[Intro]
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I'm the hottest thing in the street
Ya'll ain't got nothing for me
Crib already off the hook, and I ain't talking about buyin' a book
When I say I'm about to add another story
Nigga in the club, twisted and bent
Bitches on my nuts like a socket wrench
To say that I spit, would make no sense
Do mixtapes for free, I made no cents
My pockets ain't hurting, I can flaunt my skills a little bit
Y'all thinking my money spent, but its in a vent
Spitta in a boot homie, that is an event
Spitta cop a coup, you niggas trying to rent
Bring these fool gazey ass niggas to the light
Prove they counterfeit
I am on my Puff Daddy thing
Make bad girls sing like Danity Kane
It's the fast life, word to the re-up game
Took a couple seats out the plane, made more room to dance
FS Jets got the world wide wingspan
Listenin' to nature, talk about Sega
Dream Cast NBA 2k until the plane land
And I still got the iceberg sweats, you see them
Money so old it should be in a museum
[Hook x2:]
And we still ridin', can't take nothing from us
The planes got it
Fast cars, fast women, fast dollars
Wouldn't give it up for nothing I promise
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And I'm a rinse it off if the money bloody
I'm sticking to the strip, dollar signs over bunnies
Raw the fly thief rock a Louis V skully
Ain't a better smell than new money
No shit, can I breathe I'm just trying to do yougin'
Scream 'Fuck the cop' refer to my nigga Tubby
Momma got back like a camera to Buffy
Old school gangster, word to that nigga bump me
And I'm all about the Benjamins, word to that nigga Puffy
Niggas gonna hate, but the bitches gonna love me
And now they want half of my cheddar, I find it funny
But I'm no fool, I know I get this chance once
So fuck a finger roll I'm going to hit a slam-dunk
Yeah Yao Ming, look how tall I stand up
I'm from trey first street baby, us niggas man up
Overnight look how shorty came up
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3 - Street Wiz:]
F.L.Y. Gang, we sitting from a range
High up up in the game, Spitta lead the way
While we running through the flames
The heat will never last, so we coming for the change
Non-stop hustle, but the muscle to the grain
Survival of the illest, jet gunning through the lane
Skyline living, hella smoking out my brain
But her focus, my pimpin' up on the poles up in the ring
Yeah nigga and I ain't even tripping on the weather
Whatever the degrees, its like I'm pitching for the cheddar
It's magic when you can see it sitting up my sleeve
And when the time is right, I'm going to shift it in the breeze
Money, cash, dough, It keep me lifted high for the ride
That's why the jets zipping past go
Catch me on another level, in my swag mode
Dougy Fresh dress, bitches on my tadpole, G
[Hook x2]
Summer Reading List lyrics - Curren$y
This time for all the marbles ya'll
If not now then when
Spit vicious and proud of it
In the future
My city will build monuments
Listin my accomplishments
Like the soles on my Jordan 10s
Rock the Ralph Lauren cardigan
2008 gone with the wind
Curren$y is starrin in major motion pictures
Life of the set
Killin em with the charisma
Fly private jets with the wifey
Continental for the side piece
But atleast it's first class shit
Bitches be happy for a shot
At that first class dick
Her carry on bag got the purp stashed in
Ride around blastin
Empty Delaware punch cans for the ashes
Serious as a heart attack
Doin my own thing
And ghost writin on the side
Homie try Cyrano de Bergerac
Better lookin
Hope I didn't go over your head
I read alot of books man
In the studio burnin the pound
Loakin on a plant of the Junior Brown
Make fly tracks
Those go to the Zune
Bumpin in the airport
Walkin with a Crooks & Castle duffle full of shoes
My girl got the roll away Lou
She hold a nigga down
So I lace her up
I drive her vet
And let her take my truck
Niggas mad
I see em every second
They turnin greener
The envy eatin em up
They gettin thinner
Stephen King writin
Keep the lame niggas frightened
Air Max 95s
Red & Green
NBA Live
Sega Genesis
OG
Nigga what you think this is
Straight up on the real pimpin'
Square biz
If not now then when
Spit vicious and proud of it
In the future
My city will build monuments
Listin my accomplishments
Like the soles on my Jordan 10s
Rock the Ralph Lauren cardigan
2008 gone with the wind
Curren$y is starrin in major motion pictures
Life of the set
Killin em with the charisma
Fly private jets with the wifey
Continental for the side piece
But atleast it's first class shit
Bitches be happy for a shot
At that first class dick
Her carry on bag got the purp stashed in
Ride around blastin
Empty Delaware punch cans for the ashes
Serious as a heart attack
Doin my own thing
And ghost writin on the side
Homie try Cyrano de Bergerac
Better lookin
Hope I didn't go over your head
I read alot of books man
In the studio burnin the pound
Loakin on a plant of the Junior Brown
Make fly tracks
Those go to the Zune
Bumpin in the airport
Walkin with a Crooks & Castle duffle full of shoes
My girl got the roll away Lou
She hold a nigga down
So I lace her up
I drive her vet
And let her take my truck
Niggas mad
I see em every second
They turnin greener
The envy eatin em up
They gettin thinner
Stephen King writin
Keep the lame niggas frightened
Air Max 95s
Red & Green
NBA Live
Sega Genesis
OG
Nigga what you think this is
Straight up on the real pimpin'
Square biz
Brett Favre lyrics - Curren$y
Yea... Yea... On Everything
It's just I know that bitch so cool...
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
In n Out
Rise and shine
Penthouse suite surrounded by dimes
All of em asleep, recoverin
From a wild night with my brother n them
Car blocked in, fuck it take my brother's benz
Thinkin bout scoopin up Chick-fil-A
'Till I remember they closed on Sunday
Ride up a one way
Same block where niggas hand off rocks like coach called the wrong play
Even Brett Favre rockin' with the Jets
Spitta in the mix like chex
Chex Mix in the bowl in the green room of the Conan O'Brien show
They say I'm up next
Ask Marc Ecko if my flow complex
Bitches I mold them like Play-Doh
Travel the globe like a crook ducking Carmen Sandiego
Crooks & Castles watch and frames, my crew neck by Play Cloths
See lames I push up on they hoes
Like "Mama what u doin with them amateurs?
You should be messing with a player of my caliber."
The difference between Rosé and Franzia
Month after month I always come back for ya
Look me in the eyes know what's looking back at ya...
Your opportunity to be a passenger
On a jet that's destined to land up top
You can roll, if not eat dirt while we laugh at ya
In n Out
Jets Nigga
It's just I know that bitch so cool...
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
In n Out
Rise and shine
Penthouse suite surrounded by dimes
All of em asleep, recoverin
From a wild night with my brother n them
Car blocked in, fuck it take my brother's benz
Thinkin bout scoopin up Chick-fil-A
'Till I remember they closed on Sunday
Ride up a one way
Same block where niggas hand off rocks like coach called the wrong play
Even Brett Favre rockin' with the Jets
Spitta in the mix like chex
Chex Mix in the bowl in the green room of the Conan O'Brien show
They say I'm up next
Ask Marc Ecko if my flow complex
Bitches I mold them like Play-Doh
Travel the globe like a crook ducking Carmen Sandiego
Crooks & Castles watch and frames, my crew neck by Play Cloths
See lames I push up on they hoes
Like "Mama what u doin with them amateurs?
You should be messing with a player of my caliber."
The difference between Rosé and Franzia
Month after month I always come back for ya
Look me in the eyes know what's looking back at ya...
Your opportunity to be a passenger
On a jet that's destined to land up top
You can roll, if not eat dirt while we laugh at ya
In n Out
Jets Nigga
Soundtrack To Success lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)
[Trademark the Skydiver:]
Been on some other shit
Fly clothes, expensive kicks
They say my swag immaculate
And I agree that's accurate
Fuckin hoes and stackin chips
Ice on my neck and wrists
Blowin down a pound of piff
Ridin round in foreign whips
Flyin saucer Porsche
Yea I call that bitch the aero ship
Hatas hatin on my click
And on the slick we loving it
This rap shit we runnin it
Niggas ain't fuckin with the planes
What you think we in the game for the fun of it?
Ehh
Nah, this the takeover
Burnin down your empire that's game over
Not J-I-double G-A Hova
But Skydiver the jet fighter
I'm so focused
28 bar inferno I'm flamethrowin
Nigga been potent way before the game noticed
And these rap niggas is bogus
Talkin reckless over tracks
But I fire back with pure perfection
Steps above clever
How I use my letters
But em together and send em out
Just like I'm textin a message
Diamond in the rough
Princess cuts on my neckless
I'm eatin Franklin for lunch
Purp blunts for breakfast
Your lil tips is brunch crumbs
I'm not impressed with
Hold On
Won't you give me a second to digest this
Then I shit on these niggas $pitta tell em!
[Curren$y:]
Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga
[Trademark the Skydiver:]
You should quit while you ahead with the bread
Just a suggestion
We scrape your whole plate
Then double back for seconds
If we getting cake is no longer a question
We still count loot up from last years investments
Ask your hoe
She know I'm one of the freshest out
I spit it out
Like my chest was congested
Let that bitch breathe!
[Curren$y:]
Nah Sky Diver let the bitch leave
Ol' raggedy broad I ain't never need
Bitches is on speed
Fuckin like rabbits
They hungry
Followin my carrots
Housed in my ring
Lookin like 46 upside down Cristal bottles sittin in a basket
UFC these beats
Any track can get its ass whipped
I am on my cheddar
All about checks like solecollector.com
Some of y'all ain't on that
Ya'll behind
Sucka niggas get on whacks in startin line
Fairy tale once upon a time ass niggas
Goin out they minds tryna out rhyme Spitta
Let that bitch breathe
No
Sky Diver knocked them out
I came through with the elbow drop from the top rope
Been on some other shit
Fly clothes, expensive kicks
They say my swag immaculate
And I agree that's accurate
Fuckin hoes and stackin chips
Ice on my neck and wrists
Blowin down a pound of piff
Ridin round in foreign whips
Flyin saucer Porsche
Yea I call that bitch the aero ship
Hatas hatin on my click
And on the slick we loving it
This rap shit we runnin it
Niggas ain't fuckin with the planes
What you think we in the game for the fun of it?
Ehh
Nah, this the takeover
Burnin down your empire that's game over
Not J-I-double G-A Hova
But Skydiver the jet fighter
I'm so focused
28 bar inferno I'm flamethrowin
Nigga been potent way before the game noticed
And these rap niggas is bogus
Talkin reckless over tracks
But I fire back with pure perfection
Steps above clever
How I use my letters
But em together and send em out
Just like I'm textin a message
Diamond in the rough
Princess cuts on my neckless
I'm eatin Franklin for lunch
Purp blunts for breakfast
Your lil tips is brunch crumbs
I'm not impressed with
Hold On
Won't you give me a second to digest this
Then I shit on these niggas $pitta tell em!
[Curren$y:]
Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga
[Trademark the Skydiver:]
You should quit while you ahead with the bread
Just a suggestion
We scrape your whole plate
Then double back for seconds
If we getting cake is no longer a question
We still count loot up from last years investments
Ask your hoe
She know I'm one of the freshest out
I spit it out
Like my chest was congested
Let that bitch breathe!
[Curren$y:]
Nah Sky Diver let the bitch leave
Ol' raggedy broad I ain't never need
Bitches is on speed
Fuckin like rabbits
They hungry
Followin my carrots
Housed in my ring
Lookin like 46 upside down Cristal bottles sittin in a basket
UFC these beats
Any track can get its ass whipped
I am on my cheddar
All about checks like solecollector.com
Some of y'all ain't on that
Ya'll behind
Sucka niggas get on whacks in startin line
Fairy tale once upon a time ass niggas
Goin out they minds tryna out rhyme Spitta
Let that bitch breathe
No
Sky Diver knocked them out
I came through with the elbow drop from the top rope
I Did It Myself lyrics - Curren$y
New Orleans everyday all right [x3]
Cause they show love when I did it myself
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, park the car open the door slide my feet out
Sneak another pull in before I put the weed out
You know what I be bout Nike head but I own a couple pairs of Reeboks
Throwback, it's the Pump fury, now if it would please the jury
May I present the evidence that Spitter is hotter than whoever?
I call em common critters, I do not consider them competitors
I put em on ice like I'm dressing my bezel up
My bitch told me "Baby I think they scared of you"
I use they necks to build a ladder I step up
Sucka ass niggas thought they had me I crept up, and that's where they messed up
Don't e-mail or send a text message, if you wasn't around when a nigga was stressing
Talk your ass off but you can't lock my blessing
Every hurdle that I crossed I was learning a lesson
Putting off for my city like Jeezy and Kanye
My future so bright I limo tinted my shades
Helicopter shades fucking up my girls hairdo
Helipad on a Superdome roof yeah
New Orleans everyday all right
Cause they show love when I did it myself
[Verse 2:]
Uh, the hottest nigga in the street
You ain't gotta ask boss, 17 chevys
With my label advance cooler Hot Wheels off with my frosty hands them haters getting sick of you man
Bitches wanna save the last dance, I'm cool
My home boy Mel gave me these shoes, you crazy? won't fuck up these spikes for you baby
Plus these the red black and green ones, the mean ones I was watching MTV when I first seen them
Niggas ain't similar to the Hot Spitter or the way I sling these syllables
Fuck around with him and your condition will be critical
Jive ass niggas who talk that shit about the crew
Til I come around then they hit me with "What's happening fool?"
Get lost off a short cliff take a walk
Number crunch ball park figures
Bout to buy a major league ballpark nigga
I do it for my city cause my city made me realer
Curren$y da Hot Spitta if you know somebody sicka you better call the bioteam to quarantine that nigga
Cause they show love when I did it myself
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, park the car open the door slide my feet out
Sneak another pull in before I put the weed out
You know what I be bout Nike head but I own a couple pairs of Reeboks
Throwback, it's the Pump fury, now if it would please the jury
May I present the evidence that Spitter is hotter than whoever?
I call em common critters, I do not consider them competitors
I put em on ice like I'm dressing my bezel up
My bitch told me "Baby I think they scared of you"
I use they necks to build a ladder I step up
Sucka ass niggas thought they had me I crept up, and that's where they messed up
Don't e-mail or send a text message, if you wasn't around when a nigga was stressing
Talk your ass off but you can't lock my blessing
Every hurdle that I crossed I was learning a lesson
Putting off for my city like Jeezy and Kanye
My future so bright I limo tinted my shades
Helicopter shades fucking up my girls hairdo
Helipad on a Superdome roof yeah
New Orleans everyday all right
Cause they show love when I did it myself
[Verse 2:]
Uh, the hottest nigga in the street
You ain't gotta ask boss, 17 chevys
With my label advance cooler Hot Wheels off with my frosty hands them haters getting sick of you man
Bitches wanna save the last dance, I'm cool
My home boy Mel gave me these shoes, you crazy? won't fuck up these spikes for you baby
Plus these the red black and green ones, the mean ones I was watching MTV when I first seen them
Niggas ain't similar to the Hot Spitter or the way I sling these syllables
Fuck around with him and your condition will be critical
Jive ass niggas who talk that shit about the crew
Til I come around then they hit me with "What's happening fool?"
Get lost off a short cliff take a walk
Number crunch ball park figures
Bout to buy a major league ballpark nigga
I do it for my city cause my city made me realer
Curren$y da Hot Spitta if you know somebody sicka you better call the bioteam to quarantine that nigga
Selfish lyrics - Curren$y
High spending that nigga, in the club fresh like I'm dressed to take pictures
Full of that liquor, Ryder keep on popping rozay, and Dre keep twisting those swishers
Man we living, and these hoes know that, recognize my face, I pause for that Kodak moment
Homies ten door ronie walked up on me and said she was rolling, this how we going, but she can't sleep in my crib because my girl will be home in the morning. I'm so sorry, but I'm trilling the bong whistle got a stack of money ready to peel and you can get it sike
See a trick iv'e never been, baby down that road iv'e never went
What I look like giving you half my chips like you roll half my fly ass shit biatch
[Chorus:]
Maybe I'm selfish, I did it all on my own you ain't help bitch [x2]
Full of that liquor, Ryder keep on popping rozay, and Dre keep twisting those swishers
Man we living, and these hoes know that, recognize my face, I pause for that Kodak moment
Homies ten door ronie walked up on me and said she was rolling, this how we going, but she can't sleep in my crib because my girl will be home in the morning. I'm so sorry, but I'm trilling the bong whistle got a stack of money ready to peel and you can get it sike
See a trick iv'e never been, baby down that road iv'e never went
What I look like giving you half my chips like you roll half my fly ass shit biatch
[Chorus:]
Maybe I'm selfish, I did it all on my own you ain't help bitch [x2]
mixtape: "Fear And Loathing In New Orleans" (2008)
- Title Track lyrics - Curren$y
- What Means The World To Me lyrics - Curren$y
- Open House lyrics - Curren$y
- Intergalactic Society lyrics - Curren$y
- Gettin' Money lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)
Title Track lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse:]
Streetcars banging up St. Charles
New Orleans is a work in progress
I can't afford to take the day off
My young niggas stacking up money off the eight balls
And they ain't never stepped in a pool hall
Shit's starting to break my heart
Cause I don't want that life for my niggas
I know we can be so much bigger
If the light got shined on my city
The world would be trippin'
Off how many talented people was in it
Other niggas had they little 15 minutes
And they ain't know what to do with it
But wait 'til I get it
I'm a stretch it like Armstrong
A million miles long
Plus, I'm a put a bunch of other niggas on
Spitta showin' love, he's far from selfish
I see a nigga strugglin', you know I'm a help him
Show my niggas how to go from ballin' to wealthy
And raise they kids up real nice and healthy
The streets so hot, all the road signs meltin'
I stay above that, I'm a fly ass falcon
Last night a nigga got clapped with a Magnum
The headshots made it look like Mahicans scalped him
My brother in the window with a chopper like Malcolm
While I'm in the homemade soundbooth rappin'
He say I got too much talent
And a flow that can change things
So that can make me a target of a hatin' assassin
Cause we done seen the worst of it happen before
The homie Slim got murdered right when he was about to blow
It's fear and loathing in the NO
Demons comin' from wild angles
The shit is wild dangerous
But I'm maintaining my cool like John Elway
Or Miles Davis
The first rap I wrote was five pages full of bullshit and lies
About me killin' niggas and flippin' pies
But when I got by myself, I found myself
And realized that if I was a child in these times
I wouldn't want to follow in the steps of these guys
Clown ass rappers
I'm waiting for the day that they primetime the realness
And sideline the whackness
The good niggas can't get in the real game
No matter how much promise we showin' at practice
Niggas listen to my mixtapes and jack my swagger
Get on TV with it, and then I gotta look at it
Good thing I got a sense of humor
So when it happens, I'm laughin'
They just makin' it more easier for me to travel on them
Run the snap on 'em, it's a wrap on 'em
Chronicles of a swag donor
Give five mics to the rightful owner
So we can wake hip-hop out of her coma
Spitta, yeah
[Outro:]
Just like that
Four months on the road, nigga
F.S., Jets
Yeah, where haven't we been yet
Shout-outs to Smash
Streetcars banging up St. Charles
New Orleans is a work in progress
I can't afford to take the day off
My young niggas stacking up money off the eight balls
And they ain't never stepped in a pool hall
Shit's starting to break my heart
Cause I don't want that life for my niggas
I know we can be so much bigger
If the light got shined on my city
The world would be trippin'
Off how many talented people was in it
Other niggas had they little 15 minutes
And they ain't know what to do with it
But wait 'til I get it
I'm a stretch it like Armstrong
A million miles long
Plus, I'm a put a bunch of other niggas on
Spitta showin' love, he's far from selfish
I see a nigga strugglin', you know I'm a help him
Show my niggas how to go from ballin' to wealthy
And raise they kids up real nice and healthy
The streets so hot, all the road signs meltin'
I stay above that, I'm a fly ass falcon
Last night a nigga got clapped with a Magnum
The headshots made it look like Mahicans scalped him
My brother in the window with a chopper like Malcolm
While I'm in the homemade soundbooth rappin'
He say I got too much talent
And a flow that can change things
So that can make me a target of a hatin' assassin
Cause we done seen the worst of it happen before
The homie Slim got murdered right when he was about to blow
It's fear and loathing in the NO
Demons comin' from wild angles
The shit is wild dangerous
But I'm maintaining my cool like John Elway
Or Miles Davis
The first rap I wrote was five pages full of bullshit and lies
About me killin' niggas and flippin' pies
But when I got by myself, I found myself
And realized that if I was a child in these times
I wouldn't want to follow in the steps of these guys
Clown ass rappers
I'm waiting for the day that they primetime the realness
And sideline the whackness
The good niggas can't get in the real game
No matter how much promise we showin' at practice
Niggas listen to my mixtapes and jack my swagger
Get on TV with it, and then I gotta look at it
Good thing I got a sense of humor
So when it happens, I'm laughin'
They just makin' it more easier for me to travel on them
Run the snap on 'em, it's a wrap on 'em
Chronicles of a swag donor
Give five mics to the rightful owner
So we can wake hip-hop out of her coma
Spitta, yeah
[Outro:]
Just like that
Four months on the road, nigga
F.S., Jets
Yeah, where haven't we been yet
Shout-outs to Smash
What Means The World To Me lyrics - Curren$y
What mean the world to me
Other than my God, my family and my music, would probably be my cars
My kicks and my louie scarves
I'm sick, when I rap I cough, call me mr good bars
I be with cali ovar and we rip that cali O hard, but me I'm from the east
I parked a bunch o fancy cars on these misused streets
I ain't done a lot yet but my momma so proud of me
I'm a break my back to see her sittin on a pile o cheese
Walkin around pettin my pockets for my impala keys
Found em in a sofa cushion with a pack o easy widers
And two bags o purple kush
I even found a zippo lighter, I'm excited homie
I can't hide it, I can't wait to light it
Your girl in the cock cause she tryna meet the pilot
My stock is steady risin, my top drop when I'm ridin
My volume at the highest
That's the only that I can way I can hear the music
Cause this motor ain't quiet
Don't ask if its for sale homie, cause you can't buy it
Damn nigga let me get a chance to drive it
My goal when I rap is to make listeners rewind it
And play it for their partners and say spitta got some nice shit
Other than my God, my family and my music, would probably be my cars
My kicks and my louie scarves
I'm sick, when I rap I cough, call me mr good bars
I be with cali ovar and we rip that cali O hard, but me I'm from the east
I parked a bunch o fancy cars on these misused streets
I ain't done a lot yet but my momma so proud of me
I'm a break my back to see her sittin on a pile o cheese
Walkin around pettin my pockets for my impala keys
Found em in a sofa cushion with a pack o easy widers
And two bags o purple kush
I even found a zippo lighter, I'm excited homie
I can't hide it, I can't wait to light it
Your girl in the cock cause she tryna meet the pilot
My stock is steady risin, my top drop when I'm ridin
My volume at the highest
That's the only that I can way I can hear the music
Cause this motor ain't quiet
Don't ask if its for sale homie, cause you can't buy it
Damn nigga let me get a chance to drive it
My goal when I rap is to make listeners rewind it
And play it for their partners and say spitta got some nice shit
Open House lyrics - Curren$y
My bathtub lift up my walls do a 360
Hot Spitta visionary from the crescent city
Wallabee clarks blowing cream crispy
Shout out to Tony Starks you influenced me immensely
Niggas tried to rob me out my place in history
That's why its meant for me to put these mini me's out of they misery
Barking mindy nikes bmx bikes
Grown child big kid this is my life
I went left and it seems that decision was right
Cause my buzz so loud you can hear it in your sleep at night
It ain't even been a month yet
Mutha-fuckin niggas is back J-E-Ts
Curren$y Da Hot Spitta spread love every four weeks
Still hotter than poppa bears porridge
Still got the 63' drop top in storage
I'm a pull it out when the weather get gorgeous
And smoke out with the pedal to the floor on it
Niggas throwing salt I'm ignoring it
Hot Spitta standing in his own dookie he is on his shit
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
And I almost forgot...
My name is in the streets...
And my name...
Is my name...
Hot Spitta visionary from the crescent city
Wallabee clarks blowing cream crispy
Shout out to Tony Starks you influenced me immensely
Niggas tried to rob me out my place in history
That's why its meant for me to put these mini me's out of they misery
Barking mindy nikes bmx bikes
Grown child big kid this is my life
I went left and it seems that decision was right
Cause my buzz so loud you can hear it in your sleep at night
It ain't even been a month yet
Mutha-fuckin niggas is back J-E-Ts
Curren$y Da Hot Spitta spread love every four weeks
Still hotter than poppa bears porridge
Still got the 63' drop top in storage
I'm a pull it out when the weather get gorgeous
And smoke out with the pedal to the floor on it
Niggas throwing salt I'm ignoring it
Hot Spitta standing in his own dookie he is on his shit
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
And I almost forgot...
My name is in the streets...
And my name...
Is my name...
Intergalactic Society lyrics - Curren$y
[Talking:]
You all know I be on some other shit
Fear and Loathing in New Orleans
This beat so crazy I really only have to talk on it
[Rapping:]
9 in the morn' hoes on my floor
Bitches in the bed, skeezas on the couch
Chickas in the kitchen tryna fix a nigga cheese grits
Hopein that a nigga don't put them out
They know they in the presence of the freshest nigga out
He who raps for the south
Leave a lotta niggas with they feet in they mouth
Because they said I couldn't keep puttin hot shit out
Raps what I got
A deals what I'm not
I do it on my own
And this is why I'm hot
And this is what I'm bout to do
Get a chevy caprice and paint it yellow and green like mountain dew
Inside smellin like a pound or two
In the uk I'm a monster dude
Your raps will be worth by the pound or two
I get money
You dress funny
Don't leave your girlfriend next to me
You'll have to an APB on your woman
Chump change, shit chat, I can't do it
You wanna talk business, I speak that fluent
[Intergalatic hook]
[Talking:]
Shit man, this nigga stop me right at the end of the verse
So that's how we gotta end it, I gotta stop you so I can talk my shit
Cause if I wouldn't have stopped you the beastie boys would have got their shoutout
You all know I be on some other shit
Fear and Loathing in New Orleans
This beat so crazy I really only have to talk on it
[Rapping:]
9 in the morn' hoes on my floor
Bitches in the bed, skeezas on the couch
Chickas in the kitchen tryna fix a nigga cheese grits
Hopein that a nigga don't put them out
They know they in the presence of the freshest nigga out
He who raps for the south
Leave a lotta niggas with they feet in they mouth
Because they said I couldn't keep puttin hot shit out
Raps what I got
A deals what I'm not
I do it on my own
And this is why I'm hot
And this is what I'm bout to do
Get a chevy caprice and paint it yellow and green like mountain dew
Inside smellin like a pound or two
In the uk I'm a monster dude
Your raps will be worth by the pound or two
I get money
You dress funny
Don't leave your girlfriend next to me
You'll have to an APB on your woman
Chump change, shit chat, I can't do it
You wanna talk business, I speak that fluent
[Intergalatic hook]
[Talking:]
Shit man, this nigga stop me right at the end of the verse
So that's how we gotta end it, I gotta stop you so I can talk my shit
Cause if I wouldn't have stopped you the beastie boys would have got their shoutout
Gettin' Money lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)
[Hook x2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin'
Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley
And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me
Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city
[Verse 1 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
You on a flight with Curren$y and Da Skydiver now throw the peace sign to the pilot
Free-fall from 60, 000 without no 'shute, but it's cool, we gone guide you straight to the bottom
Yeah mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' flyness
Me and lil' Spitta hoppin' out that Maybach coupe, land-lovers thinkin' it's a problem
Stupid when it come down my dollars, you little chickens get nada, not even Prada
The only thing I'm upping is some bubble gum and dick for you to swallow
And where I go lil' mama wanna follow, somewhere on a island, no it ain't Hawaii, nor the Bahamas
So ducked off GPS couldn't find me, know I spit fire, no need to remind me
Spitta [?] like it ain't no problem, pop that clip like a gangsta mobster
I love that cheese, I need that mozzarella fella I don't know no better
Touch my swiss you get wet up, eat that beef like it came with lettuce
We fuckin' these freaks because they let us
Niggas hatin' on on my clique but we gettin' that cheddar
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Ten grand Gucci sweat pants, white tee, Nike headband
Dressed like it's 1999 but the coupe so up to date man
Blew the roof on the interstate
The cops tried to chase so they can check my plates
Used all the muscle in that V8 cause I know my shit ain't up to date
But anyway, these hoes already know the deal when they see my face
"Where you gone be when I leave? My car gotta empty seat"
Do you smoke? Got some weed
Bitch you pop? Got some E
No I don't fuck with the shit but my niggas distribute it so I can get it for free
Shorty you need to be fuckin' with me, look at the nigga you be with now
Then take a look at a G, that's a big difference huh?
[Hook x2]
We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin'
Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley
And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me
Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city
[Verse 1 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
You on a flight with Curren$y and Da Skydiver now throw the peace sign to the pilot
Free-fall from 60, 000 without no 'shute, but it's cool, we gone guide you straight to the bottom
Yeah mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' flyness
Me and lil' Spitta hoppin' out that Maybach coupe, land-lovers thinkin' it's a problem
Stupid when it come down my dollars, you little chickens get nada, not even Prada
The only thing I'm upping is some bubble gum and dick for you to swallow
And where I go lil' mama wanna follow, somewhere on a island, no it ain't Hawaii, nor the Bahamas
So ducked off GPS couldn't find me, know I spit fire, no need to remind me
Spitta [?] like it ain't no problem, pop that clip like a gangsta mobster
I love that cheese, I need that mozzarella fella I don't know no better
Touch my swiss you get wet up, eat that beef like it came with lettuce
We fuckin' these freaks because they let us
Niggas hatin' on on my clique but we gettin' that cheddar
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Ten grand Gucci sweat pants, white tee, Nike headband
Dressed like it's 1999 but the coupe so up to date man
Blew the roof on the interstate
The cops tried to chase so they can check my plates
Used all the muscle in that V8 cause I know my shit ain't up to date
But anyway, these hoes already know the deal when they see my face
"Where you gone be when I leave? My car gotta empty seat"
Do you smoke? Got some weed
Bitch you pop? Got some E
No I don't fuck with the shit but my niggas distribute it so I can get it for free
Shorty you need to be fuckin' with me, look at the nigga you be with now
Then take a look at a G, that's a big difference huh?
[Hook x2]
mixtape: "Welcome To The Winner's Circle" (2008)
- The Only Thing That Matters lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Street Wiz)
- Who Styled Ya lyrics - Curren$y
- Froze lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Riff Raff)
- The World Is Yours lyrics - Curren$y
The Only Thing That Matters lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Street Wiz)
Yeah, Ooooohoohoohoo
(Welcome to the Winner's Circle, nigga)
[Curren$y:]
My girl kickin' a buzz in my ear, it's gon' snow
Guess I'll grab the white tee and the chinchilla coat
Game time, front row, court side
Lakers in the Eighties, baby- that's showtime
And I grind like Venture Trucks
That's a shout to my skateboard homies, what's up
Yeah, life is a bumpy road
But that money make the ride a lot smoother like shocks and struts
Yeah, shout out to my homie, Mr. Fab
Next time I'm in the Bay
We can smoke a hundred blunts on your school bus
F.S. Jets in God We Trust
Lame niggas lyin' to they bitches
Sayin' that they hang with us
We was in the same club
But that don't mean that you came with us
Better get it together
Can't be around duck-ass niggas
I'm allergic to the feathers
Yeah, it's whatever whenever
If the [?]
Result in me getting cheddar
From the very beginning, I just felt I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, Winning is the only thing that matters
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
[Street Wiz:]
Fly with the fliest
We comin' through the airwaves
Worldwide high sky Fly until the next day
Yeah, that money on my mind constant
I'm steady flippin' numbers
'Til I'm off my mind countin'
[?]
Swag off the chain
Go run and tell about it
We staring in the lane
F.S. Jet Gang
You can check the highlights
Look we live the High Life
You catch me on the cloud 9
With my brain soakin'
Focused in the game
Look I see the lane open
I'm going for the shot
Gain points 'til it's over
Forever gettin' mine
Look I'm clever with the grind
Check the safe place
Look it's lavish with the [?]
I'm runnin' outta time
But I ain't really trippin'
I gotta a lot left
To turn eternal work into some [?]
Yeah
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on the level
You are not competition, Just a step on my ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
(Welcome to the Winner's Circle, nigga)
[Curren$y:]
My girl kickin' a buzz in my ear, it's gon' snow
Guess I'll grab the white tee and the chinchilla coat
Game time, front row, court side
Lakers in the Eighties, baby- that's showtime
And I grind like Venture Trucks
That's a shout to my skateboard homies, what's up
Yeah, life is a bumpy road
But that money make the ride a lot smoother like shocks and struts
Yeah, shout out to my homie, Mr. Fab
Next time I'm in the Bay
We can smoke a hundred blunts on your school bus
F.S. Jets in God We Trust
Lame niggas lyin' to they bitches
Sayin' that they hang with us
We was in the same club
But that don't mean that you came with us
Better get it together
Can't be around duck-ass niggas
I'm allergic to the feathers
Yeah, it's whatever whenever
If the [?]
Result in me getting cheddar
From the very beginning, I just felt I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, Winning is the only thing that matters
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
[Street Wiz:]
Fly with the fliest
We comin' through the airwaves
Worldwide high sky Fly until the next day
Yeah, that money on my mind constant
I'm steady flippin' numbers
'Til I'm off my mind countin'
[?]
Swag off the chain
Go run and tell about it
We staring in the lane
F.S. Jet Gang
You can check the highlights
Look we live the High Life
You catch me on the cloud 9
With my brain soakin'
Focused in the game
Look I see the lane open
I'm going for the shot
Gain points 'til it's over
Forever gettin' mine
Look I'm clever with the grind
Check the safe place
Look it's lavish with the [?]
I'm runnin' outta time
But I ain't really trippin'
I gotta a lot left
To turn eternal work into some [?]
Yeah
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on the level
You are not competition, Just a step on my ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
Who Styled Ya lyrics - Curren$y
Thou shall not front on real shit
Aww hell
Face a thousand deaths
From Mr. Spit Vicious
I go hard like concrete floors
Make bitches legs open like lambo doors
Up, Out
Nigga rock the first season DBC to Mr. Chow
My ghetto chick orderin food she cant pronounce
Eat mama
Let it stick to your ribs
But no pics
Tell your friends bout the shit that we did
Cuz I cant have no evidence
Of me hangin with other chicks
Floatin round
Wifey tryna fight me on some Springer shit
It's Curren$y
Or you can call me Mr. Clean Kicks
My day job consists of business first
And video games
Bong hits and pullin skirts
Vacationing month long trips
Scamp of the Earth
I'm tryna find what any
All do was in search of
Was it love
Not sho
But I know
That ya man Hot Spitta aint
One of these niggas who
Don't know how to dress
So they swagga jack Jigga
Wait to see him on stage wit it
Then they internet shop until they get it
I saw they same thing happen to me
Niggas laughed at my Steez
Now they wearin DC's
Fashion misfits
I'm fashion gifted
You niggas Boo Boo
Find Yogi
Crash a picnic
Spitta, yea
Aww hell
Face a thousand deaths
From Mr. Spit Vicious
I go hard like concrete floors
Make bitches legs open like lambo doors
Up, Out
Nigga rock the first season DBC to Mr. Chow
My ghetto chick orderin food she cant pronounce
Eat mama
Let it stick to your ribs
But no pics
Tell your friends bout the shit that we did
Cuz I cant have no evidence
Of me hangin with other chicks
Floatin round
Wifey tryna fight me on some Springer shit
It's Curren$y
Or you can call me Mr. Clean Kicks
My day job consists of business first
And video games
Bong hits and pullin skirts
Vacationing month long trips
Scamp of the Earth
I'm tryna find what any
All do was in search of
Was it love
Not sho
But I know
That ya man Hot Spitta aint
One of these niggas who
Don't know how to dress
So they swagga jack Jigga
Wait to see him on stage wit it
Then they internet shop until they get it
I saw they same thing happen to me
Niggas laughed at my Steez
Now they wearin DC's
Fashion misfits
I'm fashion gifted
You niggas Boo Boo
Find Yogi
Crash a picnic
Spitta, yea
Froze lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Riff Raff)
[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$y:]
Undefeated like my sweats, untouchable rep
Underated overhated, fuck em I'm a jet
Life on the set nigga, live and direct
Like an intercept, halt your progress
I don't celebrate that touchdown, yet
You soft as a night gown clown, I see that right now
I'm cold I'm froze like you should have wrapped them pipes
I'm cold I'm froze like put some coats on them children
'Fore you let them outside
Getting strong of that green spinach bitch, Popeye
Pot got me lazy in my long sleeve tie dye
Whippin' a Mercedes AMG 96 2 door 600
Alloy wheels on it, introduce me to your best bitch homie
Eyes can't hide her desire, she on me
Heart on fire for Mr. Frosty, I'm cold
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
That's why my heart on froze
My heart on froze
My heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold
[Riff Raff:]
Yeah, uh
Mind incoherent
Taint the days from the bad experience
I don't hit the line I pass the interior
Exterior Phantom, seldom wait for stanza
Bout to hit a couple stories, boy scout lantern
Ca-ca-cathedral box, center stage like Chris Rock
Recline the top, like Peter Pan drop
Drop a couple smells, top smells, top chef
Cheddar melt, fast forward silk chain made from Tinkerbell
Luxury coated, due to a couple pairs dancing
Marinara on the seat belts, Versace fence
I'm Michael Phelps with the gold medallions
I pulled a couple stallions, my rims rattle
I ball like Ralph Samson, Riff!
[Chorus x2]
[Curren$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
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