, oh yeah, you feel me now, so what?
You wanna come through, spark a few and get tore up?
Put that dick on you that'll make you curl your toes up
You like to hear me talk nasty, huh?
Listening to Young Money CDs while you're in the car with your boyfriend
Thinking about the last time you gave that pussy to me
Had you cumming on yourself before I even put it all in
[Hook x2:]
Some of them hoes I used to holler at, [?] I don't even pay attention no more
Money gone to my head
You used to act bad with that pussy, now I'm acting bad with that dick
I'm killing them hoes softly, not too hard, making 'em sick
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Pick me up, now I'm jazzy like Jeff is
Killed the morning, back home by the next shift
Hooked up with Spitter now my name's on the guest list
Dazed up, stay gone off the best shit
Caked up, got 'em loving the necklace
She say I stay strapped with more guns than a western
A nigga making money now them hoes wanna sex him
Yeah prank calling, pop up texting
But they weren't around when a nigga went to stressing
So it's M.O.B., but shit, I'm a ladies man
She got fresh sheets, but you know I'm staining that
Cop the whip black, but you know I'm flaming that
You know the boy gutta, ain't shit changing that
She say 'smile, ' and I mug for the camera
High word to your mother, now word to the manner
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Young A:]
I got my mind right, focused like a psychic
Niggas on that bullshit, I'm trying to live righteous
Thinking about her life spin 'round and 'round
It's the same old shit with repetitive style
We could change it up
Have the bitches looking strange as fuck
Like when a nigga buys a car with the frame of a truck
So we breeze real smooth in the fast lane
Your girl got the head crack, addiction to the glass pipe
Vision of a flashlight, passed the songs
Young hustlers with the ice and the flashy cars
That attract the broads
Take a pause, never mind them
A whip like a chick, just something to slide in
I dive right in with my love glove on
I knew you two days, if you love, love on
Grips from a steel heart, no I could never be your man, but we still talk
We still talk
[Hook]
Don Data lyrics - Curren$y
{Please enter your password, then press pound
You have one new voice message
First voice message
Message marked urgent}
[Ox:]
Hey yo
The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He maketh Ox and Curren$y lie down in green pastures
Yea though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death
We fear no evil
[?] Ox and Curren$y AK-47, a fucking desert eagle
[?]
I am the original [?] don dada, you heard?
[Curren$y:]
That was the homie Ox, you niggas know him from Belly
The nigga's really that nigga, for real, for real
Wake up in the morning and I get myself together
Make sure I'm fly before I step out in that weather
Because them jive-ass niggas trying to ruffle my feathers
Because I'm 760 beamer wide, 747 fly
Up in the crib watching Vanilla Sky
Vanilla cigarillos, I'm very high
I got an incense burner smelling like cherry pie
Bitches is finally learning that I am the guy
1-9-6-4 I-M-P-A-L-A in L.A
Right in the middle of the city where Terry stay
Felli Fel showed me how to work the interstate
N.O. loco on the license plate
And then it's back to the N.O
07 Carerra I copped from Jay Leno
Fuck that girl and leave her boyfriend a memo
Spitta, nigga, wake up and smell the roses
Young Money, Curren$y, the flow is awesome
Widebody Benz, but the rims is Carlsson
Could have chose Borbets, but forget about it
That heater, I got it under my seat tucked
That's just in case a nigga wanna stir some ground chuck
I'd rather not let the four pound bust
I'll put some money on your head and have you scared to drive your truck
These niggas playing all kind of games in my city
So every time I move I gotta bring my rounds with me
Niggas try to hit me, but I'm like AIDS test results
Got them boys scared to come and get me
Spitta
You have one new voice message
First voice message
Message marked urgent}
[Ox:]
Hey yo
The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He maketh Ox and Curren$y lie down in green pastures
Yea though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death
We fear no evil
[?] Ox and Curren$y AK-47, a fucking desert eagle
[?]
I am the original [?] don dada, you heard?
[Curren$y:]
That was the homie Ox, you niggas know him from Belly
The nigga's really that nigga, for real, for real
Wake up in the morning and I get myself together
Make sure I'm fly before I step out in that weather
Because them jive-ass niggas trying to ruffle my feathers
Because I'm 760 beamer wide, 747 fly
Up in the crib watching Vanilla Sky
Vanilla cigarillos, I'm very high
I got an incense burner smelling like cherry pie
Bitches is finally learning that I am the guy
1-9-6-4 I-M-P-A-L-A in L.A
Right in the middle of the city where Terry stay
Felli Fel showed me how to work the interstate
N.O. loco on the license plate
And then it's back to the N.O
07 Carerra I copped from Jay Leno
Fuck that girl and leave her boyfriend a memo
Spitta, nigga, wake up and smell the roses
Young Money, Curren$y, the flow is awesome
Widebody Benz, but the rims is Carlsson
Could have chose Borbets, but forget about it
That heater, I got it under my seat tucked
That's just in case a nigga wanna stir some ground chuck
I'd rather not let the four pound bust
I'll put some money on your head and have you scared to drive your truck
These niggas playing all kind of games in my city
So every time I move I gotta bring my rounds with me
Niggas try to hit me, but I'm like AIDS test results
Got them boys scared to come and get me
Spitta
Shooterz Zone lyrics - Curren$y
Skyline of the city where they repaired the Super Dome
And National Guard troopers roam
Because of this it's still the shooters zone
Because a lot of the wiling niggas is movin home
And they hungry homie, they only skin and bones
And they gotta eat something
And I'm getting money
So I probably look like a turkey and corn bread stuffing
To a little nigga with nothin in his stomach
That's why I don't wear more than that ice when I'm out stuntin
Cause niggas know my rights and I'm licensed to carry somethin
You could take a chance with your life when your out in public
Be cool as the fuck but everybody don't love ya
Nigga's don't wanna see ya with it
Dressed all glittered, impressing the bitches
Smilin in your pictures, wiling with all ya niggas
Coppin' Dodge Chargers as gifts for ya killers
Nigga's just livin
But wolves on the outside lookin in
And they just trying to bring ya good times till the end
Cancel your show, make this your last season
Senseless murders that never really had reason
You will shine and have wood nearly tweeking
He was jealous and that second you was not breathing
That's why I drop like rain
In and out the club before the DJ even say my name
Cause I ain't gotta stay long
Only thing I'm looking for is something to take home
Jack boys faking like they talking on a pay phone
Slipping at the red light, end up with your face gone
[Hook:]
So much on my mind I just can't recline
And I done tried to quit smoking about a million times
Breath in, listening to beats as they play
Breath out, after I think of what I'm bout to say
Ahhhhh
Now I'm right back where I said I'd never go again
Sun roof opening, moon light poking in
Haters I'm scoping them
Dippin with the A
Cause even cool niggas fall victim to the streets
[Outro:]
Oh niggas think its a game out there
Boy, man this motherfucker look like a fuckin straight forest nigga
You will get your head knocked off anywhere
I will give a fuckin, some old guy just got killed taking a piss
Outside an abandoned house
You better be lookin out nigga
Because it's goin down
Oh niggas think it's a game?
And National Guard troopers roam
Because of this it's still the shooters zone
Because a lot of the wiling niggas is movin home
And they hungry homie, they only skin and bones
And they gotta eat something
And I'm getting money
So I probably look like a turkey and corn bread stuffing
To a little nigga with nothin in his stomach
That's why I don't wear more than that ice when I'm out stuntin
Cause niggas know my rights and I'm licensed to carry somethin
You could take a chance with your life when your out in public
Be cool as the fuck but everybody don't love ya
Nigga's don't wanna see ya with it
Dressed all glittered, impressing the bitches
Smilin in your pictures, wiling with all ya niggas
Coppin' Dodge Chargers as gifts for ya killers
Nigga's just livin
But wolves on the outside lookin in
And they just trying to bring ya good times till the end
Cancel your show, make this your last season
Senseless murders that never really had reason
You will shine and have wood nearly tweeking
He was jealous and that second you was not breathing
That's why I drop like rain
In and out the club before the DJ even say my name
Cause I ain't gotta stay long
Only thing I'm looking for is something to take home
Jack boys faking like they talking on a pay phone
Slipping at the red light, end up with your face gone
[Hook:]
So much on my mind I just can't recline
And I done tried to quit smoking about a million times
Breath in, listening to beats as they play
Breath out, after I think of what I'm bout to say
Ahhhhh
Now I'm right back where I said I'd never go again
Sun roof opening, moon light poking in
Haters I'm scoping them
Dippin with the A
Cause even cool niggas fall victim to the streets
[Outro:]
Oh niggas think its a game out there
Boy, man this motherfucker look like a fuckin straight forest nigga
You will get your head knocked off anywhere
I will give a fuckin, some old guy just got killed taking a piss
Outside an abandoned house
You better be lookin out nigga
Because it's goin down
Oh niggas think it's a game?
Lysol lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
("Life At 30,000 Feet" Version)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Bum stickity bum stickity bum bum
I ain't gotta tell you where I come from
New Orleans back in the G
I shoulda won best dressed nigga in the high school
But they hated on me and gave it to another dude but it's cool
Look at how the tables turn around
I'm New Orleans flyest I earned my crown
Baby girl can't deny that she won't be down
With kid Crayola colors is all over the place
My shoes is red and my hat is green
It don't really match but I'm still so clean
D&G belt just to hold up my jeans
Glow-in-the-dark Nikes Dunk SBs
You rocking eye sores boss you ain't got these
Take that shit off and spend a little cheese
And if you're not happy with your personal steez
Take your girl's advice and copy off me
(Oh yes, this the Lysol flow
Come through the club take all y'all hoes)
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
I used to hustle for fresh clothes and sneakers
Never thought I'd be sipping Hen and smoking reefer
I'm trying my best to duck the grim reaper
Shit, gotta bust a move before that nigga sneak up
I'm stressed out so I puff 'till the L gone
And I know to watch my mouth on the cell phone
There's no days off, trap 'till the mail's gone
And spitta grabbed a nigga out the L zone
They got dope weed and pistols there
Put some thugs on the whip, you get bitches stare
But ain't shit sweet, don't get it twisted there
It used to be blurry now it's crystal clear
And I'm still trying to make more than Pablo
It's like I jumped of the porch with a blindfold
And all the dro smoke got me with my eyes closed
Fuck buzzin we only break for 5-0
And I ain't scared I'm just cautious
It's fly boys I'm in a circle filled with bosses
(Yup oh yup it's the Lysol flow
Come to the club take all your hoes)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Bum stickity bum stickity bum bum
I ain't gotta tell you where I come from
New Orleans back in the G
I shoulda won best dressed nigga in the high school
But they hated on me and gave it to another dude but it's cool
Look at how the tables turn around
I'm New Orleans flyest I earned my crown
Baby girl can't deny that she won't be down
With kid Crayola colors is all over the place
My shoes is red and my hat is green
It don't really match but I'm still so clean
D&G belt just to hold up my jeans
Glow-in-the-dark Nikes Dunk SBs
You rocking eye sores boss you ain't got these
Take that shit off and spend a little cheese
And if you're not happy with your personal steez
Take your girl's advice and copy off me
(Oh yes, this the Lysol flow
Come through the club take all y'all hoes)
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
I used to hustle for fresh clothes and sneakers
Never thought I'd be sipping Hen and smoking reefer
I'm trying my best to duck the grim reaper
Shit, gotta bust a move before that nigga sneak up
I'm stressed out so I puff 'till the L gone
And I know to watch my mouth on the cell phone
There's no days off, trap 'till the mail's gone
And spitta grabbed a nigga out the L zone
They got dope weed and pistols there
Put some thugs on the whip, you get bitches stare
But ain't shit sweet, don't get it twisted there
It used to be blurry now it's crystal clear
And I'm still trying to make more than Pablo
It's like I jumped of the porch with a blindfold
And all the dro smoke got me with my eyes closed
Fuck buzzin we only break for 5-0
And I ain't scared I'm just cautious
It's fly boys I'm in a circle filled with bosses
(Yup oh yup it's the Lysol flow
Come to the club take all your hoes)
Rise Up lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
Yeah
Curren$y Tha Hot Spitta
Young Money nigga
Cash Money nigga
Fly Society
Tell them pussy ass niggas don't bother me
Fly Society, tell them pussy ass niggas don't...
Hot Spitta nigga fuck ho's make cheese
Down with a camp called YME
Now if you wanna join the team you know must see me
But I don't trust too many niggas, ain't they all police?
So get them all away from me, cause all they do is hate on me
Wanna lock me up. throw the key away and shut the gate on me
Asalaam alaikum to my neighbors from the Nation
I'm a Christian but I dig some of the things that they be sayin'
About the state of the black man, how we need to rise up
Shoot for the stars, boy you need to raise your eyes up
Wise up homie cause the government don't give a fuck
Why we get shot in the hood, they out hunting ducks
Watching baseball games, goin' ice fishin'
While you slingin' hard pieces tryin' to have a nice christmas
And they the ones who brought it to the hood, they started it
They just mad you gettin' rich off it
[Outro]
Yeah
Curren$y Tha Hot Spitta
Young Money nigga
Cash Money nigga
Fly Society
Tell them pussy ass niggas don't bother me
Fly Society, tell them pussy ass niggas don't...
Hot Spitta nigga fuck ho's make cheese
Down with a camp called YME
Now if you wanna join the team you know must see me
But I don't trust too many niggas, ain't they all police?
So get them all away from me, cause all they do is hate on me
Wanna lock me up. throw the key away and shut the gate on me
Asalaam alaikum to my neighbors from the Nation
I'm a Christian but I dig some of the things that they be sayin'
About the state of the black man, how we need to rise up
Shoot for the stars, boy you need to raise your eyes up
Wise up homie cause the government don't give a fuck
Why we get shot in the hood, they out hunting ducks
Watching baseball games, goin' ice fishin'
While you slingin' hard pieces tryin' to have a nice christmas
And they the ones who brought it to the hood, they started it
They just mad you gettin' rich off it
[Outro]
Down For My Niggaz Freestyle lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Yeah, fuck them other niggas
I'm going to bang one of them boys up
Hot Spitta nigga, big chains, plenty cars and trucks
Boy, you talking crazy you don't want no war with us
Cause' if you fuck with us the coroner will pick them up
And I'll ride with a 9 on my side
T- crooked R- U, until the day a nigga die
A lot of other niggas wanna ride how I ride
I was pushing jaguars before I was old enough to drive
Hot Spitta- big figure- well known
Whodi was tripping had to leave them boys alone
The niggas been gave me the scoop on you homes
Told me to get what I could get and then be gone nigga, yeah!
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
At any given time I can swing through, push a money green coupe
Blacked-out tints you don't see me but I see you
Don't search, Checking for guns just let me through
20 thugs with me and they're coming in for free too
Rich boys, man you know how we roll dog
[?] With Twinky and Stanley, that's my roll dog
Catch me on a lot in Miami getting cars dog
Shawty mad at me because I don't accept her phone calls
Hot Spitta and I'm working with some cheese bruh
I'm on my own I ain't fucking with no skeezers
Catch me in a club night laying down my stunt black viper
White rally stripes
Looking like a skunk nigga
Yeah, fuck them other niggas
I'm going to bang one of them boys up
Hot Spitta nigga, big chains, plenty cars and trucks
Boy, you talking crazy you don't want no war with us
Cause' if you fuck with us the coroner will pick them up
And I'll ride with a 9 on my side
T- crooked R- U, until the day a nigga die
A lot of other niggas wanna ride how I ride
I was pushing jaguars before I was old enough to drive
Hot Spitta- big figure- well known
Whodi was tripping had to leave them boys alone
The niggas been gave me the scoop on you homes
Told me to get what I could get and then be gone nigga, yeah!
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
At any given time I can swing through, push a money green coupe
Blacked-out tints you don't see me but I see you
Don't search, Checking for guns just let me through
20 thugs with me and they're coming in for free too
Rich boys, man you know how we roll dog
[?] With Twinky and Stanley, that's my roll dog
Catch me on a lot in Miami getting cars dog
Shawty mad at me because I don't accept her phone calls
Hot Spitta and I'm working with some cheese bruh
I'm on my own I ain't fucking with no skeezers
Catch me in a club night laying down my stunt black viper
White rally stripes
Looking like a skunk nigga
Defenseless lyrics - Curren$y
For the homie I just seen
Just seen him for Thanksgiving
Tryna make a mil and not get killed
Cause your life only matters to your immediate family
Lil daddy this shit real they'll flip you
Looking through fear goggles
A successful scholar just a dangerous nigga
You get too close they squeeze the trigger, self defense ya
Take from the world something that was God given
And they keep doing it too
Got me nervous as fuck in the Coupe
Like I got 10 unwrapped birds in my Coupe
And I ain't riding with shit but a soda
Cop still drawing weapons on the pull over
Civilians playing sheriff too
Hunt ya down like it's the thing to do
I only said it cause it's true
Cause it's true
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
It's about the ruler keep your head up
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
Know you dealing with some real shit
Rest in peace to Joe McKnight
The vocal booth is more potent than the voting booth
Smoking one for his whole hood
Y'all stay up
Just seen him for Thanksgiving
Tryna make a mil and not get killed
Cause your life only matters to your immediate family
Lil daddy this shit real they'll flip you
Looking through fear goggles
A successful scholar just a dangerous nigga
You get too close they squeeze the trigger, self defense ya
Take from the world something that was God given
And they keep doing it too
Got me nervous as fuck in the Coupe
Like I got 10 unwrapped birds in my Coupe
And I ain't riding with shit but a soda
Cop still drawing weapons on the pull over
Civilians playing sheriff too
Hunt ya down like it's the thing to do
I only said it cause it's true
Cause it's true
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
It's about the ruler keep your head up
The vocal booth more potent than the voting booth
Know you dealing with some real shit
Rest in peace to Joe McKnight
The vocal booth is more potent than the voting booth
Smoking one for his whole hood
Y'all stay up
For Nothin lyrics - Curren$y
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run 'em
Rosé popping 'round the club
Baby girl, you know I ain't coming
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run 'em
7 chains on, walking 'round my house I ain't going out
Washed my car left the park driver look like a car lot
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
7 chains on, walking 'round my house I ain't going out
Washed my car left the park driver look like the car lot
Smoked out in the coffee shop
Camaro with targo tops
You know that the motor hot
Hit that bitch with the LSY, can't handle the shit I got
Make sure that your camera was in my watch
The shit I drop is quickly copped
They figure I'm slinging rocks
What they based it on, the money I make from touring
Being away from home
Still I return to the danger zone
Skating on Dayton chrome to show 'em I made it, homes
Jet Life, we the kings of underground
Bump Pimp C when I came down
[?] fuck around, when we come around
On the couch with all my rings on
What you getting in tonight
Not a motherfucking thang, homes
Fuck what you lil hoes talking 'bout
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run 'em
Might pass 'round the club but you know I'm not coming
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get high as fuck for nothin'
I'm high and fuck with nothin'
Crying [?]
I'm a OG I fuck for nothin'
You had to pay her to touch it
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run 'em
Rosé popping 'round the club
Baby girl, you know I ain't coming
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run 'em
7 chains on, walking 'round my house I ain't going out
Washed my car left the park driver look like a car lot
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
7 chains on, walking 'round my house I ain't going out
Washed my car left the park driver look like the car lot
Smoked out in the coffee shop
Camaro with targo tops
You know that the motor hot
Hit that bitch with the LSY, can't handle the shit I got
Make sure that your camera was in my watch
The shit I drop is quickly copped
They figure I'm slinging rocks
What they based it on, the money I make from touring
Being away from home
Still I return to the danger zone
Skating on Dayton chrome to show 'em I made it, homes
Jet Life, we the kings of underground
Bump Pimp C when I came down
[?] fuck around, when we come around
On the couch with all my rings on
What you getting in tonight
Not a motherfucking thang, homes
Fuck what you lil hoes talking 'bout
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run 'em
Might pass 'round the club but you know I'm not coming
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get fly as fuck for nothin'
I get high as fuck for nothin'
I'm high and fuck with nothin'
Crying [?]
I'm a OG I fuck for nothin'
You had to pay her to touch it
I Can't Go Back lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Juvenile)
[Intro - Curren$y:]
Goddamn right
Man this good here
You think it's happening right now?
You think it's happening right now?
I'm wondering if we should even smoke this one
Cause I don't think my throat can handle it
I might just have to keep this mothafucka myself
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Slid through like bacon grease on my shoes
Coupe brand new
Old hoe sit chickenhead, bitch caught the bird flu
Holiday wreath on my New Year's Wraith
Niggas can't take, so they hate
My dogs say
One of them pussy ass niggas might reach one day
So he wait, in case he gotta blow one of the niggas away
Damn, I'm just tryna stack my cake, man
Why don't you do the same?
Talkin' down on the ones comin' up, oh that's so lame
You should be ashamed, I'm sayin'
Get up, get out, get it
Don't be mad when you see me with it
Ask me how I did it, I'm a real nigga, chop game with you
All about them digital digits
More cash than we could ever stash
Burn it all down like some OG hash, yeah
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
[Verse 2 - Juvenile:]
I bet I get my money right, wrongdoin' every night
Walk through that dark tunnel, it's my time to see the light
And I don't follow protocol, I don't be actin' like I might
Wipe tears from my girl's eyes for the last time
Baby I'm about to blow up like a landmine
They was hidin' the plug from me, now we got the same lines
Smokin' binds from the hills of California
Nothin' like that garbage niggas sell on every corner that you buy from
When I finish stuntin' it's your turn
It's about how much you earn
That should be your number one concern, woadie
And there really ain't no guidelines
You should be writin' your own book
Like me cause I don't rock with these youngsters
I got my own look
Opinions' just like assholes: everybody got 'em
And I hate when niggas make their problems everybody's problems
Nigga tellin' me like I'm a really care about his problems
All I care about is how big is my share for tomorrow
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
Goddamn right
Man this good here
You think it's happening right now?
You think it's happening right now?
I'm wondering if we should even smoke this one
Cause I don't think my throat can handle it
I might just have to keep this mothafucka myself
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Slid through like bacon grease on my shoes
Coupe brand new
Old hoe sit chickenhead, bitch caught the bird flu
Holiday wreath on my New Year's Wraith
Niggas can't take, so they hate
My dogs say
One of them pussy ass niggas might reach one day
So he wait, in case he gotta blow one of the niggas away
Damn, I'm just tryna stack my cake, man
Why don't you do the same?
Talkin' down on the ones comin' up, oh that's so lame
You should be ashamed, I'm sayin'
Get up, get out, get it
Don't be mad when you see me with it
Ask me how I did it, I'm a real nigga, chop game with you
All about them digital digits
More cash than we could ever stash
Burn it all down like some OG hash, yeah
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
[Verse 2 - Juvenile:]
I bet I get my money right, wrongdoin' every night
Walk through that dark tunnel, it's my time to see the light
And I don't follow protocol, I don't be actin' like I might
Wipe tears from my girl's eyes for the last time
Baby I'm about to blow up like a landmine
They was hidin' the plug from me, now we got the same lines
Smokin' binds from the hills of California
Nothin' like that garbage niggas sell on every corner that you buy from
When I finish stuntin' it's your turn
It's about how much you earn
That should be your number one concern, woadie
And there really ain't no guidelines
You should be writin' your own book
Like me cause I don't rock with these youngsters
I got my own look
Opinions' just like assholes: everybody got 'em
And I hate when niggas make their problems everybody's problems
Nigga tellin' me like I'm a really care about his problems
All I care about is how big is my share for tomorrow
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
I Got The Keys (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y
People always askin' me the key
Tell you on they own and not the G
Keys as old as 1963
All the way to 2017
I done drove the shit you never seen
Never sellin', I keep everything
Never trade it, wanna buy another
I just paid for all them motherfuckers
Had to buy another house just to park the cars at
Hard to buy a storage space just so I could stash all them Cadillacs
Trucks and all that, bad bitch been fuckin' all that
Dropped her jaw when she saw that
Big Benz with the curtains drawn back
Big deal, that's what you call that
My dawg called me last night
Said you gotta get on this beat that
That I got the keys, the keys
Cause you really got some keys
Carry a horse, the tops come off
Or I might hop in the business piece
4.6 Range Rover with fog lights, bitch I'm Jay Z
Might give 'em that hot boss style
Bentley all large with the TVs
Bitch, it don't matter to me
Just let me know what you want see
Cause I really got them keys
From slinging' that audio D
96, double S like Master P
And that Cali-o back in the G
I'm doin' this shit for the Gs
Dippin' on Ds like Easy E
Fly and spurt like Pimp C
2 cars, that's like 18
Parkin' lot outside my house
From the sky, it's not hard to spot
I been runnin' too hard to stop
With my switch, I make that 4 drop
Tell you on they own and not the G
Keys as old as 1963
All the way to 2017
I done drove the shit you never seen
Never sellin', I keep everything
Never trade it, wanna buy another
I just paid for all them motherfuckers
Had to buy another house just to park the cars at
Hard to buy a storage space just so I could stash all them Cadillacs
Trucks and all that, bad bitch been fuckin' all that
Dropped her jaw when she saw that
Big Benz with the curtains drawn back
Big deal, that's what you call that
My dawg called me last night
Said you gotta get on this beat that
That I got the keys, the keys
Cause you really got some keys
Carry a horse, the tops come off
Or I might hop in the business piece
4.6 Range Rover with fog lights, bitch I'm Jay Z
Might give 'em that hot boss style
Bentley all large with the TVs
Bitch, it don't matter to me
Just let me know what you want see
Cause I really got them keys
From slinging' that audio D
96, double S like Master P
And that Cali-o back in the G
I'm doin' this shit for the Gs
Dippin' on Ds like Easy E
Fly and spurt like Pimp C
2 cars, that's like 18
Parkin' lot outside my house
From the sky, it's not hard to spot
I been runnin' too hard to stop
With my switch, I make that 4 drop
I Think She Like Me lyrics - Curren$y
The eyes can't hide it, yeah she excited
Live's a lifer in front of her and she down to try it
Passenger seat, she so pretty watchin' me drivin'
Mesmerizin' these bad ones, my past time
And high sidin' on these haters, tell 'em don't try it
Trophy [?] for my weed I wanna smoke Heisman
Andretti OG, your dispensary need them P's
So they callin' me, we got the business out in SD
Now who rap about it and who really got it? Let's see
This the dialogue of pilots homie, this that fly speak
Purple camouflage bases, my fly sneaks high price
Your money short, you can't reach
She want boss conversation only, so you can't speak it
Finna take away your caine, see
This something that you can't be
Round the world sprinklin' capital G-A-M-E
My uncle Slam gave me, now may he rest in peace
May he rest in peace
G's make the world go 'round
Money make your girl go
G's make the world go 'round
Free C-Style
We gon' let that money pile in the meanwhile
It'll go down with my rap touchdown
Shout out to the homie Rozay for wearin' that motherfucking Jet Life chain everywhere he go too
We definitely see it
Live's a lifer in front of her and she down to try it
Passenger seat, she so pretty watchin' me drivin'
Mesmerizin' these bad ones, my past time
And high sidin' on these haters, tell 'em don't try it
Trophy [?] for my weed I wanna smoke Heisman
Andretti OG, your dispensary need them P's
So they callin' me, we got the business out in SD
Now who rap about it and who really got it? Let's see
This the dialogue of pilots homie, this that fly speak
Purple camouflage bases, my fly sneaks high price
Your money short, you can't reach
She want boss conversation only, so you can't speak it
Finna take away your caine, see
This something that you can't be
Round the world sprinklin' capital G-A-M-E
My uncle Slam gave me, now may he rest in peace
May he rest in peace
G's make the world go 'round
Money make your girl go
G's make the world go 'round
Free C-Style
We gon' let that money pile in the meanwhile
It'll go down with my rap touchdown
Shout out to the homie Rozay for wearin' that motherfucking Jet Life chain everywhere he go too
We definitely see it
Situations lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Curren$y:]
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm floatin', I'm killin' 'em
I'm floatin' off weed, [?] you lovin' is me
The price, you don't deal with them
I travel the world, 360 degrees
These hoes get adrenaline
They come to my crib, see all the TVs on the walls and the rooms that I'm livin' in
Why talk to these women friends?
Cause I'm spendin' benjamins
I hope y'all don't break up
Cause if y'all don't make up then I'll be the nigga to get revenge
No I ain't basic
She diggin' my style
Lovin' the way that I'm livin' so wild
Lovin' the way that I'm puttin' it down
Lovin' the way that I'm makin' her smile
Ain't had no really good dick and it's makin' her wild
And I'm the nigga that's with it
I'll start it and finish it
I'm with a broad that be tryna be innocent
I roll a joint she could probably hit it
Y'all will go broke in a matter of minutes
Ain't about the love, it's about the digits
See all this money in front of me
Young nigga gotta get it
[Curren$y:]
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
And I ain't came at a bitch neck yet, nigga
You just nervous, worried, depressed, stressed
I'm laid, stretched out, leg room, first class Taylor Gang jet
Niggas talkin' shit, I'd rather count up
Gossipin' another's shit is so childish
Keep that from 'round us
No squares in the Pentagon
By silent alarm, you have alerted the don
Now war already on
You crawlin' on the floor tryna get to your phone, nigga
It's desert storm, we outside your home, nigga
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
2009 a lot of y'all styles was born, ugh
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm floatin', I'm killin' 'em
I'm floatin' off weed, [?] you lovin' is me
The price, you don't deal with them
I travel the world, 360 degrees
These hoes get adrenaline
They come to my crib, see all the TVs on the walls and the rooms that I'm livin' in
Why talk to these women friends?
Cause I'm spendin' benjamins
I hope y'all don't break up
Cause if y'all don't make up then I'll be the nigga to get revenge
No I ain't basic
She diggin' my style
Lovin' the way that I'm livin' so wild
Lovin' the way that I'm puttin' it down
Lovin' the way that I'm makin' her smile
Ain't had no really good dick and it's makin' her wild
And I'm the nigga that's with it
I'll start it and finish it
I'm with a broad that be tryna be innocent
I roll a joint she could probably hit it
Y'all will go broke in a matter of minutes
Ain't about the love, it's about the digits
See all this money in front of me
Young nigga gotta get it
[Curren$y:]
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
And I ain't came at a bitch neck yet, nigga
You just nervous, worried, depressed, stressed
I'm laid, stretched out, leg room, first class Taylor Gang jet
Niggas talkin' shit, I'd rather count up
Gossipin' another's shit is so childish
Keep that from 'round us
No squares in the Pentagon
By silent alarm, you have alerted the don
Now war already on
You crawlin' on the floor tryna get to your phone, nigga
It's desert storm, we outside your home, nigga
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
2009 a lot of y'all styles was born, ugh
Situations will arise
We'll get high
Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player
Haitian niggas
Tellin' lies
They don't realize
That you gotta be smart about it, yeah
Still At It lyrics - Curren$y
Yellow paper, legal pad
Blueprinting these criminal plans
So simple in the right hands
Should it go cool as a fan
Long as we keep it in the fam
Grinding with outsiders will only provide us
Providers with more problems
Cats want see me locked in, boss
Concrete but only palm trees around me
My rolling hand in my shirt
Like let me roll back my sleeves back
Diamond breeze, middle of the night
Sung that bitch to sleep
Woke up next to me
And figured she was still up in them dreams
Dirty money, keep them whips clean
Crooks for the whole team
Lyrics is on a triple beam
Another tape, another key
A frozen eskimo ain't cold as me
Nigga, come to me
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still in traffic, sports cars doing magic
My doors open backwards
My homegirl an actress
Silver screen bad bitch
She brought her homegirls through
We call that batting practice
I'm in the matte black six
100 Benz mashing
In [?] with gases
And bitch, I'm never passing
Music is the crankest
Moving like them paid gift
I put 2 in
You best believe I'm bringing 4
Bad bitch huh
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
You mad they just looking at us
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
You mad they just looking at us
Blueprinting these criminal plans
So simple in the right hands
Should it go cool as a fan
Long as we keep it in the fam
Grinding with outsiders will only provide us
Providers with more problems
Cats want see me locked in, boss
Concrete but only palm trees around me
My rolling hand in my shirt
Like let me roll back my sleeves back
Diamond breeze, middle of the night
Sung that bitch to sleep
Woke up next to me
And figured she was still up in them dreams
Dirty money, keep them whips clean
Crooks for the whole team
Lyrics is on a triple beam
Another tape, another key
A frozen eskimo ain't cold as me
Nigga, come to me
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still in traffic, sports cars doing magic
My doors open backwards
My homegirl an actress
Silver screen bad bitch
She brought her homegirls through
We call that batting practice
I'm in the matte black six
100 Benz mashing
In [?] with gases
And bitch, I'm never passing
Music is the crankest
Moving like them paid gift
I put 2 in
You best believe I'm bringing 4
Bad bitch huh
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
You mad they just looking at us
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
You mad they just looking at us
Uber Driver lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y)
[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa:]
What's the time zone?
I could count this money with my eyes closed
No he didn't, baby I know
Cop another ride off of my iPhone
High off marijuana but I ride low
Crocodile seats, ho don't pocket dial me
Riding down the street, I hit the switch if I'm too drunk
Call an uber for the night, your broad with me
KK in the jar, jugging all through the city
Let your bitch put this bape hoodie on when they get chilly
Then take it off
All this money I make and I'm going stronger
And you fake and I roll a joint and I bake it
Ain't shit a nigga got to say I went to rich from living basic
Work for everything you can't take it
All we know is big money, our bitches rolling our planes with
Apple TV and Netflix hooked up playing our favorites, same shit
[Chorus:]
I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one
Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Bong rips, double SSs
Oh yes it's the OG, bitch you guessed it, no question
Smith and Wesson flip, lyrical weapons finnesin'
That's how we bring them checks in
Balcony sexing, then it's on to the next one
Her best friend, rolling more blessings
Got doobies in my Louie for protection
But you still smell them
I'm too gone off this Veuve to maneuver, I might have to call a uber
Get me through the, traffic, a lighter and a cool ass driver
So we got action, I'm not about to pass it
I got barriers, pick one out this batch and you can have it
I run off, fuck this meeting for an hour or so
Talking million dollars you know
[Chorus:]
I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one
Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved
What's the time zone?
I could count this money with my eyes closed
No he didn't, baby I know
Cop another ride off of my iPhone
High off marijuana but I ride low
Crocodile seats, ho don't pocket dial me
Riding down the street, I hit the switch if I'm too drunk
Call an uber for the night, your broad with me
KK in the jar, jugging all through the city
Let your bitch put this bape hoodie on when they get chilly
Then take it off
All this money I make and I'm going stronger
And you fake and I roll a joint and I bake it
Ain't shit a nigga got to say I went to rich from living basic
Work for everything you can't take it
All we know is big money, our bitches rolling our planes with
Apple TV and Netflix hooked up playing our favorites, same shit
[Chorus:]
I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one
Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Bong rips, double SSs
Oh yes it's the OG, bitch you guessed it, no question
Smith and Wesson flip, lyrical weapons finnesin'
That's how we bring them checks in
Balcony sexing, then it's on to the next one
Her best friend, rolling more blessings
Got doobies in my Louie for protection
But you still smell them
I'm too gone off this Veuve to maneuver, I might have to call a uber
Get me through the, traffic, a lighter and a cool ass driver
So we got action, I'm not about to pass it
I got barriers, pick one out this batch and you can have it
I run off, fuck this meeting for an hour or so
Talking million dollars you know
[Chorus:]
I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one
Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved
Weed Nap lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y & SayItAintTone)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
It's nothin' fresher, they under pressure
Take your bitch and undress her
Go 'head and kill yourself
Fuck niggas, they'll be one less
More weed, less stress
Make a grocery store runs, in some old bathing ape sweats.
Separate the bookies from vets
Out in the Bay, where they blowing cookies
Shout to Mr. Fabs
The revolution will be televised and I'll be hella high
The same jealous niggas will be jealous
Clip they wings, smash their propellers
Can't add to it, can't take from us
She at my spot fixing plates
That's why I fucks with her
I got a crib in every state
Tommy Buns living nigga get cake
Fuck is wrong with your posture little nigga? sit straight
No other choice, but to keep it real
These niggas soo fake
You can still smear the paint, ew
[Sayitaintone:]
I got your bitch on my arm
Got the team on my back
Got the world on my lap
Got that P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the same nigga
Shit ain't changed still wake and bake
Still got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller
[Curren$y:]
Mission never changed, stay all after the same
Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the game
From the 4, the big dog came rollin' joints with his paws, wearing pinky rings
Since he swang through things ain't been the same
Kinda close though, copping cats on my coats, yo
Can't duplicate the dope flow though they're tried
That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people high
It's that strobe light, that 1975, Cadillac dash
Baby girl doing soul train lines
Never hate it, though I flow out my mind
Pockets breaded like they finna be deep fried
Out his head, dis a 100 times
Suckas still sleep on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be
Probably dead dead in that bed, let 'em rest in peace
Smoke another P, kill some more beats
[Sayitaintone:]
I got your bitch on my arm
Got the team on my back
Got the world on my lap
Got that P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the same nigga
Shit ain't changed still wake and bake
Still got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller
It's nothin' fresher, they under pressure
Take your bitch and undress her
Go 'head and kill yourself
Fuck niggas, they'll be one less
More weed, less stress
Make a grocery store runs, in some old bathing ape sweats.
Separate the bookies from vets
Out in the Bay, where they blowing cookies
Shout to Mr. Fabs
The revolution will be televised and I'll be hella high
The same jealous niggas will be jealous
Clip they wings, smash their propellers
Can't add to it, can't take from us
She at my spot fixing plates
That's why I fucks with her
I got a crib in every state
Tommy Buns living nigga get cake
Fuck is wrong with your posture little nigga? sit straight
No other choice, but to keep it real
These niggas soo fake
You can still smear the paint, ew
[Sayitaintone:]
I got your bitch on my arm
Got the team on my back
Got the world on my lap
Got that P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the same nigga
Shit ain't changed still wake and bake
Still got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller
[Curren$y:]
Mission never changed, stay all after the same
Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the game
From the 4, the big dog came rollin' joints with his paws, wearing pinky rings
Since he swang through things ain't been the same
Kinda close though, copping cats on my coats, yo
Can't duplicate the dope flow though they're tried
That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people high
It's that strobe light, that 1975, Cadillac dash
Baby girl doing soul train lines
Never hate it, though I flow out my mind
Pockets breaded like they finna be deep fried
Out his head, dis a 100 times
Suckas still sleep on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be
Probably dead dead in that bed, let 'em rest in peace
Smoke another P, kill some more beats
[Sayitaintone:]
I got your bitch on my arm
Got the team on my back
Got the world on my lap
Got that P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the same nigga
Shit ain't changed still wake and bake
Still got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller
You In Mind lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Curbs on the beat
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
I might park my car in front this bitch
Just to floss with my new shit
Haters gon slit your wrist
Live niggas really rich
Uh, Me and my nigga buying houses
When we used to go in half on ounces
Now we balling you don't hear those spaldings bouncing?
Globetrotting go young thuggish niggas got it
I been watching from my island they don't think I see em'
They copying our style then they tryna be us
While we rolling up that reefer chilling in arena
OG only and my vegetable steamers
You could soak your style in bleach, still won't come out cleaner
They was sleeping on us, we was lamborghinin dreaming'
We turned it into real shit
Couple high ass niggas stacking millions
(Ayo)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Playing Pokemon Go me and your ho
I'm catching something rare while she get something rolled
You know the code, always go for the gold
We came in and broke the mold
Could make a million with my eyes closed
I ride slow cause you never know
Police is out here bro, I check my traps then I change clothes
Catch me anywhere my plane goes
And always rep for the jets and taylor gang we who the game chose
I'm a make sure that I got one rolled, but you gotta make sure that you got one for me
Baby girl it's all good you ain't gotta smoke
Just know you with a real nigga riding' with a G
And you can say you ain't high but you bout to be
Start off my day getting' dollars stay reppin' my gang I know that they proud of me
Hop in my ride and we'll run and get high
So much bank you'd think I'm the lottery
They said they don't [?] me
I'm taking your bitch that's a definite, no ain't a probably
Young Khalifa man
[Curren$y:]
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
It is was it is man never been what it ain't
More like the principle of the shit now not a teacher
I make the rules hoe
Gang shit, Plane shit
Ain't nothing like that lame shit
Yeah
Curbs on the beat
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
I might park my car in front this bitch
Just to floss with my new shit
Haters gon slit your wrist
Live niggas really rich
Uh, Me and my nigga buying houses
When we used to go in half on ounces
Now we balling you don't hear those spaldings bouncing?
Globetrotting go young thuggish niggas got it
I been watching from my island they don't think I see em'
They copying our style then they tryna be us
While we rolling up that reefer chilling in arena
OG only and my vegetable steamers
You could soak your style in bleach, still won't come out cleaner
They was sleeping on us, we was lamborghinin dreaming'
We turned it into real shit
Couple high ass niggas stacking millions
(Ayo)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Playing Pokemon Go me and your ho
I'm catching something rare while she get something rolled
You know the code, always go for the gold
We came in and broke the mold
Could make a million with my eyes closed
I ride slow cause you never know
Police is out here bro, I check my traps then I change clothes
Catch me anywhere my plane goes
And always rep for the jets and taylor gang we who the game chose
I'm a make sure that I got one rolled, but you gotta make sure that you got one for me
Baby girl it's all good you ain't gotta smoke
Just know you with a real nigga riding' with a G
And you can say you ain't high but you bout to be
Start off my day getting' dollars stay reppin' my gang I know that they proud of me
Hop in my ride and we'll run and get high
So much bank you'd think I'm the lottery
They said they don't [?] me
I'm taking your bitch that's a definite, no ain't a probably
Young Khalifa man
[Curren$y:]
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you like to see me with it
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
I bought this with you in mind
Cause I know you hate to see me get shit
I bought this with you in mind
(La ladada ladada)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
It is was it is man never been what it ain't
More like the principle of the shit now not a teacher
I make the rules hoe
Gang shit, Plane shit
Ain't nothing like that lame shit
MOB lyrics - Curren$y (feat. G Perico)
[Curren$y:]
Took off in that car like
Like I took off in broadlight
Smoked out last night under East New Orleans streetlights, grab my bitch tight
Hittin' my switch, my shit, dip to the left side
Yup, yup beats from the dawg Polyest, keep me talking fresh
Walking the flyest steps
Smokin' the best
You catchin' contact high, I ain't even rolled it up, yet
You rollin' with the Jets, mama that's a chosen set
There's more dough to get, won't settle for that
I want better than that
No matter where you get, there's always a level higher than that
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
One foot in, one foot out the game
Conversation, piece my new chain
She been asked me about it all day on the plane
Switched subjects after we had a few drinks
She didn't play games, so plans were arranged
As we exited the jet, numbers were exchanged
I think that's what you call a chain reaction
I think that's what you call a plain attraction
Rooftop smashin'
She makes pancakes in the mornin', the syrup was low-carb
Breakfast smoke sessions and I'm dashin'
They wanna have 'em but they never catch 'em
They gettin' mad when I'm gettin' laugh at them
End up smashin' again, I'm what's happenin'
Might just tag they friends
Bring them all in, we can do it all again, niggas stay ballin'
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
[G Perico:]
Money over bitches that's the mind
Don't need a cup I drink mine out the bottle
Hennessey friend, don't bring new hoes where I live
Your mattrees on the floor, bitch my house in the hills
I don't buy pussy, I game up and I fly pussy
Cross the country, bring me back that money
As you probably never get it
Never make it past King Henry
Yeah, you kinda cute but your hustle isn't
Right now I'm just fillin' up jewelry boxes
Pink slips and my 6'4 is in the safe deposit
Versace flip flops when I'm in these hoes open
If I can't get paid, she get the cold shoulder
When I see my bitches it's like a ATM visit
Leave them attitudes behind, we just want them riches
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get paid and stay fly
[Curren$y:]
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
Took off in that car like
Like I took off in broadlight
Smoked out last night under East New Orleans streetlights, grab my bitch tight
Hittin' my switch, my shit, dip to the left side
Yup, yup beats from the dawg Polyest, keep me talking fresh
Walking the flyest steps
Smokin' the best
You catchin' contact high, I ain't even rolled it up, yet
You rollin' with the Jets, mama that's a chosen set
There's more dough to get, won't settle for that
I want better than that
No matter where you get, there's always a level higher than that
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
One foot in, one foot out the game
Conversation, piece my new chain
She been asked me about it all day on the plane
Switched subjects after we had a few drinks
She didn't play games, so plans were arranged
As we exited the jet, numbers were exchanged
I think that's what you call a chain reaction
I think that's what you call a plain attraction
Rooftop smashin'
She makes pancakes in the mornin', the syrup was low-carb
Breakfast smoke sessions and I'm dashin'
They wanna have 'em but they never catch 'em
They gettin' mad when I'm gettin' laugh at them
End up smashin' again, I'm what's happenin'
Might just tag they friends
Bring them all in, we can do it all again, niggas stay ballin'
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
[G Perico:]
Money over bitches that's the mind
Don't need a cup I drink mine out the bottle
Hennessey friend, don't bring new hoes where I live
Your mattrees on the floor, bitch my house in the hills
I don't buy pussy, I game up and I fly pussy
Cross the country, bring me back that money
As you probably never get it
Never make it past King Henry
Yeah, you kinda cute but your hustle isn't
Right now I'm just fillin' up jewelry boxes
Pink slips and my 6'4 is in the safe deposit
Versace flip flops when I'm in these hoes open
If I can't get paid, she get the cold shoulder
When I see my bitches it's like a ATM visit
Leave them attitudes behind, we just want them riches
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get paid and stay fly
[Curren$y:]
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
The Roll Out lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Le$)
It's not a game, boy
Niggers claim they all fucked up
We in the cut, some brother's in the trunk
File showers 'cause it rain around this bitch every hour
They cry about it for a second then forget about you
Your problem wasn't riders
They was just running 'cause you was popping
Funny 'cause they got to running when them niggers got to pop 'em
Fresh to death, outfit you got shot in
Step outside, my cloud high, dumping it with my faculty
Battle without the technicalities
The fuck you niggers know about a strategy
I ain't gotta pull up first, I gotta pull up right
Paint dripping, motor tight
Anywhere we go tonight, dynamite
Matches strike, spark that, motor running
Headlights off, parked out back behind our back
No eating, just meeting, real bosses
Turn anywhere they at into an office
Small talking, just make you to a large target
Don't get caught up, OGs never taught you stuff
Hustlers who burn me up
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
They just talking and they bluffing
Taking action while you suckers keep discussing
So disgusting how these grown men acting so bitch made
Never had to switch, I been a man since sixth grade
Sipping on the 40, sitting on the curve
Looking at the stars and I was crazy 'cause this is what we are
A lot of homies shed blood just to sit on that butter
They gotta do dirt just to stay out the gutter
Seen it all in the head, didn't even see 30
You barking at the moon but the mutts ain't worthy
Wanna get your shine but I only shine on 'em
Pull up on the black, pack clutch, recline on 'em
GREEN BEAMER on gold that sit like a leprechaun
I'm riding with your wife, told her she was my lucky charm
Plan, baby, 'cause I never put no faith in no bitch
That paper anyhow gonna make her switch
Go ahead and dig a ditch, partner, bury yourself
Your biggest downfall is how you carry yourself
Bum ass nigger, we stay breaded up while you crumb ass niggers go smarten up
You dumb ass niggers, read a couple books, put some fat in your head
And get some motivation, get your ass out of bed
You suckers rather tweet about it while we out here being about it
Check on Instagram, only way you gonna see about it
I'm on that stack up, put my team on it
Go boss, shit your plan on that middle with a mall shit, rock's too cloudy
Guess them niggers caught up in the rain
Check the news before they came, find they planes, bitch
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Niggers claim they all fucked up
We in the cut, some brother's in the trunk
File showers 'cause it rain around this bitch every hour
They cry about it for a second then forget about you
Your problem wasn't riders
They was just running 'cause you was popping
Funny 'cause they got to running when them niggers got to pop 'em
Fresh to death, outfit you got shot in
Step outside, my cloud high, dumping it with my faculty
Battle without the technicalities
The fuck you niggers know about a strategy
I ain't gotta pull up first, I gotta pull up right
Paint dripping, motor tight
Anywhere we go tonight, dynamite
Matches strike, spark that, motor running
Headlights off, parked out back behind our back
No eating, just meeting, real bosses
Turn anywhere they at into an office
Small talking, just make you to a large target
Don't get caught up, OGs never taught you stuff
Hustlers who burn me up
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
They just talking and they bluffing
Taking action while you suckers keep discussing
So disgusting how these grown men acting so bitch made
Never had to switch, I been a man since sixth grade
Sipping on the 40, sitting on the curve
Looking at the stars and I was crazy 'cause this is what we are
A lot of homies shed blood just to sit on that butter
They gotta do dirt just to stay out the gutter
Seen it all in the head, didn't even see 30
You barking at the moon but the mutts ain't worthy
Wanna get your shine but I only shine on 'em
Pull up on the black, pack clutch, recline on 'em
GREEN BEAMER on gold that sit like a leprechaun
I'm riding with your wife, told her she was my lucky charm
Plan, baby, 'cause I never put no faith in no bitch
That paper anyhow gonna make her switch
Go ahead and dig a ditch, partner, bury yourself
Your biggest downfall is how you carry yourself
Bum ass nigger, we stay breaded up while you crumb ass niggers go smarten up
You dumb ass niggers, read a couple books, put some fat in your head
And get some motivation, get your ass out of bed
You suckers rather tweet about it while we out here being about it
Check on Instagram, only way you gonna see about it
I'm on that stack up, put my team on it
Go boss, shit your plan on that middle with a mall shit, rock's too cloudy
Guess them niggers caught up in the rain
Check the news before they came, find they planes, bitch
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
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