Count My Money lyrics - Curren$y

And I never came down from the last time, but that don't mean nothing, nigga still climbin'
Bitches popping bottles and they sipping pink diamonds
I took a break from the game and I seen these niggas clownin'
The blogs wouldn't be the same if you took Spitta out it
Props to the ones who instrumentally getting me poppin'
Ballin' without first learning the fundamentals, forget about it
Tryna 360 up the middle - you ain't even learn to dribble
Twiddling my thumbs, smoking lime
Watching hamster ass rappers run in wheels, going nowhere with they rhymes
Stuck, Glenn Robinson, big dog bucks, socks up, top down
Killing squares, riding 'round
Coolest nigga in yo city, even when I'm not in town
Smoking like I signed for 50 million and I'm underground, yeah
Uh, smoking like I signed for 50 million, still underground

Audio Dope lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah [x5]
(Uh) (you nervous, now?)

Awh nah, here your man go with his same old songs
'Bout Chevys and getting stoned
Meeting bitches in clubs and bringing 'em home
Cutting to the chase, don't even turn my flat screen on
All around the world the same song
Cali bud strong, this that love fiends on
So high, that my neighbors thought I moved out
Because your boy stay gone
Now tell me that I ain't got it, and then keep a straight face punk
Create that, elevator music and stay true to it
While you still tryna get your soul out the pawn shop, stupid
You lost your legs to that cookie cutter
The suits ain't letting you walk, how do that deal, muhfucka?
Potato chip, Lay'ed up, Frito
Got a couple bitches coming through to blaze up,
They know where I'm at, they know what I do,
They know I'm real rap and I'm completely Un-You
Hold on foo', Uh
And everything bad for a nigga nowadays so I drink alotta water
Disgruntled Rapper Disorder, got a lot of MCs sneak-dissin'
Yeah, wooty threw them slings but I caught 'em
Be careful, talking hella trash
I'll get that compacted to a handful
And pitch it back at you
Take that monkey shit off, you embarassing us Cous'
Put the game back in perspective
Niggas disrespecting it
Suckas ain't protectin' it
Just complaining about the state, and under the pressure they break
Turning into the very thing that they hate
Rollin' up, let it burn slow,
Getting high, plotting on downing these turncoats

Audio Dope

And we could make crack like this
Practice? We talking 'bout practice?
For what? I could do it in my sleep, homeboy
I ain't been out my bed since '93

Audio Dope

And we could make crack like this
Practice? We talking 'bout practice?
For what? I could do it in my sleep homeboy
I ain't been out my bed since '93

Audio Dope

And we could make crack like this

(Un) (yeah yeah) JETS (yeah yeah yeah)

Life Under The Scope lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse 1]
Yeah, my weed lit, my glass chill
Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity for rest
In between destinations a lil' hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh
They just wanna see ya fallin'
The only reason the cameras out when ya walkin'
The only reason they listenin' when ya talkin'
Waiting on ya to contradict yaself
Albeit evict yaself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
When Tami got David kicked out
Suckers tryin' figure my angle
Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bengals
Adjust my wing rudders in the prescence of danger
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
And stay calm knowin' we belong on the top
But we ain't trippin'
Cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah, that's the statement for the mission
Swiss movement so my watch ain't tickin'
Who yo crew is
Them niggas is bums
Throwin parties don't any bitch come
They all at my art showin'
Me and my folks gettin drunk
Bangin' my sound from the wall mounts

[Hook]
Yeah, life under the scope
Everyday is a test
It's all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
Vintage egg chairs hangin' from the ceilin'
Naked beauties and plush pillows in em
Incense and fresh linen
I spit that complex venom
The real niggas it strengthens
The fake niggas it kills them
And the Big homie said
That he still got visions of the rooftop
As do I
George Jetson, Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky
Niggas can't downplay me baby
I'm too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my Impala seat
A New Orleans nigga
And I'm way in the NYC weed twistin'
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key

[Hook]

Stay Up lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fly Union)

[Hook: Fly Union]
Shit dun changed, and I'mma be the same
Never switchin' lanes, it's why I stay up in the sky
Yeah, it's why I stay up in the sky
Oh, it's why I stay up in the sky

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah, I fell asleep on the plane
Woke up to cameras flashin' and people screamin' my name
They seem to think their agendas all hidden but they isn't
I been onto these swindlers for a minute
Bad girls at the party bein' tough and drinkin' Guiness
Though I'mma play it straight and sip a couple Shirley Temples
Low-key with a sober mental, at least until I get to my car
I got a joint to spark that's waitin' in my glove-compartment
Got to point to proved personal shit I admit I'm caught in
In the end we'll compare moves and then see who's the smartest
Somewhere between the rich and famous and the starvin' artist
I embody that, so I spit which will relate to all them... yeah, fool

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah, do it the Jet way
Put it in the air like I just called the past play
Them niggas wasn't there, they're just talkin' hear-say
Them suckers only in the hood on video days
When it's police barricades and video-tapes
Ain't bein' real, they just bein' real fake
I got real-estate, a couple plenty closin' dates, I'm straight
I know them haters was like "Homie gon' fall off, just wait"
Now they can't walk in their bitch crib without seein' my face
Chalk it up to wrokin' hard and constantly talkin' to God
Produce your Jet membership or you cannot come abord
We flyin' over you squares, fuckin' checker boards

[Hook]

"This Ain't No Mixtape" (2009)



The Briefing lyrics - Curren$y

Jets nigga now where haven't we...
Yeah
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Nigga's try'na jump ship to catch a ride on the plane
Nigga's don't got shit to do they're throwing dirt on my name
I ain't got nothing to do but tie by big shoe strings
Louis pouch for loose change, couple joints of mary jane
A few stars burst
You know who bought those cars first
You know who fuck them broads thirst
Them niggas flows be bad
You know who toss those bars worst
Spitta that nigga man star classman of the verse
Drug hip hop for my verse
Told her baby wake up now may I play you a few cuts
Jets baby you try'na see us then look up
By most I pulled two cuts
My tesla roadster do donuts
I don't ride that bitch too much I'm try'na keep the mileage low
I'm the difference between a yacht and a shrimp boat
Your the difference between a thrift store and trench coat
The difference between a dog screamin' and kindly coached
This ain't a mixtape but dream this is really so
It's nothing the game you lames are a crack in the door
We being stingy we ain't givin away swagga no more
So when we shop we make the owners close down the store
Yeah, and they look up to the jets
Nigga now where haven't we been yet

Get it Ya Self lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dee Low)

[Intro:]
I said fool, I drop them bomb-ass tapes

[Hook - Dee Low:]
To all my people on the right, you gotta get it ya self
To all my people on the left, go and get it ya self
To all my people in the middle, go and get it ya self
Man, you better get you cause everybody for self (for self)

[Verse 1:]
Spitta, nigga, I do the music if you didn't know
Live from New Orleans, I host a show on [?]
Niggas just waking up, they never heard of him before
Good morning, here's a mixtape and an espresso
Hey ho, let's go, I listen to the Ramones all the way home
Flowmasters on the [?] performance cones
Let you know who riding up the block, Curren$y currently
Got the stock rising, niggas cannot front on he, he got G's behind him
Let my girl drive, I'm passenger side reclining
So low, top's off, I thought she was driving solo
While I'm smoking a doobie, I swear my life is a movie
I swear my life is my music, I swear my life is a movement

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I get it in like clowns in a Volkswagen
Paint it funny with the tailpipe dragging
Niggas asking mad questions "Spitta, what happen?
We thought you had an album coming after Where Da Cash At?"
I was laid back planning on receiving ass cap
Counted on before they heads, I fucked around and let 'em crack
Had to get another batch, way more careful
This time I'm gonna stash 'em, instead of carrying 'em
Looking for Spitta, I'm out in Cali with the [?]
Tally up the price, I'll have two of everything that's nice
Gotta the cool Corvette Z06 Arctic White, got the laces
On my shoes tied tight, alright like the hand that I wrote this with

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
And so uh, and so I go, the flow so dope, I got 'em hooked
Like I cast fishing line from a boat, live as kings dead long time ago
When the cribs was castles and they had drawbridges and moats
The people rode horses, I rode horses
600 of 'em in the back of this Porsche
Miss, didn't miss a beat, never met a beat that I couldn't beat
Never met a freak that I couldn't skeet, I'm a capital G, I did it all for me
Real niggas and bitches applaud, I work, I go hard, I put all my shows off

[Hook]

Blown Away lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Jean LaPhare & Dee Low)

Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy

Uh, Raps I buss em
Problems with my life don't discuss em
Coups and leer jets I lust them
Can't hear them haters talk
I'm above them
But they push me to do it
That's why I love them
Fittin snub in the Chevy seat
Niggas see the future
That's ahead of me
And wish that it was cease to be
Buzz increase until it became a bang
Jet planes in the building
Bitch we do our thang
Who the main manuveur
The coup in vancouver
Canadian ladies is speakin
The fly language
I'm partially famous
Popularity gaining
They wondering when I blow
Am I gunna lose my underground soul
The answer is hell no
I'm definatley maintaining
I'm way to G
Them other niggas do their thang
But them niggas ain't me
Wear what you can't buy
Slidin where you can't be

Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
(Hehehe) Just Blown Awayyy

Roll somethin up
Mama what's the smoke in here
Sneak in here and wing tips
I never bought a pair
Out of dress code
Still getting in there
Girlfriend now rolling like a wheelchair
MDA and THC combining
She high climbing into the truck
We ridin, jack move fool
Ain't no denying the cool
The mirror image ain't quick enough
To mimic my move
You niggas thoughts about as shallow
As a kiddie pool
Can't articulate themselves
In their interviews
Rappers on a respirators
Breathing through a tube
Revivin with the live shit
We make it good as new
Tired of hand jobs
Shit, my nigga me too
Bad bitches want the real
Baby girl I feel you
Only thing I can do
Is move pen or pencil
Write and smoke my life away
As I continue...

Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
Just Blown Awayyy

Try to act like you
Ain't know the planes got it
I'm in Chi-town smoking
Like a train charlotte
Never match
They say I dress train spotta
I just stay up collecting sky mileage
I'm a high pilot
You must acknowledge
The fact that I'm not a novice
Professional driver on a closed circuit
Monster beats got Nascar spitta
On them tracks perfect
Grind outta my mind
Because it's so worth it
Enable spitta to make a big purchase
3 story crib, driveway half-circle
Dodge Barracuda nigga
Concrete surfer
Engine growling like a rottweiler
Trynna hurt ya
Bags of purple strong enough
To Stephan Urquille outta Urkel
Spitta hand deliver fly verses
Three accidents on purpose, yeah...

Scared of Monstas lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro:]
You niggas scared of monsters (Jets, nigga)
This beat right here is a monster
Them niggas scared of monsters (Jets, bitch)

[Verse 1:]
You already know what weed do to my mind, fool
Make stars align when I step in the sound booth
Rhyme patterns dripping battery acid on the tablet
Letters etched in stone resting next to my phone
Best I be left alone when I'm resting on my throne
Writing that's exciting you, upset cause your girl like it
I guess I'm a psychic, I told you that I would do it
Credit Spitta for repping New Orleans hard in his music
I was cool with Master P when Eddie Griffin was foolish
Paid a California girl that was into Karma Sutra
Don't believe in Santa Claus, but I believe in monsters
They'll beat your head off if I leave you around 'em
Stay within your bounds, some of them city niggas clowning
I'm just looking down from my private terrace, lounging
You just looking down cause I'm steady up climbing
So high, I feel the temperature drop in the climate

[Hook:]
Cause niggas scared of monsters
Them niggas scared of monsters
This beat right here is a monster

[Verse 2:]
Sweatpants and Bo Jackson's
Listening to Pac's teardrops and closed caskets
Story got told that was oh so tragic
Every day in the presence the same shit happens
Nigga get clapped and retaliation follow
Homie kill whoadie, whoadie's homie's gonna kill homie tomorrow
Oblivious hood, I ride in my Monte Carlo
Pinning my rhymes of happiness, not sorrow
So I don't shift from sugar niggas, a pusher
That's why when my brother offered me a burner I took it
Pray I never have to use it but I keep it baby
Cause it seems the cool niggas getting killed lately
And I'll be damned, never mind, I'll put it behind
Delorean doing eighty five, I travel through time
That's how I got that old game, leaning on the Azure
Mama said nice car, I'm like this old thing?

[Hook]

Elevator Musik lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro:]
(Yawns)
Long night,
Think I gave my last hundred (To the fuckin' valet)
Good evening Mr. Jackson
I mean good morning, shit
Dang

[Verse 1:]
Uhh, Number fo' jordan soles to the flo'
Steppin through the elevator door,
Select a level that I wanna be on
One push of a button be gone
Doors open in the living room of my home,
Penthouse I own
I got it on my own
When I'm gone engrave
That phrase on my tombstone
Nigga I'm in the zone,
Like the 1-3-1
Lookin' down on the super dome gettin super doam
New Orleans I roam
I love where I'm from
They know where I started they know how far I've come
If I said I'm a do it you could consider it done
My track record will prove it, I showed you for seven months
Mixtape after mixtape all was solid
Google my name and you could read all about it
No longer No limit but a nigga still bout it
No longer Cash Money still got fat pockets

[Chorus:]
Uhh, this is elevator music
All we do is ride around and get high too it [x2]
All we do is ride around and get high too it
That's why we call it the elevator music (Look up it's the jets nigga)
Cause all we do is ride around
And get high to it (Where haven't we been yet)

[Verse 2:]
Uhh, a yessir I got my lazy eyes
On that prize dime right there
I pull up the coup
It's like a pull out a chair
Because the girl broke a smile and just sat there,
Yeah shit happen like that all the time
I'm used to it
I just take it in strides
Split another, keep movin
Tie loose ends,
Burn a couple of frees
Chop fan business
Burn a pound of haze
Moves get made mo funds to raid
Niggas wanna get paid, get high, get laid
And repeat those steps
And that order everyday
My name in these streets
My name is my name
That shit that I say to remind you niggas
Even if you don't see me I'm around you niggas
I pound these bitches
Dumbfound these critics
Just spittin' the shit that I'm really livin'
Spitta

[Chorus]

On My Plane lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dee Low)

[Intro:]
Yeah
Jets nigga where haven't we been yet
Could turn me up a lil bit though
Fuck boys is wonderin' if they bitch next

[Verse 1:]
Everybody like "He's no item, please don't like him"
But the chance to sip cham with champs is enticing
Tried to fight the fever she followed them flashing lights man
And it's leading her directly to where I am
I stand G'd up as always
You can't knock it
Three cheers for spitta cause he always on his fly shit
I caught her eyes with sure hands like the legendary Jerry Rice
I give it to her right have her dreamin of weddin rice
She never smoke so much weed in her life
She high, I'm high
Too stuck to wake up
Remote control, shut the blinds
I wouldn't mind if we fuck a dozen mo times
Before you dip cause you gotta get back to your man
Don't ask when you can see me again
I ain't good at making plans
Cooler than a ceiling fan
Spendin winter time at iceland, I am

[Hook:]
When I get too high on my plane
Will I remember how dope it was last time you came
When I get too high on my plane
And if I ever touch down in your city we could do it again

[Verse 2:]
A rolling stone gathers no moss
I'm stoned
Rolling joints, flipping hoes like a coin toss
Niggas don't trust spitta cause he knock they hoes off
Homie I don't fuck witcha then there's no holds barred
Brung her to the club with you fool
That's yo fault
She chose to move with a boss
That's yo loss
Bitch niggas hatin on the jets so they throw salt
Mama lovin on the jets wanna take her clothes off
Homie in the car all alone as he drove off
He gone cry in the car
Won't see his girl till tomorrow
She at my crib in a bra
Dancing on top of the bar
Don't trip just friends we are
Shorty I'm goin far
And you see me smart enough to know
That I'm finna blow
Like a lit firecracker or some armed C4
Goin places and seein things
Fuckin hella bad bitches and not attachin any strings

[Hook:]
When I get too high on my plane
Will I remember how get the plugs last time you came
When I get too high on my plane
And if I ever touch down in your city we could do it again

16 Switches lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro - Curren$y:]
Yup, yea, yea, JETS, nigga
Fuck boys wondering if they bitch next
Spitta
Nigga
(Took another pull of the potent)
16 Switches Spitta
(Dope tracks, he dozin', spitta get them...)
Ya'll niggas scared of monsters?

[Verse 1:]
I don't bang, I spit the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminding me of Good Times
Cause I'm, posted, toasted up
By my hood bitch, she rolling up ganja
I'm reading over scripts for a HBO drama
Mo' zeroes, mo' commas
Mo' pretty drunk bitches piled in my Impala
6-3 drop top, just like Doughboy
Do we got a problem?
Hope not nigga, just tryna have a good time
Cause I heard there's hoes out
Whoa now, told her I don't like her
Rocking with her toes out
I'm after Jenny with the Foamposite Pennys
These niggas is actors
They need Emmys
These bitches wear me out like Fendi
Again, these niggas is actors
Give 'em all Emmys
These Bitches wear me out like Fendi
Spitta!

[Hook:]
I'm just lokin'
Sunroof open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the three wheel motion
Throw him
Dope tracks, he goes in
Spitta get them bitches wide open

I'm just lokin'
Sunroof open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the three wheel motion
Throw him
Dope tracks, he goes in
Spitta get them bitches wide open (open)

[Verse 2:]
I even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read "Spitta please don't quit
Cause you that shit
Them niggas ain't like you
They don't make that shit to smoke and ride to like you do"
I admit that it's true
I'm good at which I do
I can show you the proof
Cop a coupe and put the footage on YouTube
"Spitta you that nigga"
Ladies tell me on the daily
Hit my Myspace and put the ringtones on they cellies
I'm on the couch, eyes glued to the telly
Watching Family Guy
Waiting for Brian to sing "Peanut Butter & Jelly Time"
Rarely I'm seen on the clube scene lately
Cause in my city, it's a couple DJs hating
Homie I'm saying, na fuck it, I'm laying up in the crib
Swiss cheese, sliced turkey
On top of the Ritz
Cracker, that's that shit
When you get as high as I get
I got the munchies
Tell your honey make some more for me, bitch
(Yea, yea, that's it, that's it, that's the one right there)

[Hook/Outro:]
Dope tracks, he dozin'
Spitta get them bitches wide open
I'm just lokin'
Sunroof open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the three wheel motion
Throw him
Dope tracks, he dozin'
Spitta get them bitches wide open (open)

Lokin'
Sunrooof open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the 3 wheel motion
Throw him
Dope tracks, he dozin'
Spitta get them bitches wide open (open)

I'm just lokin'
Open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the 3 wheel motion
He Dozin'
Get them, wide open

The Jets Son lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dee Low & Jean LaPhare)

[Curren$y:]
Bet you never met a nigga like me
Spitta came for the Nike's, these checks written off
Payed to the order of, he who resides in the high-rises
Above the city of crime, our music changin' their minds
Openen eyes, you witness history
I am the epitome, of a nigga doin' what he please and getting cheese Simultaneously
(Non-understandable)
I got a million of 'em. Bet you out there, get the croud moving with any of them
Got them going, got 'em coming
Spitta revolving. don't go around, marry-go
Suckas marry hoes, and try to turn them into housewives
After the show, she into telling with us, she's surprised

[Chorus:]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2]
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4]

[Curren$y:]
The riddler in the mix, still on my pap shit
Play with hoes, and my plate closed
Shoutout to the clips, stroll through the mall
Stop for some chicks, took a couple pics
Asked what's up? same ole' shit
Oh so, play them old whips, you know how I roll
Chevy so fast, shawty's scared, ridin shotgun with her eyes closed
Niggas know I buy O's, like I'm on the Wheel of Fortune
Hope you get it, won't be too surprised if you didn't
Have to take a second listen, be my guest I ain't trippin
Women tell me you ain't like the other rappers, you different
Cause I don't put on a front, I put on for my city
I put my niggas on, and I put them on some bad bitches, YEA

[Chorus:]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2]
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4]

[Dee Low:]
You know how it go down when I come in this bitch, ya heard me
Walk like a pimp, nigga talk real dirty
Ladies love my boy like I'm a prince or something
So I just chill back and play with their tits or somethin
They don't mind, they be like "yo dee low" after the show
They like "can we come dee low?"
Nah give me your digits and I'll give you a call
You know I'm all booked up, sorry ho
What do you expect, I'm a pimp, a balla' ho
You see the crew, you see the bong, you see the plane color floor
J-j-just watch us, I glow
If you Dee to the Low, me and spitta bout to take a trip to Tokyo

[Chorus:]
I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me
Just stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right [x2]
I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right [x4]

Sail On lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Chris)

[Verse 1: Young Chris]
(Chyeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Gunna! (Sail on!)
Shit was all good while it lasted
But I can't keep on? flowing?
As long as the fiends keep on itchin'
Nigga, the grams keep on sellin'
(That's right!)
Bottom of the roost
From the heart of North Philly
To the top of Hollywood
Model bitches, Cali-good
I got something that they need
That they want
I'm the supplier, shorty
Low numbers on them pretty bitches
And it's FIRE!
Ghetto be my prior
I be the one that they admire
Home of the flier
I gotta become a retire
It's a rap!
I got it from here
Yes I solemnly swear
This is a global introduction, a hottest premiere
Been the fuzziest year
Staring out of my rear
Fuck the pussy police!
We got shotties to air
Never dead body, a pair
Paid a pussies a visit
Never mind being tense
Never fuck a statistic
Never disappearance, and nobody know why he did it
It's just the code of this shit
And we live it
Curren$y kick it
(Uh kick it)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah!
One of the masters of the drug flow
Anti-club dress code
I just ignore those
Narnia lions, different dimensions in my wardrobe
Bankin' on the outside of the box like a barcode. (Sail on!)
Like a seven-foot sinna
Spitta don't gotta cross ova
I just stay in the lane
Show off dunks and hang
From my goals obtained
Planes boarded
So I was already soarin'
You smell it in my clothes
Mixed with cologne by Ralph Lauren
Spitta missin'
You lookin' for him?
Take a number nigga
Never home
Gotta call me on the yacht
Floatin' out
Bottles poppin' before I left the dock
Who is that?
In the Vinny Jack?
Bumpin' super cat?
XJ 12
Soft top, retractable shell
Parking near the boat launch in Paris
Spending french bread
Nigga croissants
I got a flow that you can sail on
Yeah!

[Hook: {Curren$y}]
Sail on, Julia! (Yea, yep. They look up to jets nigga, now what they doin?)
Without the fears of ghosts. (Wondering if they-)
Sail on, Julia! (Crookin' their necks and they lookin' up to the JETS.)
Without the fears of ghosts. (From the mansion to the yacht deck.)

[Verse 3: Curren$y]
(Uh)
Spitta is chillin'
Jeans, paper, denim
Milk and Oreos with the double stuffed filling
On the internet
Ordering another engine
For the lavender Chevy
With the suede gray innards
Seen niggas go insane trying to get it
The thought process of a first place winna
JETS nigga!
We enter the dragon, got
Bruce Lee in the go-yard
My lethal kicks cause damage
Vaca. Puff Sour Diesel in the hammy
They hated on it
Said that it could never happen
I waited on em
As my plan was bein mastered
Have patience cause the best is the last laughin'
Slashing, dancing, through my defenders
No look passin'
Bitches in the rapture love my rappin' with a passion
And I'm
New Orleans fliest
Do rewind this
The JETS get the highest
(Uh)

[Hook:]
Sail on, Julia!
Without the fears of ghosts
Sail on, Julia!
Without the fears of ghosts

Got It lyrics - Curren$y

They look up to the...
Fuck boys wonderin...
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it

[Verse 1:]
Incinerate the streets
The moment that my size 7 Bapes graze concrete
Every step I take bring me closer to the roaster in the villa
Wakin up to chilled mimosas
I do it how a real nigga supposed to
I obligated myself in '02
When I seen Soulja Slim bring that lac truck through
I'm the truth these niggas is daffy
Duck ass niggas keep quackin
But I can't hear ya I got a sound proof cabin
Roll down my window just to pitch out yo wack ass album
I got you hot on the street... literally
I'm like yo promo team my lolo green
10 switches in the button for james bond smoke screen
I'm a hard act to follow
Niggas need luck better rub that log at the apollo

Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
And you can't do a thang about it
Bitches know the planes go it
Bitches know the planes go it
And that ain't gone change I'm sorry

[Verse 2:]
I'm so sick with it one listen
Might have niggas coughing n sniffling
My pockets is fatter than peter griffin
Green in em like my rollin papers
Had a couple niggas round me that I know was haters
Gave em enough rope to hang themselves that's how I played em
Broke they own necks you see they body swayin
From the ceilings n they mental prisons
Closed minds wasn't open to the fly living
Soon they understand that they never stand over my niggas
Tabulate the statistics
Congratulate the victors
We leave lames as air strike victims
I'm on my shit
These karate carbon copy jockin my kicks
I'm at work in my play clothes
Louis luggage on the racks of the range rove
Murder on the beat cased closed

Power Button lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro:]
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Jets nigga
Shout out to the big homie, shout out to Big Ben
Ferris Buller
This ought to be good for like a whole box of lettermans and hoodies and all that shit

[Verse 1:]
Word to Trademark my style need a padlock
Moon man suited up I'm an astronaut
You mad because I does what you cannot
Crib fit for a king, you would swear I had an architect from Camelot
Inspire niggas to go, how could I ever stop giving niggas the hot
The rhymes I rock inspire fly niggas to shop
And bitches rub they titties like they did for big pop
Spitta keep it honest diamonds and dollars
In the Bahamas slice ya wifey like an avocado
Blame it on the moscato, she went crazy with the bottle
Fly Vision, I seen it all through aviator goggles
Las Vegas, heavy wages, stakes raising, poker faces in the red label
All large, I roll up like zig-zag papers
Shocked they ass, give em this taser

[Hook x2:]
I get it on like the power button on the remote
So roll with us or you'll choke on the jet smoke

[Verse 2:]
And I'm so sure that them suckers over there
Ain't making the same shit we making over here
Them niggas switching the rules they ain't even playing fair
Originality seemed to have vanished in the air
I remember a time
Back when niggas could rhyme
A I-Pod and a ride a nigga bumping the tribe
Got my pedal to the metal in my De La Highs
Me, myself, and I
Me myself I'm high
See I sleep in my eyes
Gotta keep a disguise behind enemy lines
By the time they recognize that I have arrived I done entered they mind
Sneaker Freak and baby who could be more sneaker than I
Spitta be the equivalent to a bed of nails
He who sleeps on Spitta will not sleep well
Got cheese and Guac, nigga Taco Bell
I been had this bread it's all moldy and stale

[Hook]

Up Here lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Niggas know, the lyrical molesting has taken place
Second guess it's spit vicious ain't safe
Concetrated on the album fell back from the tapes
Soon as this is done it's back to square 1
It's the return of the real life live nigga no tint
Ride fly, Don't hide
Record label meetings I'm high in 'em
Got a nigga stressed
They don't want to cut the check
'Less they they feel they'll get a major?
Try to put me in a house nigga suit
So they could present me to the press
But I built my own house and you're an unwelcome guest
My heart, my mind is where I hit my wealth first
My pocket and my bank account came next
C6 'vettes, G-5 jets, 20K bets, while you niggas still in debt
Wondering what I'm doing why haven't I dropped yet
I'm on your bitches mind and a haters neck

[Hook - Curren$y:]
I can't see you niggas from up here
And I can't hear you niggas from up here
So I ain't too concerned you're doing down there
Cause it's that sucka shit and I'll not allow it around here

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
When the wheels touch down
You know the jets are in town
Smoking from the personal pound
I leave ground still high after the plane land
Your bitch with me, you left us 17 voice mails
Nigga daaamn
You're myspaceing and facebooking, looking for your girl
To no avail, she's been tooken
Spitta and that jet music what she get used to
Can't beat us, can't join us neither
We don't need ya, got the eye's on the prize my nigga
We don't see ya, niggas starving for attention
So they throwin' bait to the sky fly fishin'
I ain't trippin cause them separatists ain't even in a nigga division
This is real rap, them niggas is real whack
I'm standing in the customer service return line
With my microphone, trying to bring hip hop back

[Hook - Curren$y:]
I can't see you niggas from up here
And I can't hear you niggas from up here
So I ain't too concerned what you're doing down there
Cause it's that sucka shit and I'll not allow it around here

[Verse 3 - Young Roddy:]
Since the clock don't stop I'm getting money in the rush
All the shit that I heard, I kept it on the hush
And I'm fly as fuck, I don't need no kush
Just smelling like purple haze mixed with the million bucks
And mamma told me: hold it down, she doesn't ask for much
So I'm on my gefferson shit, I'm movin up
And my Texas homie told me that in a year they'll screw me up
And never will I ever touch girl without guts
Real niggas call it skills and fake niggas call it luck
So most niggas pay vaginas, so most niggas get fucked
And I still run the city like a RTA bus
But I'm still hard to find like a diamond in the rough
Yeah a trendsetter so they copy how I do mine
And nigga switch to this hustle when I got a new grind
We keep jars of kush, no grey poupon
And circle locked and safe, nah, we don't need no new guys

[Hook - Curren$y]

Food 4 Thought lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Amanda Diva & Mickey Factz)

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Burn slow like joints of purple
Hot Spitta, jet nigga ya'll know
Roll 84 down bumpy roads
Take Kanye advice: drive slow
Niggas think they tough they not macho
They soft, soggy nachos
That's mine doggie not yo's
Style, gear, ya got it from here
No worries, raps I got plenty to share
I'm on top I did my ground work last year
You could pass go you could pass the ball
But don't pass me the reggie that you're growing in your backyard
Shit might hurt me fuck my raps off
Aurora Borealis blast make me blast off
I came I kicked that shit
Shoulda took my Chris Webber Air Max off

[Hook:]
Come on and take a bite
Of this food for thought
Let it ease your mind
Let it take control

[Verse 2 - Mickey Factz:]
I was born in Roswell
Performed and dropped hell
It's the lyrical Norman Rockwell
And I have to be seen
Call me the king looking for my Alexander McQueen
Mean, I'm giving soul food to protools
That go through your brain waves, you like it don't you?
Don't move, and ya'll won't late
It's John Coultrane with this raw propane
I line 'em up like we on Soul Train
Cause rappers stink like raw Lo Mein
And I paint pictures like Claude Monet
So when you listen to me it's like you snort cocaine
I scored [?]
She heard of me
It's Mick Jordan chillin with Steve Curren$y
Emergency, come talk to a beast
Whose givin' you food for thought
It's all you can eat
PEACE

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Amanda Diva:]
Hot like pepper pot
Sweet like sour sop
West side born
But the spice isle in my heart
Boss like the man Barack
People listen when I talk
Start of the movement
I'm the spark that got the game on lock
Took my spot
I foxed the lot
Didn't see me coming
Bgirl I can pop and lock
But Got them boys running man
Like water they want it and I got it drippin
A lady they buggin if they think they'll be sippin
On this nectar
Next to greatness empress of the rhythm
Rising to the top/ like cream of the crop
I redeem all the little women like Alcott
Give em someone to believe in not a black girl lost
And the table's been set we preparing a feast
Something for the mind spirit and the body
Cookin up the future with these rhymes and beats
So go and get out the kitchen if you can stand the heat

Galaxy lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dee Low, Jean Lephare & Wodinsky)

[Verse 1:]
Uh now why you want to go and do that love?
A pretty thing like you in this wack club
I'm figurin you should tell your friends that your exiting
With spitta, remember the one who rode in your direction
That's him that's me came here one deep
Tryna leave plus one the ship got two seats
I can tell by your size 3 jordan OG's
That your hip to the fly mama where you hide your wings
I'm sure when your out men say strange things
Grabbin ya, shakin ya, breathin stankin ya face n shit
They the pilots for one night relationships
My neihbors rich I just lay back and do spit
Ya hungry? I can check in the fridge
Throw somethin together I can cook a lil bit
Right quick pancakes bacon n cheese grits
She textin her friend like girl this nigga the shit

[Hook x2:]
Welcome to my galaxy
Come and feel my energy
Ain't nothin but space around
And you can be my star
And you could be my star

[Verse 2:]
Uh, let's fly over your home
Higher than 30000 feet pass the ozone
Pass the joint to the nigga with the mild tone
Mama how quick can you put your digits in my cell phone
I switch em like I do my kicks and this is well known
Look how I switch two different girls in the same song
Say its wrong but who do we place the blame on
Games we play because on us they was played on
Dead wrong but don't make it right
And the patron is telling us to call it a night
We tryin fight the urge to splurge and blow purp
Watch revenge of the nerds fuck until we both hurt
Girl our heavy bottomless in the fly society shirt
Doobie in that villa you are not of this earth
The doctor who delivered you witnessed the stars birth
I was here before her but she still came first

[Hook]

Look Up To The Jets lyrics - Curren$y

[Hook:]
They look up to the jets nigga where haven't we been yet...
Fuck boys wondering if they bitch next
Bitches know the planes got it
No dope boy, I'm in the kitchen with crack tracks
Cooking up another batch
Motherfucker you know...

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Brazilian bitches rolling my green leaves
Laying with they clothes off
Mahfucka I'm spitta, proved to niggas I wasn't a quitta
They thought it was over until the Jets took over
Act like you don't see it pimpin look up we cloud surf
Homie you can have the streets the sky is my turf
My work done doubled over the summer you in trouble
Cause the labels know I'm sure to do my numbers
The checks get cut like chef sliced cucumbers
Rocked first season BBC to the season opener
Half time we probably with the club owners
It ain't enough room in this city
About to land planes on some niggas houses yes
Homie come up out it this is our shit
Ask your girl who she rep she say jets
And in the steps of Michael Jordan
I won't claim to be the best
I just let my work speak for itself

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Bitches know the planes got it
Had it in the back so long I forgot about it
Club couch with a purple cloud around it
Bitches crowd around it I just lay back on my shy shit
Me and Young Roddy on our high shit
We don't know the difference between yo bitch or our bitch
But it was clear when your bitch got in my whip
Hot Spitta my music the soundtrack to the life every rich nigga
Niggas familiar with Recaro interior and rear mounted engines
My addiction to luxury livin is serious
Recording in a padded room my flow is delirious

[Hook]

Top Of The Money lyrics - Curren$y

Yea... Yea... Yea.
This ain't no mixtape
Damn we might has just named my album
Yea... Yea... uh.

Grey polo sweats, yellow gold rolex
Blue facial mask, ya'll niggas ain't on that
One of the best rappers, you havent heard yet
Though over the years I've enjoyed my success
Where would underground rap be minus the jets?
At home living inside it's all kind of depressed
Gotta watch where I step, there's all kind of traps
Trying to keep me on the ground, I ain't got time for that
Trying to put me in my rhymes where we supposed to be at
Fly society mansion with swimming pools in the back
New Orleans what's happenin?
Yea your dude is back
Might see me in traffic in the Caprice classic
With the windows crackin, it's me flicking my ashes
Cut the check and I cash it
Blow it all on glasses
95 air maxes and mad pounds of Cali
No socks with the bad ones them bitches keep lookin at me

[Chorus:]
I'm on top of the money [x3]
Like the dope boy mattress.
Passin broads in my car they be pointin at it
I'm on top of the money, like the dope boy mattress
I'm on top of the money [x3]
Like the dope boy mattress.
Passin broads in my car they be pointin at it
I'm on top of the money
Like the dope boy mattress

I'm on top of the money
Like the dope boy mattress
Got deals on the table, silverwares and napkins
The right moves they help me take care of my family
Two coups will make me more of a chick magnet
Spitter destined for greatness I always knew it would happen
I just laid in the Gap like one of the store mannequins
From the back burnin my attack I was plannin it
And now I'm bendin corners in the Nomad Wagon
Sittin them 22s with the staggered fittin
Fishtail tail whippin I'm burnin rubber my tires spinnin
Spittin what I'm livin never lyin in my lines
I'm the truth in the booth hit it real when I rhyme
They see me on my grind and they be like aw shit
Spitta fly that plane he gon make em all rich
We just do our thing we don't listen to your shit
We just listen to ourselves we the niggas ya'll fit

[Chorus]

mixtape: "How Fly" (2009) - Curren$y (with WIZ KHALIFA)



Car Service lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Clear the run way baby
I get money from sunday to sunday lady
Oh behave I'm young, rich, famous
Tryin to keep my pockets on schwarzenegger
O.G in my swisher so my blunt taste flavor
Don't it
Ya'll niggas can get it if you want it
Tryna catch a flight I'm in the back seat playing Xbox
Car service just chillen
Burners in the wall
Money all through the ceiling
Hit Spitta on the phone
Tell my dawg that we killin, these fuckin blogs
They love a star and I'm flashin'
Life just like a movie, no casting
Asked if the game kinda slow
But I'm a treat it like a ashton
Pedal to the medal I'm mashin
All we know is big money, medical weed, and fashion
So try your best to imagine,
Bro

[Chorus:]
I'm rollin' up another one
Starring out this
Window, window, window, windoww
They tellin' me to change how I'm livin'
But it's all I knoww
Seen it in every city on my
Way out to another one, nother one, nother one, nother onee
You find me anywhere that paper go (go)
Ohhh (ohhhh) ohh

[Curren$y:]
Bone ribs, double s's, with the flow shifts
Windows 20/20 clear, beat these 20's on the rear
Order da car service
If I feel as though I don't want to steer [?]
Bitches freeze in the xenon head lights, like a deer
But not out of fear, she lookin'
Cause there's money over here
Shine from above these land lovers, I'm a chandelier
My girl gotta pocket bubbler in her purse
She keep it G and pack the bowl
With weed and let me hit it first
Ain't tryna be a hogg dawgy
All I want is what I'm worth
80 days, 80 stages baby all around the earth
Amazing race for the paper you suckers eatin' dirt
Chew some orbit gum, brush your teeth,
And scrape your tongue
Fresh as they come, second to none
Pretty woman flirt battin eyelashes they need guidance
Lace them up like my new balance
And keep flyin'
The closest that you lames ever came
To the planes was a palm pilot

[Chorus:]
I'm rollin' up another one
Starring out this
Window, window, window, windoww
They tellin' me to change how I'm livin'
But it's all I knoww
Seen it in every city on my
Way out to another one, nother one, nother one, nother onee
You find me anywhere that paper go (go)
Ohhh (ohhhh) ohh

The Check Point lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeaaahhh bitch
The Jets and the Taylor gang
Champagne, paper planes
You already know what it is man
Young Khalifa, my nigga spitta
Yeah

Only living material, as long as the money straight they wanna see me fall
But I got a crib that's over looking the city though,
When a lot of bitches who wanna get in our videos
Ten to twelve hour long trips, bong rips
I ain't interested in what you sellin I run my own shit
Made it through a long list, did my all
Some will talk slick, but no contest, I'm dead stressed
That's why the bitches love me,
She leavin you to come where the liquor and drugs be
I'm glass floor now you passport and over seas we watchin the sun rise,
Smoke a joint out on the beach
Write my name in the sand, I
Never beena nigga who had a lucky nothin you can say everything I planned out,
Now stand out,
I fell asleep on the plane and woke up to people screamin my name

[Chorus:]
No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no,
I Nnever put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
I don' think it's wrong (Jets)
Doin a hundred but they tell me to take it slow (Nigga)
But I never put my foot on the break oh no (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh (Got your bitches slippin off their wedding rings)

[Curren$y:]
Livin the life is just me,
Some bitches my niggas in a crib full of vices
But I don't do drugs, just weed
Caution flags wave, and fuck it I still speed
And proceed to give them what they waitin for
Daytona 500 guess who lightin joints up in the race car
Play hard, but I work way harder to afford
Boats, put your women on the water let 'em boogie board
Slightly older still, sexy broad, think give me more
Just strip for me without the tease, give me more
Still rockin Golden Eye on the Nintendo 64
Sayin they don't make 'em like this anymore
Same goes for my whip, same goes for my kicks, rare
And I don't rush to the store, they save me a pair
Yeah, a nigga livin in the air
Spending more time in the clouds then I spend on the ground
Do the opposite, fuck takin advice from these clowns
That's why I mash the gas when they tell me slow down
Yeaaa

[Chorus:]
No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no,
I Never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
I don' think it's wrong
Doin a hundred but they tell me to take it slow
But I never put my foot on the break oh no
I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh

The Planes lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Chorus:]
I guarantee you leave the club with us you won't be the same
They can't help it c'mon these bitches know it's The Planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say
That money will be seen, as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Curren$y:]
My car ride by without the boomin' system
I'd rather spend that loot on my engine
Oh, hail to the chief, I been one helluva indian
But settlin' in teepees ain't sittin' well with me see
I need plenty green acres
And easy wider papers
Got the OG game in me sega
Bulls verses lasers to the left
I played her, but you treat her right
Sucka what I get in one night
You wait a couple months for
You love her, I cut up
She woke and I was gone only weed crumbs on the cover
Yeah spitta get it like that
Just how I said it in my raps respect it don't I keep it real
Said I fuck you good and disappear, ain't that what I did?
Niggas talkin' down on the planes better shut up
I'm fed up, waitin' on valet to pull my vet up
You better get up
Trynna be cute bitch I'm a leave you
Her home girl she said "please" too,
She no crazy

[Chorus]

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Drunk nights goin' through my phone tryna figure out which one I want to get at
You already home cookin' and grindin' my weed for me, I just left the club but I'll be there in a minute
Take the lock off the door
And that way you won't even have to listen for me
Oh yeah, and leave some light on in the kitchen darlin'
I mess with the baddest hoes
Gotta go overseas to buy their clothes
Trees she got 'em rolled
Don't gotta deal with jealousy cause she not involved
Ain't trippin' on her man cause she got her own, yeah
Independent as can be still I'm the one they're calling
Be there then I'm in the wind no breakfast in the morning
Phil, I'm in and out like it's fast food
People get to know me say I'm more than just a rap dude
Pay the cost to be the boss - no tax due
Now my money feelin' like it's tattooed

[Chorus]

Fly Niggas Do Fly Things lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Young Khalifa, man. How fly
We already a quarter pound in on this one
How are you?
Yeah, we killing these blogs!
You already know my nigga
Ain't no turning back now! This shit on smash

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Influenced by the reefer but I'm still positively speaking
Heading down to New Orleans fuck with Spitta for a weekend
Exotic bitches freakin, minks on the rug
I'm living Cliquot dreams, pouring drinks in the tub
One life to live, so I'm a live it up
Like you gotta pay for pussy, nigga
I don't give a fuck. Blowing awesome new threads
Chickens give me new head
One look at my charm, they say I ain't doing too bad!
My palms itching like you did when you rolled in grass
Flick another joint, I'm here but I just hope it lasts
On the beach with my amoebas smoking hella-Zags
Love the life we lead but we just make a toast and laugh
You say another day, I see it as another plane
Another dollar, another reason to ensure the fame
Every city they repping, they know my name
We the Gang, Taylor painted on the wing

[Hook: Curren$y]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Fly niggas do fly things
Take the pictures in the Chevy is the song we sing
Kids looking up to me cause I'm a G

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Would it be cliche to start my verse
Saying something that I always say?
The planes got it, I perfected my roll in the sunset
Aeronautics, I swear on my soul I would never cosign
Some nonsense. Muscle car auction, I just cop it
And then go ride it. Wait for the night to set
Then really pop it and drive it. Bitches run on the side of it
Like those little Jamaican kids who saw that benz with Buns and Ox inside it
Word to Wale, Spitta OT in DC for 4 or 5 days
I got enough J's in my? bag
Smelling like a pound, TSA what they looking at?
Wanna pat me down, came up with nothing cousin
Pull away from ground transportation puffin!
Baking kush berry muffins
Mind on a million, trying to get this shit is puzzling
In the grand scheme of things, where you sit in this discussion?

[Hook: Spitta]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Fly niggas do fly things
Take the pictures in the Chevy is the song we sing
Kids looking up to me cause I'm a G

In The Middle lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
It's the planes and the the Taylor Gang!
And I'm
Fuckin' with the Chronic cause' the Chronic give me dopness
Center of the camera focus
Once the Car Service doors open
I'm with a chick you only seen on magazine covers posing
I really know this bitch
I won't tell you I got it unless I could show you it
I'm not gon' tell you about it unless I got through it
Formula One car, code word for solo whip
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you I'm cool
Weed lit
Lights flipped up on the Porsche
The same model Tony escaped from the club with
When them haters tried to knock him off
That's cold
Destroyer of the track I am Spitta Destro
You in the club line obeying the dress code
I drive by
Bitches making googley eyes
Google me Ma
I do that music so beautifully huh?
Believe that
JETS nigga retweet that

[Hook: Curren$y]
And In the Middle we stay calm we just drop bombs
In the Middle we stay calm we just drop we just drop
In the Middle we stay calm we just drop bombs
In the Middle we stay calm we just drop we just drop

[Verse 2: Wiz]
Yeah
Gang
Plus
Planes
JETS Taylor Gang
You know the slang
Bad bitches feeding me Champagne
Show up smelling like weed on the plane
People cut they eyes but they don't say shit
Rep Taylor Gang plus the Planes bitch
Polo Socks
Bad Bitches dig em cause' they know the flow so hot
They be at my shows hoping one day they can meet us
And maybe we'll smoke
I ain't on no Hollywood shit
You sexy and know how to handle your weed?
You probably could bitch
Bong rips send us to Hong Kong trips
My life is a movie stick to the script
Can tell that it's quality before it's lit
He is I and I am him
Some bitches a lot of weed and gin
Tattoos cover my skin
Hoes scream Taylor Gang out they roof
Plus they love the JETS music
Uh huh yeah
Lemme hear it

Drunk Dialing lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh the club lite turn to sunrise
You know I still ain't done right
Skip my place and take you to yo crib
I'm trynna roll a mega joint, raid yo fridge
You got the ps3 you love yo kid
I'm a play his shit since he not here
And I still got a fetish for other niggas hoes
Still keep the tooth brush in my car
With some basketball shorts and tha charger for my phone
You never know what will happen, spontaneous action
In the city of the Mardi Gras parade and gun clappin, quarterbacking
Not the center but I'm snapping bones
Shorty don't be smoking like that she grown
Leon phelps, hugh hef rider flow
Boogie nights at the roxbury, Which way should we go huh?

[Hook: Curren$y]
6 in the morn'
But I don't wanna go home
So I'm driving from the club alone
Hoping one of these hoes answer they phones
(Got these bitches slippin' of they wedding rings)
(It's the planes and the gang)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, 6 am chicks we slay them
Knowing favorite songs picks we play them
I ain't on some some big ol' star ship, but tell you I sure afford it
My lifestyle, all the visuals are gorgeous
Spend nights out couple bitches at the fortress
Got all these lil hoes addicted, cause if it ain't broke then it's rich bitch
I'm ridin' in my ride getting lifted
Thinkin' which chick I'm a bruce lee kick with
I roll another joint to start my mission
And hella watch her watch my prevision
Need a nigga that don't care what it cost him
Say you scarred of heights but admit the view is awesome
And the weathers great, roll another plane, celebrate
And I'm in the sky so she ask me how I'm fly

[Hook]

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

[Curren$y:]
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not really, but that's the way the weed got me feeling
Got a low rise in Venice
Mami you got the vision and I see it HD
And it couldn't be any clearer
You should be with Spitta
And you know that this your chance, don't blow it like birthday candles
Good guy Spitta keep his name outta them scandals
It's not a secret, I prefer my girls in sneakers, never sandals
Posing naked in only a pair of Nike Vandals
Bottles pop, back to back
Extra large chronic sack
Cellphone, camera's out
Mama I remember that
Anytime I look at that
I go to wondering where you at
So baby where you at
With it
I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
And maybe we get back up in a minute

[Chorus: x2]
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying on the seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Listen, if you with it, get in
What you sipping
Hit it out of the park
That's if you pitching
First you look at me wrong
Like uh uh, no he didn't
Then you turn into rubbing on me
You start to give in, get it
By the beach, watching tennis
Crack another bottle of Perignon
Louis V carry-ons when you visit
Sending all them singles in your sidekick sentence
Then I reply like be there in a minute
Just put me and Curren$y on your friend list
The weed come from a village
Truck tire, sour diesel scented, that's real shit
From smelling this she wanna see how the cigar taste
We lighting reefer bumping 808's & heartbreaks
Skinny broad but out them jeans she got a heart shape
Skip the movie date and take her to the horse race
And let you bet it all keep the winnings
Young entrepreneur give you the business, dig it (Yeah)

[Chorus: x2]
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying on the seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)

The Life lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

Yeah! It's young Khalifa man, Currensy the hot spitta
Look in the mirror man ask yourself one thing hahahaha
How Fly yeahhh

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Foot on the gas, I'm fast living picture me I ain't have no pot to piss in
Now I'm checking bags cheif and hash with politicans helicopter pads some hoes
To get to know and hella zags, no tagss. I ain't one to brag but if you ain't trying to hear
About the money drugs and women then I ain't one to asskkk. Smoke so much that I'm
Going brain dead Hoes mad at me cause my phone off until my plane land. I tell her
Whoa!... slow down baby the spitta with me it's enough to go round lady, you drive by
I give her wings redbull and Jim buckets of a couple paper planes broadcasting my
Name over internet airwaves bitches hear me on twitter put my music on there
Myspace pagess. yeah! if you smoke then roll up and play this me and hot spitta
Come where the planes is

[Curren$y:]
She said she wants to sip clicquot on my living room floor smoke weed hang with
Other famous people I know gain access to exculsive places I go lavesh and dangerous
Is the life I chose, but I wouldn't change it for nothing Sex, money and drugs wrong way
Sports cars and luggage better to be somebody for one day then to be a nobody for your
Whole life so fuck it! yeah get the cork out the bottle put the purp in the easy wider
Spitta in the house, hide your lighters I take em, a case I mistake them indented in
My bed for I could'ntswore I brought this one in with me in the cinnamion interior 9 10 to
Early 80's buy chevy with a great engine. high jacking your women you left her
Unattened Dr. jackle and Mr. Fly when I'm on that liqour the way of the samarui
I got my chi centered sharp as blades these bars I lay forever the player and
Never played I slay them bitches I never save, bomb ass trees they get blazed
Palm trees we use them for the shade, What else can I say I got it made
Like I had it built taylor gang or get killed. Yeah!

Surface To Air lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

{Uh Jets nigga now where haven't we... they look up to jets nigga now where haven't we... fuck boys wondering if the bitch next}

[Curren$y:]
Ask yaself... how fly... the planes and the taylor gang... [x7]

Haters stand clear of em, ya'll stand cheer for em, shook away from lames and over came let's here it for em'
Zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to em', Outta nowhere air hare jordans...
Kicked up sittin' behind a mahogany desk, crumblin' 'erb just as Big Boi and Andre would suggest
Flow sick need a check up, flow sick that's how I got my checks up
Bad bitches gold diggin' lame niggas out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
Then slide through the set and fuck the JETS cause' she respect us
You think you got a winner, but you don't I bet she let us (lettuce)
Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup... the works!
Driving in a aquifina truck to the club cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test dummy honey need a helmet cause she jumping head first
It's amazing how I get so high and stay so down to Earth

[Chorus:]
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't nobody fuckin' with us
You didn't put 100 on it then you can't hit it.'
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin'
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they bitches

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Smoke filled rooms, camera lens zooms from a mile away you smell the fumes
College girls play me in their ipod or zune
Even bitches with bad attitudes bumpin' to our tunes, they high maintenance
Give em' wings let em' fly places, introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers
Rollin' in lime papers and Randy's, smokin' out somewhere where the sand be. Plan B killin' these kids
Not Michael Jackson, I ain't feeling these kids, and you hatin' such a shame that's where your energy is
I'm in a Gfizz flying, leave your bitches with the planes now she sky diving. Hella vibin'
And your hating adds just more steam, more chips now I'm living more Rothstein
So for every thing it's worth, I travel all four corners of the Earth putting in work

[Chorus:]
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't nobody fuckin' with us
You didn't put 100 on it then you can't hit it.'
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin'
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they bitches

Over The Building lyrics - Curren$y

[Hook:]
I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear,
Weed in my grinder, mine on a million
Taylor gang on the planes, you know we over the building,
If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya
If you reconize game, I should be looking familiar,
If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya
If you reconize a G, I should be lookin familiar,

[Verse 1:]
Party and chillin and fast livin how I'm suppose too,
Not the choices given, I chose too,
Leave the club with a couple of hoes who,
Love to smoke trees, rolling it e-z widers,
Paper maintain a low speed, now should I proceed,
Come from a city where niggas ain't got a lot,
But got it locked, so I be low key,
Money, hoes, clothes is all a nigga knows,
Don't bring enough I blow it by the O,
I hit the road, cause shit is exactly how it seems,
Why cat's been sleeping on me I been livin out my dream,
The marijuana is loud but my sorroundings are soreem,
I'm laughin and smoking hoping my camera catch the scene,
Fresh up out the plane, flick another paper,
Shorty wanna ride with me as bad as I wanna taker her,
Put you in demand bitches taking flicks with the planes,
And send them to their friends,
Weed the grind mine on a million, and we over the building

[Hook:]
I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear,
Weed in my grinder, mine on a million
Taylor gang on the planes, you know we over the building,
If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya
If you reconize game, I should be looking familiar,
If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya
If you reconize a G, I should be lookin familiar,

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And I'm livin like a balla Loc,
I'm having money and blowing hella chronic smoke,
Did we just become best friends with these hoes,
On a boat well, probably so but we don't love them no,
Only can cake causes my heart to palpitate darling,
Clean that money keep this dirty ball revolving,
No pausing, I get too high to have downtime,
No matter what your watch say nigga it's my time,
I hear them critics right now "all them fools make is weed songs" blah blah blah,
You sound like a sucka, tune ya out,
As I'm tuning up my Chevelle, this weekend I'm a pull it out,
Lay some rubber down, slanging rocks everywhere, people mad as a mothafucka,
But he jet connected, so they know they can't touch em,
Airborn from here on, been sworn in,
Fat pockets, cause I took chance even when they were slim

[Hook:]
I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear,
Weed in my grinder, mine on a million
Taylor gang on the planes, you know we over the building,
If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya
If you reconize game, I should be looking familiar,
If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya
If you reconize a G, I should be lookin familiar

Rollin Up lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Chorus x2]
And I'mma keep rolling up
Put the weed low when the police is rolling up
Fool all I know is go and try to let them haters slow me up
Stashing for my (insert)?
They balling when they old enough

[Curren$y]
Yeah, jets nigga
As if I had to say it, spitta
In the middle of every bad Bitches playlist
I tunes banging from my hotel room
Nothing but beats bitch
Fuck it when I die I could sleep Bitch
My momma need a bigger crib so I need this money g
King kong aint got shit on me
My face is a coupon
I don't know them but they know me
Bitches pitch it, like pitchers
But I'm smart not a wild swinger careful at what I'm hitting
Burners in the sofa cushion careful where you sitting
Aint in to nothing crazy keep it for them crazy niggas
G fizz [?] fly holla at wiz, catch the steelers
Smelling like high time at the 50 yard line
Ushers bugging wanna check our tickets

[Chorus]

[Wiz Khalifa]
And um, my niggas the planes back
Getting full off of dinner but save scraps
Never know when a rainy day may hap-
Pen pictures out of my life and Bitches I Taylor gang that
Me and spitta, spend a grand at the bar
Buying drinks for my niggas
Hoes selling they souls just to be with us
On the road with winners, champions
Ride smoking weed to myself the only reason they stress
Because I'm on the level you can't be in
And I flick the middle finger to fake friends
We live like when the loyalty is strong you can't bend
We the planes and all of my niggas stamped in
Billionaire clothes out in Vegas fucking Millionaire hoes
I'm in the air solo
You know where near close
Went and took the road this youngin here chose
Smoking it by the "O"

[Chorus]

mixtape: "Fin..." (2008)




Lysol lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)

("Fin..." Version)

[Sample - Jay Z & Lucifer:]
Jets nigga, where haven't we... uhh
Bitches know the Planes got it

F-I-N dot dot dot

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
That's Spitta Ain't it?
That nigga internet famous
Fresh while its painted
Pass the joint to the cat he came with
Speaking the codes
Landlovers don't know the pilot language
Everytime we hear you niggas bite our style we change it
Everytime you try to holla at a dime
She say she taken
And if you do get a bad one and bring her round us she's taken
These rappers is acting gay
6 degrees of seperation
I swear them niggas kicks like my Nike Air Bakins
I'm at the hobby shop
I'm in the R-I-C racing
Smashed my gas-powered viper and now I need a replacement
I got that to plu on pluto
That space shit
They must of told you not to say the "S" word in your raps cause we heard your joints you ain't say shit
Clear the lane
Make way for the planes bitch
You think she a model but to us she just a plain bitch
Your girlfriend will forever be The Planes bitch

[Lucifer Beat]

[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Fly Society
Now its major league cash so them niggas call us bankers
Big bob marley blunts
We call them stankers
Hold the hood down so them niggas call us anchors
And ain't shit change
The judge still get the finger
Call up Mr. Robinson
They never see my angle
Out in Cincinnatti like I'm betting on the Bengals
Look how I stack my chips up like pringles
And they say I ask to ass I mean anal
And I bet I get paid far as the game go
Stack them all up until the singles
Back when they bumped Cutless Mindless and regals
My hoopgroup you gon hold like tivo
And jets fly the globe like beatles
Sharper than a razor
On point like needles
That word to my main mamacita
They used to laugh at me
Now I'm bumping through their speakers
Like "Hell yeah, feel getting that money legal"

[Lucifer Beat]

The Explanation lyrics - Curren$y

Spitta nigga you know me or either you know of me
Witnessed traces of my swagger
But it was being presented to you by other rappers
These niggas is actors, consumed by their roles
Thinking that they are really that nigga they created in their fictitious lyrics
Perfect example given, of life imitating art
These niggas is lost in the sauce
I'm partying in a downtown loft
Thanking God that I'm finally getting on
And praying for the talented rappers who still off
What a nigga gotta do to get through?
Do I gotta record a verse in auto-tune too? Shit
Let me stay away from that
Before niggas misconstrue it and label this a diss track
These are just facts, spitta snap like a slim jim
You just realizing that I'm that nigga homeboy I been him
Could keep the mixtapes up month to month continuously
But I figured that my words would lose their validity
To the ingrates who don't appreciate my mixtapes
Taking for granted my rhymes
Because they hearing new ones all the time
I'm about to take a sabbatical dog
And let these late bloomers get hip to spitta's catalog
Real niggas I'm not turning my back on ya'll
Real bitches I ain't giving up on rap for ya'll
I'm just pausing for the people who slow
And let them learn the shit you already know

Muthafucka you know
Bitches know the planes got it
Jets nigga, where haven't we been yet?
My name is in the streets, my name is my name

We Made It lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Spitta nigga any beat I get on I get off into my zone
Think we gotta 7 grams left of that zone
'Bout to call my girl and tell her bring another one from home
I get it on like the power button on the television remote
So hold roll with us or you choke on that jet smoke
Niggas know the jet smoke, the best from both coasts
I got plugs like an extension cord cause
Spitta bring it back like you fucked up my
Order at the drive through can a nigga really rap
Homie, are the Devils from Duke, Blue?
Ride off the block bitches try to jump in the sunroof (it's so true)
And I ain't got no feathers in my seat but that's your chick in my coupe

Nothin' but a G thing baby, two East side niggas going crazy
FS is the set we made it
Laughing at them bitch niggas they hatin'

[Verse 2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Trademark the force with me I'm dead eye
My flow priceless you can't cop it at Best Buy
And to the tech sign, ts just a test drive
Like a broke nigga trying to cop an X5
They waiting on me to drop, like the next live
I'm just smoking trine thinking of my next line
I'm so focused like professor x man
Kicks fire, wrist ice plus my neck shine
Yes I'm that fly, multiply 10 times
Divided by my swag and this is what you have
Foreign whips, chicks and a lotta cash
Big money sacks they looking like lotto bags
I'm blowing that fire weed we call it the hydro hash
Sports car trunk in the front two on the dash
I take off from run wheels and hella pass
Boat launch triggered ghost out like [?]

Nothin' but a G thing baby, two East side niggas going crazy
FS is the set we made it
Laughing at them bitch niggas they hatin'

Da City lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro:]
Yeah, turn it up a little bit
I remember this from the beginning of Menace II Society
I started wearing my socks high after that too

Spitta that nigga rap slow live fast
Six fo with the switch box under the dash
327 rat underneath the hood
Got it growling like something need to be in the woods
Just dipping through the city where the choppas fire
Young niggas on the set like they filming the wire
Seen my homeboy Dip last month got hit
With a shotgun blast but he survived the shit
Bitches talkin bout Spitta say the nigga so clean
I swear he got chlorine in his veins
Made my low low lean like it sip codeine
Executive suggest that Spitta better switch up his flow for the cheese
I don't comply and complain
They try to tempt me but I restrain
Refuse to compromise, I won't change
Like I vow to forever where the same thing, yeah

New Day lyrics - Curren$y

I would be pleased if you rolled my weed
Because I'm sober as a cobra
I'm sitting on the floor, you on the sofa massaging my shoulders
Only me and you and none of my homies coming over
Cause I already called and told them we'll be local until the morning
Pouring up mimosa, Tropicana and Don P
You drunk and full of weed and on E and horny and on me
I got that knockout, I beat it up until you fall asleep
Your home-girl been in these sheets before
Don't act like she ain't told you in the streets
He cool and calm but in the bed he so controlling
Said I'm something serious, and that's what got you curious
Your eyes are the windows to your inner thoughts
And darling, you got your curtains drawn back and your blinds up
Now I know there's nothing running through your mind
Beside the thought of pulling your thong to the side and letting me behind ya
Got a handful of that pretty hair and I hope it's yours
Cause I'm gon be pulling on it like it's tug of war
Bout' to fall from the bed to the floor
Tomorrow both of us will be sore, that's for sure
But I hope you ain't to hurt to fuck once more
And before we knew it, last night done turned into a...

3AM lyrics - Curren$y

Uh, Jets nigga
Uh, Jets nigga (yeah)

Nigga start I was sleeping

Yeah yeah... yeah

I got freaks in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
No disrespect to Snoop, I'm a switch it up
I get sleepy round 3am
I don't trust them hoes, somebody better come and pick them bitches up
I ain't bringing them home in my trunk
Oh grimy ass bitches, you know how they be
Riding in your shit, drop them off at your crib
Next minute you realise you missing CD's
Can't run G on the G
I know what it look like
Think you fast enough to pass me
Trying to pull the wool over my eyes
But I see the gimmicks, the whack lyrics
The shit is depressing, I came to fix it
Flow butter scream my raps over your biscuits
These niggas claim that their shit so sick
That they spitting, I must be immune to it
Cause I don't get it I talk that shit, I roll with it
I talk that shit, I'm smoking it
I talk that shit, I'm so immit

Yeah

mixtape: "Fast Times At Ridgemont Fly" (2008)

Intro lyrics - Curren$y

("Fast Times At Ridgemont Fly" Version)

This my favorite part though
Ohh shit, haha cause we know we finished

Yep, another month, another take
I could waste my time with bullshit instructions like, roll somethin' up or pour somethin' up
But if ya'll fucking with me you should already have it rolled up or poured up
Month six, Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly
Let my boy just talk for a minute
(Float on, Float on)
The Floaters if you don't know
Don't download it, buy it for real
Support real music
I give y'all enough free music
So y'all shouldn't have to pirate quality music
Cause I give y'all free quality music every month
This is month six... Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly

Trademark the Skydiver is at Subway diggin' the sandwitches
And Mr. Marcelo is sleeping on the floor
Dickies engineering the sessions, as he always does
Got his gray doorag on, it's hangin' in the back
I don't really agree with that, but it's alright I'm not really trippin'
Haha, and he's still upset that the Lakers lost
And even Brett Favre is fucking with the Jets
So we don't have too much to complain about
And I just dropped a roach in the Burger King cup I hope my brother won't drink from it
If so, you're skrewed
Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly...

Modern Day Hippie lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse 1 - Currensy:]
My satelite trippin', I watch TV at your girl house
My homies fell through, we had a smoke-out at your girl house
Dropped ashes everywhere, burnt holes in your girl's couch
Put a pillow over it
I was gone before she noticed it
Just a glimpse into the daily happenings
Of one of them flyest to ever try his wings at this rappin' shit
In love with the rap hustle, I never turned my back on it
I run after money that's why them bitches run after me
Whack rappers on a dope beat: simple battery
Hot Spitta on any beat: that's a fatality
Vicious how you do it? I don't know it just comes naturally
Spitters Spicoli, Zig-Zag
Rollin' with my Cali homies
My patience for the middle man has run out
Take me to the boss like the Mike Tyson code-own punch out
I'm really on my grind
You just lookin' for a ride
Like you standin' on the side of the road with your dumb mouth

[Hook x2 - Currensy:]
Spitta is chillin'
The Planes in the buildin'
The bitches like us cause they say we different
From all them other niggas say they just not with it
Smoke and make music, I'm a modern day hippie

[Verse 2 - Currensy:]
Still on my New Orleans shit, asthmatic
Spitta keep a bag of Dolium and some prolactin mist
I'm as vicious as it get
This is rap with rabies
I got a fetish for Chevy's created in the 80s
And you say you riding old schools too, you all mistaking
That's a 190E, just a old ass Mercedes
Know a lot of niggas hate me cause my pockets getting cakey
These fuck boys can't see the paper that The Plane see
Bumping Paper Planes by M.I.A
I'm partying in M.I.A
My bitches looking for me say I'm M.I.A
They trying to spy on me like the CIA
Call Cheaters on me, I just say "Homie"
Then I cruise the other way

[Hook x2]

Roll My Shit lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Got niggas like, "Don't me and Spitta be rhymin' alike?"
Never, not on your life, you on thin ice
I'm at P.F. Chang's, I'm on shrimp fried rice
My name is my name, you know my name right
C-U-Double R-E-N-Dollar Sign-Y in the hell are we not signed
Your guess as good as mine, I gotta few offers
But you know how they do, they low ball ya
Izzle got a Impala
I'm a get one too cause I don't want to ask if I can borrow
His shit so I got my own
In front the club, block my car off with the cones
Don't let nobody get in my spot when I'm gone
I might come back around this bitch
Watch these hoes as they walk out
Tha'ts the only way to see what they really look like
Cause you can't trust the mother fuckin' club lights
I might, seek out something proper
Models twisted off Ciroc vodka
A fitted t-shirt, married to the Mob one
Kick game proper, super sky tops
Millionaire frames, tail blue aqua
Just my style, you can't ride in the Lotus
One question, baby can you roll this...

[Hook:]
I need a bad bitch to roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit
I can play the PlayStation while you roll my shit
Or I can write a rap while you roll my shit
I only let bad bitches roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
I'm in my '85 Chevrolet short bed
Bad as I want to, can't speed up
Cause the homegirl rolling the weed up
She roll 4 out a $50 bag of reefer
She called it the purple people eater
We got high started talking about threesomes
Told me about the time she was only fucking females
Broke it down into every single detail (Sheesh)
Babygirl save some of that for me
A day in the life of a New Orleans G
Don.t play with ya life in these New Orleans streets
I don.t start shit that.s why them girls love me
They know I'm chill, they know I'm real
Assassin with the gifts, Spitta dressed to kill
I will Pittsburgh steal your chick
But if she can't roll joints you can keep that bitch

[Hook:]
I need a bad bitch to roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit
I can play the PlayStation while you roll my shit
Or I can write a rap while you roll my shit
I only let bad bitches roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit

Still That Nigga lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah, It's still FS nigga, Jet Set nigga
Rome my block west coast cell phone I got hoes locked
So my California visits be prop ass broads, with cannabis cards
Hard top like convertible cars, niggas thought I sold mine
Brother you out your mother fucking mind
I am still that nigga, wood grain wheels, still the Laguna SS
Freddy Kruger SB's on the gas I step, accelerating niggas get left, right
Try to gimmy crap mother fucker no dice, spitta snap like the back of my Bape hat
Don't ask where I got it I hate that, I'm connected people I get it where they make it at
At the Lakers game me and tk sitting adjacent to Jack, give them a couple seconds to compute that
This that spitter shit bitch don't confuse that
We have these other dudes rap peace and love hell raise uh uh dude
My straps cruising in my Escalade eating fruit snacks
I'm on my big kid shit got rich bought all the things I couldn't get when I wanted them
Got it all full of dimes and hundreds, I can only ride one of them
Back in the G they made fun of them now they labels telling em you need to do one with him, yeah yeah

Fast Times lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mr. Marcelo)

[Curren$y:]
Yeah, JETS Nigga

[Mumbling] "These fast times at Ridgemont Fly " [x3]
YEAH, yeah, YEAH, Jets nigga Where haven't we been

Niggas thought that I would of fell off by now, but I didn't
I never run out of lyrics, I never run out of bitches
I never lost a race after I bought my crate engine,
Never forget a face, but names I don't remember sometime
Unless the Pussy was bomb, I gotta fly Asian model
She look like Mulan, she tattooed a airplane on her forearm
To show her dedication, you fuckin with the planes Ma
Can't fuck with them lames now, them niggas small change now
Ain't it different over here, ain't my diamonds way more clear
Them losers wifing prostitutes like Richard Gear in Pretty Woman
I just keep it movin in my retro number 3s, you remember the royal blue ones
I show you how to do it, rock quality selvedge, none of my sneakers got blue streaks on em'
Bumpin Notorious Big - Warning, hold on I hear somebody comin'

[Mr. Marcelo:]
I am that man from the interstates, doin' one seven eight
Bathing Apes to the pedal, I am on another level
Black on black insides hell yeah I'm in the dark
Four four bulldog full I will let it bark
Light tints, no incense, just weed smoke
Feelin like I'm ridin on water in the speed boat
Top back, gun cocked, just incase a hater run up on me
Bet this zombie gonna stop him like a stopwatch
I roll through every hood hell yeah I'm good
If not, I will make it jump like hopscotch
No doubt niggas, know bitches, know 'Celo
The definition of a nigga raised by the ghetto
Niggas say I been around, I say I'm a be around
Good smoke keep high, you will never see me down

The Good Part lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro:]
Yeah
These Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly [x3]
Jets, uh

[Verse:]
What you want to do?
Y'all want to be ballers, shot callers, brawlers
Who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers
This beat cool but let's skip to the good part
I'm that nigga
Been had lyrics since tapes
And the rise of the plane continues
It's Mr. Clean Kicks speaking
More dunks than the contest at NBA All-Star Weekend
Jodeci flow, I got the girl feenin'
Your ho keep my name in her mouth more than my semen
See man, you a little jackass like Wee Man
Louis Vuitton E-L-A-N high tops
High as hell
At a very posh Hollywood night spot
Celebrity bitches [?] in the club
They fight amongst the stars like Sky Fox
Cocky I'm not
But I do look down at you players in the game
Like I'm sitting in a sky box
I stop never
You rappers got a month to get your shit together
Yeah

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