[Hook: Big Krit (2x)]
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Club couches, gold digging hoes hounding
Wishing to wake up in one of our houses
‘Cause we got it, they want it, high end shopping on Rodeo
Bags, boxes being carried, they wishing we was married
Yacht party, I suggested she wear no socks with her Sperrys
Choppin vulgar and proper over vodka and cranberry
She wasn’t offended, she was all the way with it
Said she rolling with me ‘cause she know I’m going for the millions
[Hook (2x)]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Let’s go, hold it in and don’t let go
Diamonds frozen up, pockets swollen up
I been rolling up since I was old enough
Niggas wanna talk about us, nigga what about timing
Niggas wanna talk about luck, nigga what about grinding
I’m baking wherever I want, I’m paid so my trunk in the front
Make in a day what you make in a month
Got a lot of cash so a nigga gon’ stunt
Spend it on grass, Spitta rolling one up
Yea we live fast but the main thing is trust
TGOD, keep gin in a cup, get in where you fit in, I’m winning
[Hook (2x)]
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Twisting up sour, living in a tower
In a double S Impala, horse power
Girls follow, recognize and seek guidance on counting dollars
High on top a money mountain, never coming down it
Looking for a G, capital, well you found it
Green back, stacks, overseas his accounts is
She know all about it, mama ain’t stupid
She know this her time and she about to choose him
[Hook (2x)]
[Outro: Curren$y]
Bitches who tryna move up be quick to choose us
Wanna run with us, well you gotta lose them losers
Bitches who tryna move up be quick to choose us
Wanna run with us, first you gotta lose them losers
Audio Dope III lyrics - Curren$y
What car chases are made of
Get high, give motherfuckers what they came for
On sight appraisal
You ain't worth shit streaks on newspaper
Square fruity ass nigga you a now and later
Can't do me shit you just like to say it huh?
Harmless, water baloon bomb threats
My rain supreme I got your main bitch wet
Step the fuck off homeboy you lost it
See fathers be sons by my bossness
Jet life front office
Hand orders down to my sergeant
Motherfucker we the army
Better yet the navy, air force assault team
Game to be sold holla at me for consulting
Success resulting from whatever I invest myself in
I come up like gull wings
From this high up yo big plans look like small things
Could you please land my plane in New Orleans
I got the ref in my crib cause I'm balling
My bitch cook every night but I rap like I'm starving
Effortless progression
Like that moving sidewalk thing in the airport
Motherfuck that, teleport he was last in the park scene
In a pair of polo chino's and sum white gold rosary beads
Feeding pigeons bread crust and saltines
Laying low, highly enlightened though
Pinning these quotes
Audio Dope
Steady giving these suckas rope
Audio Dope
Steady giving real people hope
Audio Dope
Get high, give motherfuckers what they came for
On sight appraisal
You ain't worth shit streaks on newspaper
Square fruity ass nigga you a now and later
Can't do me shit you just like to say it huh?
Harmless, water baloon bomb threats
My rain supreme I got your main bitch wet
Step the fuck off homeboy you lost it
See fathers be sons by my bossness
Jet life front office
Hand orders down to my sergeant
Motherfucker we the army
Better yet the navy, air force assault team
Game to be sold holla at me for consulting
Success resulting from whatever I invest myself in
I come up like gull wings
From this high up yo big plans look like small things
Could you please land my plane in New Orleans
I got the ref in my crib cause I'm balling
My bitch cook every night but I rap like I'm starving
Effortless progression
Like that moving sidewalk thing in the airport
Motherfuck that, teleport he was last in the park scene
In a pair of polo chino's and sum white gold rosary beads
Feeding pigeons bread crust and saltines
Laying low, highly enlightened though
Pinning these quotes
Audio Dope
Steady giving these suckas rope
Audio Dope
Steady giving real people hope
Audio Dope
One More Time lyrics - Curren$y
Stones, stoned
Immaculate
Stoned
Jet life, jet life, jet life
Lo sweaters & better, bitch bring it on
Stacked enough cheddar to change the weather love, where we goin'?
Land into them coupes with the fine leather, 6 figure gas pedals
I got these broads under pressure, cause they been knowin'
See that nigga there? Year after year he top scorin'
How you want it? Them leers or them 7-87 boeings?
Wutchu doin'? Them roadsters tourin' editions with the tops on 'em
One thing's fo' sho, them J.L.R. boys be quick to drop on 'em
No hot soup for em', without warnin'
Either a nigga hella high, touchin' the clouds or the sky fallin'
I do this for my league money niggas and my home boys who not ballin'
Trill bitches know that I keep me a fifty tucked in my sock for em'
Roll up, hot box the Caprice out, make the block fog
Let 'em out, get back on my paper route, stack house
Keep that shit bumpin' like a drive-through crack house
Rap hustlin' she wait for em', to come inside, so I could smash out
Love, roll the weed up, let your head down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more, turn
Wait, turn around one more, turn
Let your head down, shut the blinds
Wait, turn around one more, turn
Put your head down, shut the blinds
Couple years ago one, turn around
Put your head down, shut the blinds
Couple years ago wait, turn around, one more time
Wait up, let your head down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time
Roll the weed up, let your hair down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time
Love
Roll the weed up, let your hair down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time
Love
Jet life, jet life
Love
Jet life, jet life
Love
Shut the blinds
One more time
Immaculate
Stoned
Jet life, jet life, jet life
Lo sweaters & better, bitch bring it on
Stacked enough cheddar to change the weather love, where we goin'?
Land into them coupes with the fine leather, 6 figure gas pedals
I got these broads under pressure, cause they been knowin'
See that nigga there? Year after year he top scorin'
How you want it? Them leers or them 7-87 boeings?
Wutchu doin'? Them roadsters tourin' editions with the tops on 'em
One thing's fo' sho, them J.L.R. boys be quick to drop on 'em
No hot soup for em', without warnin'
Either a nigga hella high, touchin' the clouds or the sky fallin'
I do this for my league money niggas and my home boys who not ballin'
Trill bitches know that I keep me a fifty tucked in my sock for em'
Roll up, hot box the Caprice out, make the block fog
Let 'em out, get back on my paper route, stack house
Keep that shit bumpin' like a drive-through crack house
Rap hustlin' she wait for em', to come inside, so I could smash out
Love, roll the weed up, let your head down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more, turn
Wait, turn around one more, turn
Let your head down, shut the blinds
Wait, turn around one more, turn
Put your head down, shut the blinds
Couple years ago one, turn around
Put your head down, shut the blinds
Couple years ago wait, turn around, one more time
Wait up, let your head down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time
Roll the weed up, let your hair down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time
Love
Roll the weed up, let your hair down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time
Love
Jet life, jet life
Love
Jet life, jet life
Love
Shut the blinds
One more time
J.L.R. lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Smoke DZA)
[Intro:]
'Fore I left up my house
I kill it while I'm on the
Ehm, life
Fuck are you takin' me for?
One of you sucker niggas who forget the set when he blow
Thou shalt not rest until I make my whole fam rich
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh, my shift on the flo
My top in the trunk homie, my phone in the dunk
Finishin' up a jurnt, had it almost rolled
'Fore I left out my house, I kill it while I'm on the road
On the way to your girl house, you don't know that's mine
Smashed out at my homie crib, as far as it goes
Snatch the shower, change clothes, back to the same old
Triple OG Gang, the furry kangol
Keeping everything the same, word to what I drove
Double S Impala bubble on the stock chromes
Opportunity came knockin' but I wasn't home
I was at opportunity house, takin' the valuables out
Like fuck that, we want it now
This is jet life, my niggas is buying stocks
Like fuck that, we want it now
This is jet life, my God sons want drops
[Hook:]
The fuck you thought this was dawg?
We them illest motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
J.L.R
Like the fuck you thought this was dawg?
We them endless motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
J.L.R
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
J.L.R
Aye what they thought this was dawg?
We them endless motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
Nigga I'm bound to make it
I told 'em hoes I was gonna be ballin'
Like the shot off that glass, uh I caused it
They talkin' 'bout all my camp, nigga beg your pardon
I ain't never had no foreign whip but I had a foreign bitch
Chasin' juvenile like in the trip
And we all don't get no chance like this
So I'm goin' in, I'll try my best to dodge them pigs
Tried my best to dodge that pig
If I could I'd do it again
Money racks they spend, I do it big
Check my paw prints, got the skills to pay my rent
Got enough game to take your bitch, girl be fuckin' me big
My jersey numba and my main bitch
Be a 10, that's some playa shit
But where we from only strong win, and that's J.L.R
Yea yea yea
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Smoke DZA:]
Rrriiight, the fuck you thought this was dawg
We them illest motherfuckers after all
Have this whole world changed by tomorrow
I'll be the young high fellow, fly mellow
Straight from the ghetto, illest nigga out the triborough
And I'm the newest member of the jet life team
And I'm a bring my nigga Phelps mad more cream
Lo galore, kill these niggas looks fo' sha
Bout to takem em back where thirstin took 'em before
Ah, Kushed God, hear my scriptures
Know you see me in the Mag posing like Tazz in my picture
Rugby's on the bed, rugby's on the wall, rugby's on the floor
Mirror, mirror, still the freshest of them all
I feel you bro, now them bitches think I'm ballin'
So they be actin' differently when I be up in Harlem
[Hook]
'Fore I left up my house
I kill it while I'm on the
Ehm, life
Fuck are you takin' me for?
One of you sucker niggas who forget the set when he blow
Thou shalt not rest until I make my whole fam rich
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh, my shift on the flo
My top in the trunk homie, my phone in the dunk
Finishin' up a jurnt, had it almost rolled
'Fore I left out my house, I kill it while I'm on the road
On the way to your girl house, you don't know that's mine
Smashed out at my homie crib, as far as it goes
Snatch the shower, change clothes, back to the same old
Triple OG Gang, the furry kangol
Keeping everything the same, word to what I drove
Double S Impala bubble on the stock chromes
Opportunity came knockin' but I wasn't home
I was at opportunity house, takin' the valuables out
Like fuck that, we want it now
This is jet life, my niggas is buying stocks
Like fuck that, we want it now
This is jet life, my God sons want drops
[Hook:]
The fuck you thought this was dawg?
We them illest motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
J.L.R
Like the fuck you thought this was dawg?
We them endless motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
J.L.R
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
J.L.R
Aye what they thought this was dawg?
We them endless motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
Nigga I'm bound to make it
I told 'em hoes I was gonna be ballin'
Like the shot off that glass, uh I caused it
They talkin' 'bout all my camp, nigga beg your pardon
I ain't never had no foreign whip but I had a foreign bitch
Chasin' juvenile like in the trip
And we all don't get no chance like this
So I'm goin' in, I'll try my best to dodge them pigs
Tried my best to dodge that pig
If I could I'd do it again
Money racks they spend, I do it big
Check my paw prints, got the skills to pay my rent
Got enough game to take your bitch, girl be fuckin' me big
My jersey numba and my main bitch
Be a 10, that's some playa shit
But where we from only strong win, and that's J.L.R
Yea yea yea
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Smoke DZA:]
Rrriiight, the fuck you thought this was dawg
We them illest motherfuckers after all
Have this whole world changed by tomorrow
I'll be the young high fellow, fly mellow
Straight from the ghetto, illest nigga out the triborough
And I'm the newest member of the jet life team
And I'm a bring my nigga Phelps mad more cream
Lo galore, kill these niggas looks fo' sha
Bout to takem em back where thirstin took 'em before
Ah, Kushed God, hear my scriptures
Know you see me in the Mag posing like Tazz in my picture
Rugby's on the bed, rugby's on the wall, rugby's on the floor
Mirror, mirror, still the freshest of them all
I feel you bro, now them bitches think I'm ballin'
So they be actin' differently when I be up in Harlem
[Hook]
Lost In The Bossness lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, Circle of bosses, Bear skin rug my magic carpet
Broads dissapear off, Tits thighs so soft
Ain't nah nigga touch, Unless he acceptin the charges
Except for ya mans from New Orleans
Them broads is smart enough to know
That he a pro, And for G he never fallin
So fuck em for a good time, Then fall the fuck off
For he push you off, Because he on his grind
Rollie never set for quality time
[Hook: Curren$y]
Grown ass women, And little girl games
Thinking that rap is all the same
Think a phat ass gone buy her house....
And it probably will from one of these lames
Sex for checks is the name of they game
But wit the jets you dont go that route
They get lost in the bossness, And all turned around
They get lost in the bossness, If they can't swim the drown
They get lost in the bossness, Watchu bitches gon do now
They get lost in the bossness, Can't go back to fuckin wit them clowns
Because you lost in the....
[Verse 2: Trademark]
Blazin 50's, So back like out the T tops and vibe wit me
Of course wit me, Some broads and a ounce of this new sticky
The whip cloudy, my clothes crispy
Ridien through the city geting high wit my pretty bittie
My game to much for her really, I got her hook on she silly
I'm high, Foucused on millies
She high, Foucused and willin
To do anything I tell her, she does it because im winning
No simpin, Alive and high, Up and living
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
A good girl gone bad, I seen it all before
Whats worse is that I might be the blame for it though
Shut your mouth that ain't the normal knock at that door
Might be them folks, You betta learn quickly how we roll
Case closed, Add more to my bank roll
She know how this game go, Its cold so we smoke it by the O
You try to keep up not even close
Girl my countin never fold, Fuck you take me for
This one of the trillest shit I ever wrote
Jet Life, Jets Go
[Hook]
Uh, Circle of bosses, Bear skin rug my magic carpet
Broads dissapear off, Tits thighs so soft
Ain't nah nigga touch, Unless he acceptin the charges
Except for ya mans from New Orleans
Them broads is smart enough to know
That he a pro, And for G he never fallin
So fuck em for a good time, Then fall the fuck off
For he push you off, Because he on his grind
Rollie never set for quality time
[Hook: Curren$y]
Grown ass women, And little girl games
Thinking that rap is all the same
Think a phat ass gone buy her house....
And it probably will from one of these lames
Sex for checks is the name of they game
But wit the jets you dont go that route
They get lost in the bossness, And all turned around
They get lost in the bossness, If they can't swim the drown
They get lost in the bossness, Watchu bitches gon do now
They get lost in the bossness, Can't go back to fuckin wit them clowns
Because you lost in the....
[Verse 2: Trademark]
Blazin 50's, So back like out the T tops and vibe wit me
Of course wit me, Some broads and a ounce of this new sticky
The whip cloudy, my clothes crispy
Ridien through the city geting high wit my pretty bittie
My game to much for her really, I got her hook on she silly
I'm high, Foucused on millies
She high, Foucused and willin
To do anything I tell her, she does it because im winning
No simpin, Alive and high, Up and living
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
A good girl gone bad, I seen it all before
Whats worse is that I might be the blame for it though
Shut your mouth that ain't the normal knock at that door
Might be them folks, You betta learn quickly how we roll
Case closed, Add more to my bank roll
She know how this game go, Its cold so we smoke it by the O
You try to keep up not even close
Girl my countin never fold, Fuck you take me for
This one of the trillest shit I ever wrote
Jet Life, Jets Go
[Hook]
Off Dat lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
I'm high and my home girl tryna kick it
Like two ninjas getting new slippers on Christmas
In a craddle of wrapping paper I was born gifted
A grounded person though a nigga all kind lifted
I'm on the road I done seen all kinda bitches, when I come home
My girl acting all kinda suspicious, but won't leave me 'lone
All she want is a little attention, is that so wrong?
So I said I be back in a minute but she know I won't
I'm partially caught up in the game
My name constantly being brought up, they throwin slangs
These hoes putting me under the scope, that's aim
I know I reverse that, she going in her purse church mane
I'm throwback I take it where it was at first mane
That live nigga rap, Wings on that B
I'm sitting in the back, I got your bitch mine
Her head in my lap, I'm twisting up that lime
[Hook:]
My chain way heavy, my weed way smelly
Wood wheels in my Chevy, ain't shit that you can tell me
I'm counting up my fetti, I'm ignoring my celly
Them hoes all on me, but I'm off that already now
[Verse 2:]
We can take it back to Air Max 95, if you wan start acting like you live
Jive asses was never outside, I seen it first hand
Minimal dirt on my fingers was the game plan
Now it's ten thousand dollar bank bands, Jet Life it pays man
Underground rap, put a big house on top that land
They said I wouldn't do it now they understand that I had already done it
Coulda been a super radio smash, but I didn't want it
I rather play the cut stay 100, papered up in a opera house
Sneaking bong hits until they put us out
[Hook]
I'm high and my home girl tryna kick it
Like two ninjas getting new slippers on Christmas
In a craddle of wrapping paper I was born gifted
A grounded person though a nigga all kind lifted
I'm on the road I done seen all kinda bitches, when I come home
My girl acting all kinda suspicious, but won't leave me 'lone
All she want is a little attention, is that so wrong?
So I said I be back in a minute but she know I won't
I'm partially caught up in the game
My name constantly being brought up, they throwin slangs
These hoes putting me under the scope, that's aim
I know I reverse that, she going in her purse church mane
I'm throwback I take it where it was at first mane
That live nigga rap, Wings on that B
I'm sitting in the back, I got your bitch mine
Her head in my lap, I'm twisting up that lime
[Hook:]
My chain way heavy, my weed way smelly
Wood wheels in my Chevy, ain't shit that you can tell me
I'm counting up my fetti, I'm ignoring my celly
Them hoes all on me, but I'm off that already now
[Verse 2:]
We can take it back to Air Max 95, if you wan start acting like you live
Jive asses was never outside, I seen it first hand
Minimal dirt on my fingers was the game plan
Now it's ten thousand dollar bank bands, Jet Life it pays man
Underground rap, put a big house on top that land
They said I wouldn't do it now they understand that I had already done it
Coulda been a super radio smash, but I didn't want it
I rather play the cut stay 100, papered up in a opera house
Sneaking bong hits until they put us out
[Hook]
Legal Crack lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
[Verse 1:]
OG Daytons not them Eagle wires
Can't be compared to them Fisher-Price riders
Blowing Indo smoke in the face of outsiders
I remember being broke, I did not like it
Now we all on top, this shit lopsided
In the presence of G's, baby can't hide it
She finna cheat, it's already been decided
Before even our eyes met she was familiar with my concepts
We were each other's conquest, or so I guessed
I get dressed and back on my business
Discussing Jets on those, in my chilling clothes
But in my grind mode, really though
[Hook:]
Making my rounds, riding my 'Lac
Checking my traps, counting my cheese
Ducking these rats, watching my back
Fuck the police, after my scratch
Got it from rap, would you believe this legal crack?
[Verse 2:]
We ain't never gon' die, holmes
Too mothafuckin' live for 'em
Rap task force, got eyes on 'em
Only thing catching cases is my iPhone
See my eyes low, it's safe to say I'm stoned
Reefer through your speakers any song that I'm on
Riding Caddy Biarritz, my bitch know daddy the shit
I get it, stash it, and spin it, light up and do it again
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Fiend:]
Yeah, legal doses of cooked up coke up out my notebook
Before that chronic tree you slung that dope or you made that coke cook
Soft or hard, white or tan, smoke the green
Cornbread right out the pan, Jet Life stamp so you know you're paying
It's 22 thou, gotta count it again?
From the city where they yelling like (Fuck police!)
No man's safe on no-man's-street
Them boys been crazy they don't smoke no geeks
It's Jones baby better get your freaks
Five hundred horses, mind drifting on Porsche shit
Pound your Z, five hundred-thousand, that's gorgeous
Married to the game so why would I ever divorce it?
Hoops and in-n-out combos, contraband to my clientfolk
Ladies catch feelings and you know the rest of the motto
Aqua flow so underwater, Loius Vouitton goggles
I drop it up and drive, time to thug light my hydro
[Hook]
OG Daytons not them Eagle wires
Can't be compared to them Fisher-Price riders
Blowing Indo smoke in the face of outsiders
I remember being broke, I did not like it
Now we all on top, this shit lopsided
In the presence of G's, baby can't hide it
She finna cheat, it's already been decided
Before even our eyes met she was familiar with my concepts
We were each other's conquest, or so I guessed
I get dressed and back on my business
Discussing Jets on those, in my chilling clothes
But in my grind mode, really though
[Hook:]
Making my rounds, riding my 'Lac
Checking my traps, counting my cheese
Ducking these rats, watching my back
Fuck the police, after my scratch
Got it from rap, would you believe this legal crack?
[Verse 2:]
We ain't never gon' die, holmes
Too mothafuckin' live for 'em
Rap task force, got eyes on 'em
Only thing catching cases is my iPhone
See my eyes low, it's safe to say I'm stoned
Reefer through your speakers any song that I'm on
Riding Caddy Biarritz, my bitch know daddy the shit
I get it, stash it, and spin it, light up and do it again
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Fiend:]
Yeah, legal doses of cooked up coke up out my notebook
Before that chronic tree you slung that dope or you made that coke cook
Soft or hard, white or tan, smoke the green
Cornbread right out the pan, Jet Life stamp so you know you're paying
It's 22 thou, gotta count it again?
From the city where they yelling like (Fuck police!)
No man's safe on no-man's-street
Them boys been crazy they don't smoke no geeks
It's Jones baby better get your freaks
Five hundred horses, mind drifting on Porsche shit
Pound your Z, five hundred-thousand, that's gorgeous
Married to the game so why would I ever divorce it?
Hoops and in-n-out combos, contraband to my clientfolk
Ladies catch feelings and you know the rest of the motto
Aqua flow so underwater, Loius Vouitton goggles
I drop it up and drive, time to thug light my hydro
[Hook]
EP: "#The1st28" (2012) (with STYLES P)
- Rule Book lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy)
- Lean lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy feat. Fiend)
- Billions lyrics - Curren$y (with Currensy feat. Deelow)
Rule Book lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy)
[Styles P:]
I just wanna live like a Huxtable
Blow a lil' kush, a nigger is gettin' comfortable
It's only my niggas that I'm bumpin' to
Prolly be a nigga in a circle that I dump into
It's big money deals or the lil' ones
If you ain't talkin' no money, niggas'll pull a lil' gun
And leave yo ass dead for a lil' somethin
That's why I always make a killin' somethin
You can save the fuck boy feedback
I be in ya bitch like the weed bag
I'm always askin' where the g's at
100%, authentic, you can believe that
Used to live in the welfare motels
Now I say farewell leavin' the hotels
A nigga live up in the five star
Money go around like the button on a ipod
[Hook:]
Jetlife
Flyin' high with my niggas and you know we live the best life
Block life
Gettin' guap with my niggas, sittin' pretty at the stop lights
Jetlife
Sex drugs and rock and roll until we hit the next life
Block life
Pick a dealer, call the work, I betchu I'm a cop right
[Spitta:]
That paper ain't makin' me no different
Just making my collections a lil bigger
The architecture in my cribs a lil' iller
Than it is where you live, but I ain't downin' you my nigga
I'm just tellin' you to go and get it
Cause when I find it, I ain't hidin' it on no bitch shit
I can't do it for you man, but I can help you hustle if you strugglin'
Jet life, I'm accustomed
To them luxury things
What this rap money brings
Houses with the elevators, cars with the wings
Bitches on the quest for them rings
That allows them to possess, garnishments at yo checks
So I protect my neck
Movin' on to the next
Swingin' in and out of lanes in that grand sport vette
My mind on my cash, my foot is on the gas
Gettin' high, keepin' my profile low as my tires
Ridin'
[Hook x2]
I just wanna live like a Huxtable
Blow a lil' kush, a nigger is gettin' comfortable
It's only my niggas that I'm bumpin' to
Prolly be a nigga in a circle that I dump into
It's big money deals or the lil' ones
If you ain't talkin' no money, niggas'll pull a lil' gun
And leave yo ass dead for a lil' somethin
That's why I always make a killin' somethin
You can save the fuck boy feedback
I be in ya bitch like the weed bag
I'm always askin' where the g's at
100%, authentic, you can believe that
Used to live in the welfare motels
Now I say farewell leavin' the hotels
A nigga live up in the five star
Money go around like the button on a ipod
[Hook:]
Jetlife
Flyin' high with my niggas and you know we live the best life
Block life
Gettin' guap with my niggas, sittin' pretty at the stop lights
Jetlife
Sex drugs and rock and roll until we hit the next life
Block life
Pick a dealer, call the work, I betchu I'm a cop right
[Spitta:]
That paper ain't makin' me no different
Just making my collections a lil bigger
The architecture in my cribs a lil' iller
Than it is where you live, but I ain't downin' you my nigga
I'm just tellin' you to go and get it
Cause when I find it, I ain't hidin' it on no bitch shit
I can't do it for you man, but I can help you hustle if you strugglin'
Jet life, I'm accustomed
To them luxury things
What this rap money brings
Houses with the elevators, cars with the wings
Bitches on the quest for them rings
That allows them to possess, garnishments at yo checks
So I protect my neck
Movin' on to the next
Swingin' in and out of lanes in that grand sport vette
My mind on my cash, my foot is on the gas
Gettin' high, keepin' my profile low as my tires
Ridin'
[Hook x2]
Lean lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy feat. Fiend)
[Chorus x2: Styles P & Fiend]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
[Styles P:]
I'm on the lean off of ramulin and earwax
Mad high getting stuck on fairfax
Now let me hit you with the clear facts
Got a bunch of sons but I didn't go bareback
Ghost Bars, Dead verses, to get a nigga high is the meds purpose
To bring a nigga down is the feds purpose
Like my insides white, but let me get a red surface
White walls, caddy flow
That boy so G that even ya mom and daddy know
Ghost be getting high on the patio
Hit you with the [?] tho right where you tatted tho
I'm buggin out, nah you buggin out
Them niggas on the lean so they went and pulled the bubbie out
It's a lot of blue shit and it's real bloody out
And it's real pretty but I bet it get real ugly out, yeah
[Chorus: x2]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
[Curren$y:]
Right when fools thought I was all music
Leaned on them flexed green on em and pinky ring on em
Never seen garments, Iceberg knits got Bart Simpson on em
Luxury sedans under car covers interior gravy, softer than butter
I got that from hard work, I got more coming
My fly, My style got your woman
My nigga Corner Boy P keep his cup muddy
I don't drink but I keep it in my fridge for him
Me I'm Champagne pouring
Pedal to the floor in something foreign vertical lifting door
Woke up this morning, and came up with a way
To settle the score on these ol' ho ass niggas
Run up the store, roll up the smoke stand on the throat on these ol' ho ass niggas
I be so mad with em, but I ain't stressing I'm chillin
Living off the land, leaning like a kick stand, yeah
[Chorus: x4]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
[Styles P:]
I'm on the lean off of ramulin and earwax
Mad high getting stuck on fairfax
Now let me hit you with the clear facts
Got a bunch of sons but I didn't go bareback
Ghost Bars, Dead verses, to get a nigga high is the meds purpose
To bring a nigga down is the feds purpose
Like my insides white, but let me get a red surface
White walls, caddy flow
That boy so G that even ya mom and daddy know
Ghost be getting high on the patio
Hit you with the [?] tho right where you tatted tho
I'm buggin out, nah you buggin out
Them niggas on the lean so they went and pulled the bubbie out
It's a lot of blue shit and it's real bloody out
And it's real pretty but I bet it get real ugly out, yeah
[Chorus: x2]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
[Curren$y:]
Right when fools thought I was all music
Leaned on them flexed green on em and pinky ring on em
Never seen garments, Iceberg knits got Bart Simpson on em
Luxury sedans under car covers interior gravy, softer than butter
I got that from hard work, I got more coming
My fly, My style got your woman
My nigga Corner Boy P keep his cup muddy
I don't drink but I keep it in my fridge for him
Me I'm Champagne pouring
Pedal to the floor in something foreign vertical lifting door
Woke up this morning, and came up with a way
To settle the score on these ol' ho ass niggas
Run up the store, roll up the smoke stand on the throat on these ol' ho ass niggas
I be so mad with em, but I ain't stressing I'm chillin
Living off the land, leaning like a kick stand, yeah
[Chorus: x4]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
Billions lyrics - Curren$y (with Currensy feat. Deelow)
[Curren$y:]
Uh billions in the bank account, all I thank about
I get it in there before they take me out
Niggas mumbling, the fuck is they talking bout?
Who had the illest cars in the parking lot?
Bottles popped birds flock tho why not
We the last live niggas left, money power respect
Keys to the jet, Jordan number 5 in my bathing ape sweats
Bulls 91 shoot around shirt, Mitchell and Ness
Bitch says call her cinnamon, I just say, say bitch
And she gettin in that, yes!
Squares get tangled in the game like a net
She will be going in her purse next
Hard on em cause I don't ever let em rest
Either get paid or, outta my way
Bet!
[Deelow:]
Billions and billions
We stackin
Billions and billions [x3]
[Styles P:]
I'm thinking of the billions and shit
Mad high off the weed Daz Dillinger lit
Every crime story I'm the villain in it
Ride around with dirty niggas that-ll deal in the whip
Work in the box
With something that-ll get a nigga murked in the box
And some purp in the box
Yeah you take the bub but you don't burp it alot
Fuck around with dirty niggas that-ll worship the glock
I'm dollar bill green and weed green
I ain't green with envy cause that ain't no g theme
You damn right I'm a G boy!
B boy
D boy
Body for the decoy
Everything I touch gone glow Bruce Leeroy
Creeping through the hood in the coupe like I'm peenoid
Mom cleared bubble like a [?]
Old school nigga throw a key on a ski-sort
[Deelow:]
Billions and billions
We stackin
Billions and billions [x3]
Uh billions in the bank account, all I thank about
I get it in there before they take me out
Niggas mumbling, the fuck is they talking bout?
Who had the illest cars in the parking lot?
Bottles popped birds flock tho why not
We the last live niggas left, money power respect
Keys to the jet, Jordan number 5 in my bathing ape sweats
Bulls 91 shoot around shirt, Mitchell and Ness
Bitch says call her cinnamon, I just say, say bitch
And she gettin in that, yes!
Squares get tangled in the game like a net
She will be going in her purse next
Hard on em cause I don't ever let em rest
Either get paid or, outta my way
Bet!
[Deelow:]
Billions and billions
We stackin
Billions and billions [x3]
[Styles P:]
I'm thinking of the billions and shit
Mad high off the weed Daz Dillinger lit
Every crime story I'm the villain in it
Ride around with dirty niggas that-ll deal in the whip
Work in the box
With something that-ll get a nigga murked in the box
And some purp in the box
Yeah you take the bub but you don't burp it alot
Fuck around with dirty niggas that-ll worship the glock
I'm dollar bill green and weed green
I ain't green with envy cause that ain't no g theme
You damn right I'm a G boy!
B boy
D boy
Body for the decoy
Everything I touch gone glow Bruce Leeroy
Creeping through the hood in the coupe like I'm peenoid
Mom cleared bubble like a [?]
Old school nigga throw a key on a ski-sort
[Deelow:]
Billions and billions
We stackin
Billions and billions [x3]
"Muscle Car Chronicles" (2012)
- Soundbombin' lyrics - Curren$y
- N.O. Shit lyrics - Curren$y
- Frosty lyrics - Curren$y
- Razors & Chopsticks lyrics - Curren$y
- Not So Much lyrics - Curren$y
- Bout It 2011 lyrics - Curren$y
- The Strangest Life lyrics - Curren$y
Soundbombin' lyrics - Curren$y
Tell the driver to pull my truck up
Me and this L.A. woman stumblin' out the club fucked up
The Jets my set I so love us
Call home to my bitch, I come back after I come up
If you got my back mama donэt front
If my racks pop a collar, I'll fly you out in a month
Droppin' tops, bottle's pop
Planes still taxiin', Tarmac mackin'
Strawberry diesel rattin' on itself
From my carryon bag if you'd like to take a smell
Camouflage cargos, tube socks and gray Chucks
High all the time the OGs tell me to stay up
Being real is a pay cut, or so it was
Dipped that chronic light, gray purple L, crystal fuzz
Talkin' out her head, its obvious that Crystal's buzz
Clipped her out the rotation, no more weed for her
Snap out of it, coach you on how to ball
Spitta-time-ginavitch, where the wild things?
Muscle cars and where the marijuana is
To be half as fine as him is an accomplishment
Me and this L.A. woman stumblin' out the club fucked up
The Jets my set I so love us
Call home to my bitch, I come back after I come up
If you got my back mama donэt front
If my racks pop a collar, I'll fly you out in a month
Droppin' tops, bottle's pop
Planes still taxiin', Tarmac mackin'
Strawberry diesel rattin' on itself
From my carryon bag if you'd like to take a smell
Camouflage cargos, tube socks and gray Chucks
High all the time the OGs tell me to stay up
Being real is a pay cut, or so it was
Dipped that chronic light, gray purple L, crystal fuzz
Talkin' out her head, its obvious that Crystal's buzz
Clipped her out the rotation, no more weed for her
Snap out of it, coach you on how to ball
Spitta-time-ginavitch, where the wild things?
Muscle cars and where the marijuana is
To be half as fine as him is an accomplishment
N.O. Shit lyrics - Curren$y
It's not what you know, it's what you can prove
And I can so prove, that I'm better than you
Sweater, neck crew
Fuck your dress code, let the Jets through
Smelling like, medical
See it my way, life from a better view, loser
Living life, not making moves - vegetable
Might as well be dead
Redline in the old school
Classy, call that museum riding
Yeah, fuck you thought
I fell off?, Nah, I fell back
Countach put the doors up
Call the weed man and a couple hoes up
Shooting pool...
Thinking 'bout when pops used to bring be to the barber shop
That was cool...
Bumping smokey, '84 Grand National rolling
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
Jack the Caribbean Queen from Billy Ocean
Bring her back before the nigga even notice
Smooth sails...
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea
Smooth sails...
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
And I can so prove, that I'm better than you
Sweater, neck crew
Fuck your dress code, let the Jets through
Smelling like, medical
See it my way, life from a better view, loser
Living life, not making moves - vegetable
Might as well be dead
Redline in the old school
Classy, call that museum riding
Yeah, fuck you thought
I fell off?, Nah, I fell back
Countach put the doors up
Call the weed man and a couple hoes up
Shooting pool...
Thinking 'bout when pops used to bring be to the barber shop
That was cool...
Bumping smokey, '84 Grand National rolling
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
Jack the Caribbean Queen from Billy Ocean
Bring her back before the nigga even notice
Smooth sails...
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea
Smooth sails...
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
Frosty lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y]
Yeah, cut the beat on
The coolest nigga ever just walked in the room
Cut the heat on
Minutes after the car lot, remove factory socks
And put brand new sneaks on
Casper on these fools, Floating
I'm talking about the Caspian Sea, holmes
Casting lines
While penning vicious one's at the same time
Visuals, But you can hear 'em though, Yea
Spit shit you would think unimaginable
Then make it tangible
Travel mo', to it is a grab and go
Hustle hard homeboy, my family know
Rarely seen...
They know I'm married to my dream
So in love with that green
That my bitch every day threatens to leave
The only thing that's left for me
Is to suggest that she do as she please
Cause on the nights that it's really cold
I know that money gonna hold me, yea
Yeah, cut the beat on
The coolest nigga ever just walked in the room
Cut the heat on
Minutes after the car lot, remove factory socks
And put brand new sneaks on
Casper on these fools, Floating
I'm talking about the Caspian Sea, holmes
Casting lines
While penning vicious one's at the same time
Visuals, But you can hear 'em though, Yea
Spit shit you would think unimaginable
Then make it tangible
Travel mo', to it is a grab and go
Hustle hard homeboy, my family know
Rarely seen...
They know I'm married to my dream
So in love with that green
That my bitch every day threatens to leave
The only thing that's left for me
Is to suggest that she do as she please
Cause on the nights that it's really cold
I know that money gonna hold me, yea
Razors & Chopsticks lyrics - Curren$y
Put the towel by the door, and cut the shower on
Turn this corner suite into a home
You can smell it
Taught my girl how to French Inhale it
Sip this, Think about the position
Presently, would you rather be with any other niggas?
Alzheimer's when you seen another this fly? You don't remember
Shit... Whoa buddy, temper-temper
You're searching for Red October
Wake me up at the end of December
First quarter crunch, No time to put my feet up
Them suckas thought they locked me out
But fuck that, Spitta got a dude that can key cut
I can't take a L a nigga way too G'd up
Six chicks in karate gees rolling my trees up
Jet Life, the shit that you only dream of
Yeah... yea, uh
And where haven't we been... yet
Fuck boys is wondering if they...
Bitches know the planes... Got it
And you can't do a thing... About it
You, know!
Turn this corner suite into a home
You can smell it
Taught my girl how to French Inhale it
Sip this, Think about the position
Presently, would you rather be with any other niggas?
Alzheimer's when you seen another this fly? You don't remember
Shit... Whoa buddy, temper-temper
You're searching for Red October
Wake me up at the end of December
First quarter crunch, No time to put my feet up
Them suckas thought they locked me out
But fuck that, Spitta got a dude that can key cut
I can't take a L a nigga way too G'd up
Six chicks in karate gees rolling my trees up
Jet Life, the shit that you only dream of
Yeah... yea, uh
And where haven't we been... yet
Fuck boys is wondering if they...
Bitches know the planes... Got it
And you can't do a thing... About it
You, know!
Not So Much lyrics - Curren$y
Uh, Dual exhaust Tips
Windows cracked, my sunroof back
This is New Orleans, I'm on my own shit
They fucks wit that, that's love shown back
Lock the door behind ya homie
Roll that up, no skinnies baby all fats, Uh
I can tell you about it, make believe partners
Shade tree bitches, they smell cheap designer
Imposter's, I need distance, Fuck bitches
Living life on the wild angle like ace boogie's bookie
You already know as we though previously discussed it
Eyes low, spirit's high when I greet the public
Broke new ground I flew airplanes above it
Penmanship of a pilot, skywritings
Got that gift ripped, Flew pimpin mony-itis
Perfected my aim, a new improved Leonidas
300 Jets, endangered species
We the last fly niggas left, YES
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
But I do it all for fast cars
Faster women, strong drinks and stronger weed, Yeah
Windows cracked, my sunroof back
This is New Orleans, I'm on my own shit
They fucks wit that, that's love shown back
Lock the door behind ya homie
Roll that up, no skinnies baby all fats, Uh
I can tell you about it, make believe partners
Shade tree bitches, they smell cheap designer
Imposter's, I need distance, Fuck bitches
Living life on the wild angle like ace boogie's bookie
You already know as we though previously discussed it
Eyes low, spirit's high when I greet the public
Broke new ground I flew airplanes above it
Penmanship of a pilot, skywritings
Got that gift ripped, Flew pimpin mony-itis
Perfected my aim, a new improved Leonidas
300 Jets, endangered species
We the last fly niggas left, YES
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
But I do it all for fast cars
Faster women, strong drinks and stronger weed, Yeah
Bout It 2011 lyrics - Curren$y
I represent them jet planes, Young Roddy,
Trademark, and Wiz do the same thang.
Fly over the city where the hammers bang
Miracle to make it to this age in the physical
And not have fallen victim to violent crime
Living in these wildest times
Your assailant could be a partner of mine
Octogon signs can't stop a nigga when his mind on them digits,
did you figure I could take the day off how?
With tomorrow I'd be better than I am right now
Change clothes, change hoes, change in my ashtray
Pay the toll with a hundred I got the next 99 motherfuckas who coming
If I say that I done it, or doin it presently it's either that or I'm frontin
In Antlanta actings for suckers
Grape weed in the jar call it smuckers
Put it in the grinder while your up shut the blinds for me momma if you bout it
Is you bout it? well say you bout it bout it
I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it
Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom
Would of told you but I got high and I forgot about it
Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it
Smoke one for C-Murder you are not forgotten
You lookin for spitta you find me where it's cloudy, cloudy
Yeah nigga I'm rollin thru, orange coup, candy suit, chrome shoes
Attention given to spitta your bitch is ignoring you
You a simp homie she ain't like the way you think
She like "poor me some of that" she can't pronounce what I drink
Aspiring models, showing groupie love to them niggas with 20 bottles in the corners of them clubs
And on the real I been so old g, before my time when I was 17
My main girl was 25
Ain't seen nothin like it in your life
Hot spitta space jammin livin flow so on ice, nigga
Is you bout it? well say you bout it bout it
I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it
Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom
Would of told you but I got high I forgot about it
Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it
Trademark, and Wiz do the same thang.
Fly over the city where the hammers bang
Miracle to make it to this age in the physical
And not have fallen victim to violent crime
Living in these wildest times
Your assailant could be a partner of mine
Octogon signs can't stop a nigga when his mind on them digits,
did you figure I could take the day off how?
With tomorrow I'd be better than I am right now
Change clothes, change hoes, change in my ashtray
Pay the toll with a hundred I got the next 99 motherfuckas who coming
If I say that I done it, or doin it presently it's either that or I'm frontin
In Antlanta actings for suckers
Grape weed in the jar call it smuckers
Put it in the grinder while your up shut the blinds for me momma if you bout it
Is you bout it? well say you bout it bout it
I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it
Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom
Would of told you but I got high and I forgot about it
Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it
Smoke one for C-Murder you are not forgotten
You lookin for spitta you find me where it's cloudy, cloudy
Yeah nigga I'm rollin thru, orange coup, candy suit, chrome shoes
Attention given to spitta your bitch is ignoring you
You a simp homie she ain't like the way you think
She like "poor me some of that" she can't pronounce what I drink
Aspiring models, showing groupie love to them niggas with 20 bottles in the corners of them clubs
And on the real I been so old g, before my time when I was 17
My main girl was 25
Ain't seen nothin like it in your life
Hot spitta space jammin livin flow so on ice, nigga
Is you bout it? well say you bout it bout it
I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it
Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom
Would of told you but I got high I forgot about it
Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it
The Strangest Life lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y]
Yea dog, you don't think that I should just do it again tho?
[McKenzie Eddie]
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
[Curren$y]
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
I wonder if... Me as a kid
Was proud of what I did
Now that I'm grown
10 Minutes from "ON"
And Lightyears from "OFF"
The once lowly employee, has wholly become a boss
Champagne with French names
French connection tees on wirey and sexy frames
Living like a nigga can't feel no pain...
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
I wonder if... My parent's give me
Benefit of the doubt
Or do they think its more than it's weed I'm on
Living like a nigga can't feel no pain
Living like a nigga can't... feel
Yeah
Yea, That's it
Yea dog, you don't think that I should just do it again tho?
[McKenzie Eddie]
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
[Curren$y]
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
I wonder if... Me as a kid
Was proud of what I did
Now that I'm grown
10 Minutes from "ON"
And Lightyears from "OFF"
The once lowly employee, has wholly become a boss
Champagne with French names
French connection tees on wirey and sexy frames
Living like a nigga can't feel no pain...
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
I wonder if... My parent's give me
Benefit of the doubt
Or do they think its more than it's weed I'm on
Living like a nigga can't feel no pain
Living like a nigga can't... feel
Yeah
Yea, That's it
mixtape: "Here..." (2012)
- Pay Attention lyrics - Curren$y
- #CruiseLife lyrics - Curren$y
- What The Fuck lyrics - Curren$y
- Livin' lyrics - Curren$y
- Conference Call lyrics - Curren$y (feat. The Jets)
Pay Attention lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
14 karat gold bathroom fixtures
Medusa faces on my pillow cases, this is living
Sucker niggas wanna see it ended
Last straw must have been when they heard about that Bentley
Damn dog, I was just chilling
Fools had loot before me, I ain't wanna kill now
Fuck wrong with going to get it?
Y'all got me twisted, I worked hard for this shit
I got it, I ain't hiding it, riding 'round got my joint lit
A Vick of that OG in the Louie bag, I'm a boss, bitch
Them suckers ain't like us, they ain't jets, hardly
Not cool partially, they totally off key
You can call me Mr. Mo G's
Cause I stack them up like 10 stories
Applaud these moves I made that got me paid
I know what it is, the lights used to get turned off in my crib
Shook that shit off, destroy, rebuild, I'm a boss
And the Lifers gon' get high to this shit
Count a million in the vault, listen to the Jet laws
[Hook:]
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life...
[Verse 2:]
I peeped the weakness in the rap game and sold it
Handing in that Porsche Carrera like it's fucking stolen
Told the man in the mirror, "You's a fucking cold blooded nigga"
Igloo, my whole crew a bunch of eskimos in here
Flow cold, I can make a polar bear shiver
Haters got the tight face, looking Joan Rivers
They all upset, no seats on the jet
Them hoes ain't walking home with' ya
They only on you when you on nigga
That's game from a OG, these ain't songs
Nigga this Spitta, no country for quitters
My mind on a million, my hands on the wheel
I'm on the road to the riches
And I'm playing my mirrors
[Hook x3]
14 karat gold bathroom fixtures
Medusa faces on my pillow cases, this is living
Sucker niggas wanna see it ended
Last straw must have been when they heard about that Bentley
Damn dog, I was just chilling
Fools had loot before me, I ain't wanna kill now
Fuck wrong with going to get it?
Y'all got me twisted, I worked hard for this shit
I got it, I ain't hiding it, riding 'round got my joint lit
A Vick of that OG in the Louie bag, I'm a boss, bitch
Them suckers ain't like us, they ain't jets, hardly
Not cool partially, they totally off key
You can call me Mr. Mo G's
Cause I stack them up like 10 stories
Applaud these moves I made that got me paid
I know what it is, the lights used to get turned off in my crib
Shook that shit off, destroy, rebuild, I'm a boss
And the Lifers gon' get high to this shit
Count a million in the vault, listen to the Jet laws
[Hook:]
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life...
[Verse 2:]
I peeped the weakness in the rap game and sold it
Handing in that Porsche Carrera like it's fucking stolen
Told the man in the mirror, "You's a fucking cold blooded nigga"
Igloo, my whole crew a bunch of eskimos in here
Flow cold, I can make a polar bear shiver
Haters got the tight face, looking Joan Rivers
They all upset, no seats on the jet
Them hoes ain't walking home with' ya
They only on you when you on nigga
That's game from a OG, these ain't songs
Nigga this Spitta, no country for quitters
My mind on a million, my hands on the wheel
I'm on the road to the riches
And I'm playing my mirrors
[Hook x3]
#CruiseLife lyrics - Curren$y
Ride 2 miles per hour so everybody
Get a glimpse of da real or nigga or who inside it
With my cousin G5 we highed up cloudy
Bitches getting stoned just by standing around us
Music turnt up but the smoke way louder
Must be amateur night, these mufuckin kids
Think they fucking with us they fucking stupid
They talking shit just to hear themselves
But I ain't worrying about em
I got a life time subscription of that car and driver
California prescription pounds of exotic
Riding to that old hypnotize mind shit
Stay in the flyest stitches, not even tryin bitches
You lying nigga, smoking that middle class grass
You ain't really high is ya?
I would a put you down if you wasn't such a clown
But I figured I share it with my team cause I came here with em
Grab a plate Thanksgiving, word to Corner Boy Pete, I'm lane switchin
Chevy heavy so is my chain Spitta Andretti
On a paper mission Indy 500 driven
Addicted to this winning, this the victory lap
And fuck the club you wanna get in
I ain't even attending just maintaining my engine
See I got too many cars
And it be 3 months before I got a chance to get in em
Take em out for a ride make sure they doin fine
Mo Money Mo Problems these problems I don't mind
Standing outside trying pick which one I'm a drive
Let my bitches decide appreciating my high
Get a glimpse of da real or nigga or who inside it
With my cousin G5 we highed up cloudy
Bitches getting stoned just by standing around us
Music turnt up but the smoke way louder
Must be amateur night, these mufuckin kids
Think they fucking with us they fucking stupid
They talking shit just to hear themselves
But I ain't worrying about em
I got a life time subscription of that car and driver
California prescription pounds of exotic
Riding to that old hypnotize mind shit
Stay in the flyest stitches, not even tryin bitches
You lying nigga, smoking that middle class grass
You ain't really high is ya?
I would a put you down if you wasn't such a clown
But I figured I share it with my team cause I came here with em
Grab a plate Thanksgiving, word to Corner Boy Pete, I'm lane switchin
Chevy heavy so is my chain Spitta Andretti
On a paper mission Indy 500 driven
Addicted to this winning, this the victory lap
And fuck the club you wanna get in
I ain't even attending just maintaining my engine
See I got too many cars
And it be 3 months before I got a chance to get in em
Take em out for a ride make sure they doin fine
Mo Money Mo Problems these problems I don't mind
Standing outside trying pick which one I'm a drive
Let my bitches decide appreciating my high
What The Fuck lyrics - Curren$y
This thing of ours
Got me driving sports cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a 5-star hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all wobbly
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how life get, when you pilot with the owners, the one's who set prices
Bringing that green sticky cactus to your cypher
I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners, wants the finer, things designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma
Put that on my momma, that's gonna look so good on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the saga
Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought their own way we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church homie gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we do it colossal
Talking money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all niggas to childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds they playing
What the fuck
We pull V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop never been up here huh?
You can't come through alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes
Take it all in love, you around some grown men
The chosen know when the going get tough, the tough roll up and keep right the fuck going
Champagne pouring every morning, celebration God kept us we made it
He ain't let them haters take us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour after that paper
A towel where I lay up
Little momma in a Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup
For wherever the day may take us
Skybox suite catered, Clippers versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a little work a little of that playing
I'm saying... what the fuck
Got me driving sports cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside a 5-star hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all wobbly
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how life get, when you pilot with the owners, the one's who set prices
Bringing that green sticky cactus to your cypher
I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners, wants the finer, things designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma
Put that on my momma, that's gonna look so good on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the saga
Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped bottles
Them bitches bought their own way we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church homie gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we do it colossal
Talking money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all niggas to childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds they playing
What the fuck
We pull V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop never been up here huh?
You can't come through alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes
Take it all in love, you around some grown men
The chosen know when the going get tough, the tough roll up and keep right the fuck going
Champagne pouring every morning, celebration God kept us we made it
He ain't let them haters take us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour after that paper
A towel where I lay up
Little momma in a Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup
For wherever the day may take us
Skybox suite catered, Clippers versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a little work a little of that playing
I'm saying... what the fuck
Livin' lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
Showroom Testarossa
Leather in here softer than your sofa
Who the livest crew that you know of?
Smelling like a pound when we show up, more getting rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, bring them bottles over
Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the ashtray of the Rover
That's my lil' homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded
I play the cut 'til the nigga either bored or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o'clock in the morning
This thing we've built, got my money stacks on stilts
Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her friends
Saturday night card game, still ain't nothing changed, that's moms
I love to see her having a good time
Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner
Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea it's still glowing
This bitch rubbing on my car seats, she fucking rolling
I do my thing and write about it in the morning
[Hook:]
Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living
We niggas know we ride
Nigga forever high
We never die
Jet living
[Verse 2:]
I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm sitting on keys
Pilot of the motherfucking J-E-T
Now if you wanna join the team, you know you must see me
But a sucker motherfucker's who you cannot be
Big drapes in my crib, hoes getting good sleep
Good rest, get up, go out, do they best
On behalf of the set, bring it back to the G's
I throw some to my bitch and spend the rest on weed
Way more than you need or could ever believe
In your lifetime your square eyes have ever see
Nigga, on point flow, so infrared beam
Choose sides 'fore we ride, nigga no in between
Set some fire to that Raw cone
Calling shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, plotting all in my sleep
Bumping Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my
[Hook]
Showroom Testarossa
Leather in here softer than your sofa
Who the livest crew that you know of?
Smelling like a pound when we show up, more getting rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, bring them bottles over
Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the ashtray of the Rover
That's my lil' homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded
I play the cut 'til the nigga either bored or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o'clock in the morning
This thing we've built, got my money stacks on stilts
Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her friends
Saturday night card game, still ain't nothing changed, that's moms
I love to see her having a good time
Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner
Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea it's still glowing
This bitch rubbing on my car seats, she fucking rolling
I do my thing and write about it in the morning
[Hook:]
Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living
We niggas know we ride
Nigga forever high
We never die
Jet living
[Verse 2:]
I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm sitting on keys
Pilot of the motherfucking J-E-T
Now if you wanna join the team, you know you must see me
But a sucker motherfucker's who you cannot be
Big drapes in my crib, hoes getting good sleep
Good rest, get up, go out, do they best
On behalf of the set, bring it back to the G's
I throw some to my bitch and spend the rest on weed
Way more than you need or could ever believe
In your lifetime your square eyes have ever see
Nigga, on point flow, so infrared beam
Choose sides 'fore we ride, nigga no in between
Set some fire to that Raw cone
Calling shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, plotting all in my sleep
Bumping Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my
[Hook]
Conference Call lyrics - Curren$y (feat. The Jets)
[Curren$y:]
Hundred counting a hundred stacks with her titties out
I smoke into this 9 foot window, plotting on locking these citys down
I am talking plural more than one town, I got one I need to get
3 more now I control the whole grid
Gotta to make it real somehow, full meal worth an automobiles
In front of my house bitches know a nigga, if I saying is going down
You can wait right here for it to fall from the clouds
You got no idea what I have been through, pay the cost to be this boss
Nigga you see bitch, so make room
Never mind I got walk in closest at my crib twice this size
With all kinda stacked jordans locked inside
Real music last forever, this is how we never die
[Trademark da Skydiver:]
The hardest nigger spittin we the trillest crew in it, jet set motha fucka
We been at it for a minute, no L's on the record a few W's pendin
Translation we are wining nigga dropping cash on whatever fast
I ain't trippin watch me make it back spit some bars on the track
In return I get some racks
Stacks on stacks on stacks, polo, slacks on slacks on slacks,
With the socks and the shirt that match cool cat with my bucket hat
Chill new Orleans nigga getting figures rich as fuck with that
I'm cooling out in harlem 911 where my hustlers at
Laying in a trap, rollin sour out the pack,
Posted right in front of 50 with the loud I know you hear me
Holla back some other time, not right now I'm on my grind
I want what's mine and that included what's I've been due I'm over due
The dollar signs, diamond in the ruff, but fuck it
Still I shine, drapped in the finest threads, Ralph Lauren Design
[?]
[Young Roddy:]
Hey I let my nigga smash, I don't save no bitch
But now I'm like, light up and blaze that, yeah
Momma say she want a nigga who stay on his shit
Uh, and if that ain't true, then what you call that
Them hood hoes swear to God I'm hood rich
They tryin to count my cash girl fall back
I'm killing them niggas go tell em to dig a ditch
And it was all good when it was all bad
Uh, my uncle done 22 flat, by the time he made it home
His little nephew was grown
With intentions to blow the fuck up, and put him on
So I'm steady, write that I'll shit, trying to make my mill ticket
Promethazine keep me tilting 650
When the clock struck 7 I had 7 grams of sticky
Uh, so when I'm in my zone please don't tempt me
I'm close to the edge so don't push me... out
Hundred counting a hundred stacks with her titties out
I smoke into this 9 foot window, plotting on locking these citys down
I am talking plural more than one town, I got one I need to get
3 more now I control the whole grid
Gotta to make it real somehow, full meal worth an automobiles
In front of my house bitches know a nigga, if I saying is going down
You can wait right here for it to fall from the clouds
You got no idea what I have been through, pay the cost to be this boss
Nigga you see bitch, so make room
Never mind I got walk in closest at my crib twice this size
With all kinda stacked jordans locked inside
Real music last forever, this is how we never die
[Trademark da Skydiver:]
The hardest nigger spittin we the trillest crew in it, jet set motha fucka
We been at it for a minute, no L's on the record a few W's pendin
Translation we are wining nigga dropping cash on whatever fast
I ain't trippin watch me make it back spit some bars on the track
In return I get some racks
Stacks on stacks on stacks, polo, slacks on slacks on slacks,
With the socks and the shirt that match cool cat with my bucket hat
Chill new Orleans nigga getting figures rich as fuck with that
I'm cooling out in harlem 911 where my hustlers at
Laying in a trap, rollin sour out the pack,
Posted right in front of 50 with the loud I know you hear me
Holla back some other time, not right now I'm on my grind
I want what's mine and that included what's I've been due I'm over due
The dollar signs, diamond in the ruff, but fuck it
Still I shine, drapped in the finest threads, Ralph Lauren Design
[?]
[Young Roddy:]
Hey I let my nigga smash, I don't save no bitch
But now I'm like, light up and blaze that, yeah
Momma say she want a nigga who stay on his shit
Uh, and if that ain't true, then what you call that
Them hood hoes swear to God I'm hood rich
They tryin to count my cash girl fall back
I'm killing them niggas go tell em to dig a ditch
And it was all good when it was all bad
Uh, my uncle done 22 flat, by the time he made it home
His little nephew was grown
With intentions to blow the fuck up, and put him on
So I'm steady, write that I'll shit, trying to make my mill ticket
Promethazine keep me tilting 650
When the clock struck 7 I had 7 grams of sticky
Uh, so when I'm in my zone please don't tempt me
I'm close to the edge so don't push me... out
mixtape: "Spitta Andretti: Verde Terrace" (2011) (hosted by DJ Drama)
- Job lyrics - Curren$y
- The Jet Business lyrics - Curren$y
- Pinifarina lyrics - Curren$y
- Hennessy Beach lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dom Kennedy)
- Car Talk lyrics - Curren$y
- Smoke Sumthin lyrics - Curren$y
- Run Dat Shit lyrics - Curren$y
- One For Da Wave lyrics - Curren$y
- Sky Miles lyrics - Curren$y
- Crack BC lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
- High Tunes lyrics - Curren$y
- Music To Ride To lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)
- My Life Is A Movie lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mr. Marcelo)
- Ways To Kill Em lyrics - Curren$y
- Smoke Sumthin (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Lil Wayne)
Job lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
At this point in my life
I'm looking at it like a hustle
Supafly's last number
Come out of the game on top, before they pull me under
That's what it's about
Range rover the winters
In the summer I do the drop with the right shoes on
And the top gone, soft porn
Watch out for 'em, OG
Your old heads'll vouch for 'em
They know me
And the shit that I'm on
Cause I've seen it all
Like I bought the boxed set, whole season dog
Them bitches is running out of tricks pimpin'
Barely catching my attention
I'm dealing with them
But simply for the physical
She falling deep in love
But I'm really not that into you, sorry girl
But at least I kept it trill with you
Evils that this game'll do
Have me concentrating on that pay
And playing you
This hustle is a bitch, so is this ho
They trying to make a player choose
[Hook:]
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the Scrip
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the Scrip
Counting my grip
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the Scrip
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the Scrip
Smoke one to this
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Sosa had it all figured out
I think that's who they should've made a movie 'bout
Cause pimping had a helicopter at his crib
Just in case his homeboy smelled a snitch
Type of shit had spitta inspired
Type of shit had me all night writing
Type of shit had me out all night driving in my whip
I been waiting since a little boy to buy this shit
I ain't hiding from no haters so I ride with no tint
Feast your eyes mother fucker
I beep my horn at your woman
She keep her phone in her lap
I call and she coming
And for that, she always coming back
But I'm running to them stacks
I'm trying to put a million in the wall
Couple million in the yard
Couple million in the ceiling
Over where them hoes laying at
So it's staying asses
[Hook]
At this point in my life
I'm looking at it like a hustle
Supafly's last number
Come out of the game on top, before they pull me under
That's what it's about
Range rover the winters
In the summer I do the drop with the right shoes on
And the top gone, soft porn
Watch out for 'em, OG
Your old heads'll vouch for 'em
They know me
And the shit that I'm on
Cause I've seen it all
Like I bought the boxed set, whole season dog
Them bitches is running out of tricks pimpin'
Barely catching my attention
I'm dealing with them
But simply for the physical
She falling deep in love
But I'm really not that into you, sorry girl
But at least I kept it trill with you
Evils that this game'll do
Have me concentrating on that pay
And playing you
This hustle is a bitch, so is this ho
They trying to make a player choose
[Hook:]
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the Scrip
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the Scrip
Counting my grip
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the Scrip
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the Scrip
Smoke one to this
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Sosa had it all figured out
I think that's who they should've made a movie 'bout
Cause pimping had a helicopter at his crib
Just in case his homeboy smelled a snitch
Type of shit had spitta inspired
Type of shit had me all night writing
Type of shit had me out all night driving in my whip
I been waiting since a little boy to buy this shit
I ain't hiding from no haters so I ride with no tint
Feast your eyes mother fucker
I beep my horn at your woman
She keep her phone in her lap
I call and she coming
And for that, she always coming back
But I'm running to them stacks
I'm trying to put a million in the wall
Couple million in the yard
Couple million in the ceiling
Over where them hoes laying at
So it's staying asses
[Hook]
The Jet Business lyrics - Curren$y
Can't beat us join us, keep reefer on us
Jet life
Blow the smoke out in the club corner
Watch the game with the team owners
Yeaaauh...
Ever since you was a baby, I was the flow you looked up to
The mobile over your crib, your playpen, I'm a mogul I can mold you
Into something just say when
Jets ain't fucking around you can tell when
The valet pull 'em toys r uses around
Stashed a few dollars now the boy parking horses
Stashed a few dollars it's affecting how I'm talking
But not what I'm saying
Okay man, scared the opposition: shitless at the weigh in
When we showed up, pouring liquor for 'em, they already knew that they was dead men
Spitta, Mr. Been-done-that, switched the style up, and let my mini-me's run that
My money pile up, laughing at the homegirl, fell asleep counting up
She a boss so she down with us
Keep some bad bitches surrounding her, my homies be pounding 'em
And that's cool cause me and boo do the 1-2 every now and then
But we gotta stay business, focus on grosses, never on these hoeses
Jets up in motion, high rise, hideout looking down on the ocean, balcony back shots
So good baby girl cried her eyes out beautiful moments
Want me to hold her when it's over but I'm already going that's what I told her
She say my heart frozen, but bitch, you knew about the man before you chose him
Big dog, Range-Rovin', roamin'
Mob wives look the other way when daddy bring that dough in
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Loose lips sink ships, pillow talk digs ditches for many niggas
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Jet misses don't tell the Jet business...
... Verde Terrace
Jet life
Blow the smoke out in the club corner
Watch the game with the team owners
Yeaaauh...
Ever since you was a baby, I was the flow you looked up to
The mobile over your crib, your playpen, I'm a mogul I can mold you
Into something just say when
Jets ain't fucking around you can tell when
The valet pull 'em toys r uses around
Stashed a few dollars now the boy parking horses
Stashed a few dollars it's affecting how I'm talking
But not what I'm saying
Okay man, scared the opposition: shitless at the weigh in
When we showed up, pouring liquor for 'em, they already knew that they was dead men
Spitta, Mr. Been-done-that, switched the style up, and let my mini-me's run that
My money pile up, laughing at the homegirl, fell asleep counting up
She a boss so she down with us
Keep some bad bitches surrounding her, my homies be pounding 'em
And that's cool cause me and boo do the 1-2 every now and then
But we gotta stay business, focus on grosses, never on these hoeses
Jets up in motion, high rise, hideout looking down on the ocean, balcony back shots
So good baby girl cried her eyes out beautiful moments
Want me to hold her when it's over but I'm already going that's what I told her
She say my heart frozen, but bitch, you knew about the man before you chose him
Big dog, Range-Rovin', roamin'
Mob wives look the other way when daddy bring that dough in
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Loose lips sink ships, pillow talk digs ditches for many niggas
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Jet misses don't tell the Jet business...
... Verde Terrace
Pinifarina lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
Cause it keep getting bit
I had to lay low like they was looking for the kid
All points bulletin, bathing ape hoodies in
My sports car internet star
Killing niggas digitally like they SOCOM
I'm so calm in the mist of the storm
Nonchalant, but I'm very aware what's going on
Fuck mowing the grass for the snakes, I set fire to the lawn
Baked Spitta kill beats, send flowers to the wake
Couple hoes deliver some roses and the cake
What you want, stop the jets fool you must be on
More than one, no shots I'm just making it known
I got a gun, got a walk smoking on, pop
Shit wicked in the city trying to survive, then you should stick with me
Ya'll don't want to be the duck to get stuck, when the situation turns sticky
Do your research, homework, history
Iceberg, denim jackets opened up a fresh package of hanes t-shirts
Wifebeaters, white as my next door neighbors
White as my bottom bitch Mercedes
White as squares on the checkered flag when it's waving
We winning, needless to say it
Throw some away and some to the cleaners
Champagne stain shit, Spitta get lifted like sanctions
Vocabulary gangster, my ink pen has shanked me
Jet life til the
Coffins dropped in the grave, get filled up
But for now, I'm a live my life lit up
That coupe got some get up
Foreign supermodel pent up
Inside of it she doing chin ups
I'm riding home boy, you should come get up
[Hook:]
Pandemonium, four black SUV's on the road for him
When he landing, pandemonium
Bitches running up, not sure which one he rolling in
Yeah man, pandemonium
Throwback flow, Deloreans petroleum
King Jahphi Joe had his women throw roses on the floor for him
Pandemonium (yeah)
[Verse 2:]
Side betting at the street races
10, 000, my wager on that Camaro with the craters
My eyes completely asian, but open the scoping for haters
They hoping I'm off on my basis
Swear this weed so elegant, we should grow the shit in vases
Niggas you scared of, see me in clubs in St. Casius
They in the streets, I'm in the rap game similar risks we both taken
Parking dope boy rides outside my enterprise celebrating
Cause both of our sides made it
Continuous elevation, I exhibited faith and
Patience, at the same time I went and got mine
I wasn't waiting, it's a thin line might wanna count your paces
Before you cross it, this game a come up and losses
That's trill boss shit, what you know about it
Pandemonium, feel like when a bad bitch come roll for him
(Yeah)
Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
Cause it keep getting bit
I had to lay low like they was looking for the kid
All points bulletin, bathing ape hoodies in
My sports car internet star
Killing niggas digitally like they SOCOM
I'm so calm in the mist of the storm
Nonchalant, but I'm very aware what's going on
Fuck mowing the grass for the snakes, I set fire to the lawn
Baked Spitta kill beats, send flowers to the wake
Couple hoes deliver some roses and the cake
What you want, stop the jets fool you must be on
More than one, no shots I'm just making it known
I got a gun, got a walk smoking on, pop
Shit wicked in the city trying to survive, then you should stick with me
Ya'll don't want to be the duck to get stuck, when the situation turns sticky
Do your research, homework, history
Iceberg, denim jackets opened up a fresh package of hanes t-shirts
Wifebeaters, white as my next door neighbors
White as my bottom bitch Mercedes
White as squares on the checkered flag when it's waving
We winning, needless to say it
Throw some away and some to the cleaners
Champagne stain shit, Spitta get lifted like sanctions
Vocabulary gangster, my ink pen has shanked me
Jet life til the
Coffins dropped in the grave, get filled up
But for now, I'm a live my life lit up
That coupe got some get up
Foreign supermodel pent up
Inside of it she doing chin ups
I'm riding home boy, you should come get up
[Hook:]
Pandemonium, four black SUV's on the road for him
When he landing, pandemonium
Bitches running up, not sure which one he rolling in
Yeah man, pandemonium
Throwback flow, Deloreans petroleum
King Jahphi Joe had his women throw roses on the floor for him
Pandemonium (yeah)
[Verse 2:]
Side betting at the street races
10, 000, my wager on that Camaro with the craters
My eyes completely asian, but open the scoping for haters
They hoping I'm off on my basis
Swear this weed so elegant, we should grow the shit in vases
Niggas you scared of, see me in clubs in St. Casius
They in the streets, I'm in the rap game similar risks we both taken
Parking dope boy rides outside my enterprise celebrating
Cause both of our sides made it
Continuous elevation, I exhibited faith and
Patience, at the same time I went and got mine
I wasn't waiting, it's a thin line might wanna count your paces
Before you cross it, this game a come up and losses
That's trill boss shit, what you know about it
Pandemonium, feel like when a bad bitch come roll for him
(Yeah)
Hennessy Beach lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dom Kennedy)
[Hook x2: Dom Kennedy]
My niggas trying hard to get it
We making sure the cars is tinted
I'm making sure the broads is with it
I hit her with the extra large addiction
[Verse 1: Dom]
Clicquot, hope you hoes is all legal
I take the most thickest and leave the rest with my people
Guns kill niggas and her pussy is lethal
Raised in West Philly, her favorite team is the Eagles
Got one dog, I think that shit is a beagle
She dress like one of them girls at Fred Segal
Totally! I just make her buy a bunch of clothes for me
Then we go out to eat, I order steak with the rosemary
Before we in the house, I be digging in the hosiery
She goes for me. I put that on the father and the rosary
The older we become, life is just begun
You like how that drink taste?
Mix it with some pre-cum
I hang around millionaires cause I could really be one
If you don't understand that, you are really D-umb
If you know a nigga real as me, I would like to see one
A couple homies locked away, I hope this city free 'em
Goin' to the pros, I'm tired of playing D-1
Can't stay in the same place, life is not a re-run
I broke out, hit it one time, then I choked out
When the plane land, that mean Spitta in here smoked out
Tortoise shell frames on, yeah niggas Loc'd out
Can't wait to bring the '62 with the spokes out
Cause it's all in our reach
I be waiting for you nigga, right here
On Hennessy Beach
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Now I never had a glass of Hennessy in my life
I can't lie... but I did have a shot of XO this morning
Shout out for the housewarming gift
They sent that over to the crib
I didn't drive over here, not drinking and driving
Tish brought me... aite...
Sand in my Nike Cortez, beach front home
Cause I was stacking and playing the back, all along
Niggas is dead over raps gone over songs
I'm rolling something Herculean
Trees past strong like it gotta be on 'roids, boy
Here's another hit, that Barry Bonds
Spitta know how to treat a woman, sugar
Cut all that lil girl shit out, I'll prove it to ya
Versace Medusa, I get
Highed up to do my work. I'm a roofer
Instead of paying attention you niggas paying
Them bitches. That's why you in that position
Looking up at the jets, waving bye
Straining your eyes cause we satellite high
In 1997, I dreamt about riding around in Porsche 911's
Now I'm plotting, opening a car lot to sell em
My bottom bitch saw it all go down
But she never tell it...
My niggas trying hard to get it
We making sure the cars is tinted
I'm making sure the broads is with it
I hit her with the extra large addiction
[Verse 1: Dom]
Clicquot, hope you hoes is all legal
I take the most thickest and leave the rest with my people
Guns kill niggas and her pussy is lethal
Raised in West Philly, her favorite team is the Eagles
Got one dog, I think that shit is a beagle
She dress like one of them girls at Fred Segal
Totally! I just make her buy a bunch of clothes for me
Then we go out to eat, I order steak with the rosemary
Before we in the house, I be digging in the hosiery
She goes for me. I put that on the father and the rosary
The older we become, life is just begun
You like how that drink taste?
Mix it with some pre-cum
I hang around millionaires cause I could really be one
If you don't understand that, you are really D-umb
If you know a nigga real as me, I would like to see one
A couple homies locked away, I hope this city free 'em
Goin' to the pros, I'm tired of playing D-1
Can't stay in the same place, life is not a re-run
I broke out, hit it one time, then I choked out
When the plane land, that mean Spitta in here smoked out
Tortoise shell frames on, yeah niggas Loc'd out
Can't wait to bring the '62 with the spokes out
Cause it's all in our reach
I be waiting for you nigga, right here
On Hennessy Beach
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Now I never had a glass of Hennessy in my life
I can't lie... but I did have a shot of XO this morning
Shout out for the housewarming gift
They sent that over to the crib
I didn't drive over here, not drinking and driving
Tish brought me... aite...
Sand in my Nike Cortez, beach front home
Cause I was stacking and playing the back, all along
Niggas is dead over raps gone over songs
I'm rolling something Herculean
Trees past strong like it gotta be on 'roids, boy
Here's another hit, that Barry Bonds
Spitta know how to treat a woman, sugar
Cut all that lil girl shit out, I'll prove it to ya
Versace Medusa, I get
Highed up to do my work. I'm a roofer
Instead of paying attention you niggas paying
Them bitches. That's why you in that position
Looking up at the jets, waving bye
Straining your eyes cause we satellite high
In 1997, I dreamt about riding around in Porsche 911's
Now I'm plotting, opening a car lot to sell em
My bottom bitch saw it all go down
But she never tell it...
Car Talk lyrics - Curren$y
And I'm a Nike Head My car entice the Feds
My bitches Porno-Bred you countin corny bread
I slice a G-loaf can cop a speedboat
Can't sing but they know Spitta holding C-notes
Critics say that he flow only bout weed
They don't know about me They just judging from my Tweet Quotes
Since they don't understand him they figure that it ain't dope
Fuck 'em tho. I'm with my niggas and my bitches
Everywhere we going my older he homie flicking pictures
He tripping cause he just came home locked up all that time
Ain't know that I became a Don
The same way Ace Boogie put Money Mitch back on
Welcomed him with open arms JetLife niggas wishin they was in the fold
They ain't they in the fuckin cold
I'm in the paint dunking on niggas
Expanding my crib my garage getting bigger
Call Rozay tell him "sell a donk to a nigga"
Or point me to expert builder
I want purple ghost flames on the hood and the fenders
Have it covered, trailered, delivered to the cirle of winners
I'm a be in there chillin where I parked my other race cars
Clearing out a space for my newest edition
It's Spitta The master of the Car Talk
No engine
My shit powered by the all-spark
Straight sickening
My bitches Porno-Bred you countin corny bread
I slice a G-loaf can cop a speedboat
Can't sing but they know Spitta holding C-notes
Critics say that he flow only bout weed
They don't know about me They just judging from my Tweet Quotes
Since they don't understand him they figure that it ain't dope
Fuck 'em tho. I'm with my niggas and my bitches
Everywhere we going my older he homie flicking pictures
He tripping cause he just came home locked up all that time
Ain't know that I became a Don
The same way Ace Boogie put Money Mitch back on
Welcomed him with open arms JetLife niggas wishin they was in the fold
They ain't they in the fuckin cold
I'm in the paint dunking on niggas
Expanding my crib my garage getting bigger
Call Rozay tell him "sell a donk to a nigga"
Or point me to expert builder
I want purple ghost flames on the hood and the fenders
Have it covered, trailered, delivered to the cirle of winners
I'm a be in there chillin where I parked my other race cars
Clearing out a space for my newest edition
It's Spitta The master of the Car Talk
No engine
My shit powered by the all-spark
Straight sickening
Smoke Sumthin lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse - Curren$y:]
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
But I ain't steppin on the stage until they
Count up all my cash flow
Oh man, then your man's going Twilight Zone
Wantin' to be left alone, again at home, listen to Soulja Slim
I spread that dough out, rolling pin, slice it up
With my closest friends as the grimey globe spins, I'm riding
Trying to keep dirt off my rims and my name
Out'chea stay poppin up at the red carpet
My green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes
Highed up, I like what she working with, that's why we hired her
We put her on the set, tattoo calligraphy love the Jets
Love and respect, we passing you the fuck up
Ain't passing you none of my bud
That's why you standing 'round us bruh!
Are you accounted for?
Who brung you? You don't speak the code bro
Yo slick tongue done hung you
You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through
I'm in the bank line, empire, I build this for us to eat
Inside is the lunch room, outside is looking wild and hungry fool
Shut the door so they don't see us light a joint or two...
[Hook:]
I stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something
Talking about smoke something...
Stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something
Talking about smoke something...
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
But I ain't steppin on the stage until they
Count up all my cash flow
Oh man, then your man's going Twilight Zone
Wantin' to be left alone, again at home, listen to Soulja Slim
I spread that dough out, rolling pin, slice it up
With my closest friends as the grimey globe spins, I'm riding
Trying to keep dirt off my rims and my name
Out'chea stay poppin up at the red carpet
My green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes
Highed up, I like what she working with, that's why we hired her
We put her on the set, tattoo calligraphy love the Jets
Love and respect, we passing you the fuck up
Ain't passing you none of my bud
That's why you standing 'round us bruh!
Are you accounted for?
Who brung you? You don't speak the code bro
Yo slick tongue done hung you
You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through
I'm in the bank line, empire, I build this for us to eat
Inside is the lunch room, outside is looking wild and hungry fool
Shut the door so they don't see us light a joint or two...
[Hook:]
I stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something
Talking about smoke something...
Stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something
Talking about smoke something...
Run Dat Shit lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook:]
When I'm off in the zone my niggas tellin me run dat shit
Run dat shit
Run dat shit
When I'm off in the zone my niggas tellin me
[Verse 1:]
Shit for high priced SUVs
Long nights palm trees
Cuff link sleeves
Them niggas ain't these
Extraordinary gentleman
This is the league
Wrinkle free
Pimpin my stocks crate like 915
Jet cole make watergate look like a hair-brain scheme
Your hoes wanna be taken no leaving this [?]
And on the scene
Blue waters
White sands
Sticky green
Enough niggas talk shit
Jet niggas talk rich
Porches, fortress, horses afford this
Then try step up
Ya'll got me messed up
Basketball shorts on red carpet
My girl dressed up, and I'm coolin
I'm just at the premier cause my homeboy was in the movie
I would be hoopin on my front yard point guard shit
With my neighbors son OG shit I do cause I truly am one
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
And they still trying to build that case
Want me to pay for murdering all these tapes
What can I say it's still money over bitches
We stick to the script here
Magazine pictures
Credit every stitch that I wear
Never been one of those caught up in the fab
They say it's out of style
I bring that shit back
Designers know it makes sense to chop it and burn hash
And let me skim through their next season sketch pad
I'm never mad
Just mad high my guy
From this altitude you wipe a doves tears when they cry
The forefather of the fly
No paternity test your style got my eyes left
And it's Jets til the motherfucking next
Life
So sweet candy stripes on my Vette
If I say it I show it
You think I get it for free how I smoke it
My dude wanted loot but he tossed me a few free O's and shit
All these rappers need is a hook to go and fish
For crappy deals but I'm way too real
Muthafuckas kept half assing until
Warner Bros. came to the table
With the table
Now there's room for my whole set
Now my niggas able
Eat til we got the itis
Bitch we on fire
Marlo on the screen yeah bitch we on the wire
You talking too much bitch go sit up there with the driver
When I'm off in the zone my niggas tellin me run dat shit
Run dat shit
Run dat shit
When I'm off in the zone my niggas tellin me
[Verse 1:]
Shit for high priced SUVs
Long nights palm trees
Cuff link sleeves
Them niggas ain't these
Extraordinary gentleman
This is the league
Wrinkle free
Pimpin my stocks crate like 915
Jet cole make watergate look like a hair-brain scheme
Your hoes wanna be taken no leaving this [?]
And on the scene
Blue waters
White sands
Sticky green
Enough niggas talk shit
Jet niggas talk rich
Porches, fortress, horses afford this
Then try step up
Ya'll got me messed up
Basketball shorts on red carpet
My girl dressed up, and I'm coolin
I'm just at the premier cause my homeboy was in the movie
I would be hoopin on my front yard point guard shit
With my neighbors son OG shit I do cause I truly am one
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
And they still trying to build that case
Want me to pay for murdering all these tapes
What can I say it's still money over bitches
We stick to the script here
Magazine pictures
Credit every stitch that I wear
Never been one of those caught up in the fab
They say it's out of style
I bring that shit back
Designers know it makes sense to chop it and burn hash
And let me skim through their next season sketch pad
I'm never mad
Just mad high my guy
From this altitude you wipe a doves tears when they cry
The forefather of the fly
No paternity test your style got my eyes left
And it's Jets til the motherfucking next
Life
So sweet candy stripes on my Vette
If I say it I show it
You think I get it for free how I smoke it
My dude wanted loot but he tossed me a few free O's and shit
All these rappers need is a hook to go and fish
For crappy deals but I'm way too real
Muthafuckas kept half assing until
Warner Bros. came to the table
With the table
Now there's room for my whole set
Now my niggas able
Eat til we got the itis
Bitch we on fire
Marlo on the screen yeah bitch we on the wire
You talking too much bitch go sit up there with the driver
One For Da Wave lyrics - Curren$y
Got my bitch she shot gun
A pizza and a cola
While she play her position in the mirror watching them rollers
And I'm smoking the potent
Driving roasted like it's stolen
On the road to the riches if you wonder where I'm goin
I make a fortune from flowing
It's gonna happen I know it
Fool I told you so
Don't be surprised cause I'm rollin
Few styles been stolen
Don't think that I haven't noticed
But a couple of nuggets ain't much to this fucking grower
I can get you some morer
This audio dope
I got what chu need plus way morer
Underneath the floorboards
I represent no love
Suckas get no love
Homie only no others he don't really know us
Momma have that rolled up before I roll over
Jet life best life
Good mornings wild nights
It's flashing lights
Racing stripes
If her head right
I got no problem booking her flight
A pizza and a cola
While she play her position in the mirror watching them rollers
And I'm smoking the potent
Driving roasted like it's stolen
On the road to the riches if you wonder where I'm goin
I make a fortune from flowing
It's gonna happen I know it
Fool I told you so
Don't be surprised cause I'm rollin
Few styles been stolen
Don't think that I haven't noticed
But a couple of nuggets ain't much to this fucking grower
I can get you some morer
This audio dope
I got what chu need plus way morer
Underneath the floorboards
I represent no love
Suckas get no love
Homie only no others he don't really know us
Momma have that rolled up before I roll over
Jet life best life
Good mornings wild nights
It's flashing lights
Racing stripes
If her head right
I got no problem booking her flight
Sky Miles lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook:]
We came to take you higher
And higher, and higher, flight
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Ninja Turtle marijuana, cut it down
Leonardo's katanas, we in town
Found with hoes around us, dirty rotten scoundrels
Twisting up seedless quarter-pounders
Yeah I party, bitch never seen a flounder
She working at the Gap folding jeans on the counter
Niggas lounging, wood panels on the wall
Like the inside of them late 70's housing
Nigga, I'm Mitchell and Ness, vintage flow
OG, no retro, grab a nugget
Pack a bowl, that's Super Tecmo
Chivel es dough, shut the door bitch, let's go
[Verse 2 - Willie the Kid:]
In my new car, going like I'm too far
Money show truly who you are
Whether you a star or a shooting star, a shooting star
So you want to spar with a southpaw, get your jaw draw
I got a bitch like the black Zsa Zsa Gabor
And she could pull a chick faster than I could pull
In Acapulco, pouring shots of tequila
She bought her friend, I brought Curren$y, he bought the reefer
What up Spitta? We buzzing like a transmitter
These niggas bitter, slipping like a transmission
I'm Brita, spring water with the flow
Break the bank like it's brittle, brush money like bristles
Official, a root canal, bicuspid
I'm on the cusp of these bucks, not a husband
But I'm in love with the money fuckin' lusting
Long like the hair of Rumpelstiltskin, I'm Teddy Ruxpin
Hold my grizzly, Willie gets busy
The fly Jet Life insure Met Life, right?
Hot Spitta with me, never a Dull Moment
[Hook]
We came to take you higher
And higher, and higher, flight
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Ninja Turtle marijuana, cut it down
Leonardo's katanas, we in town
Found with hoes around us, dirty rotten scoundrels
Twisting up seedless quarter-pounders
Yeah I party, bitch never seen a flounder
She working at the Gap folding jeans on the counter
Niggas lounging, wood panels on the wall
Like the inside of them late 70's housing
Nigga, I'm Mitchell and Ness, vintage flow
OG, no retro, grab a nugget
Pack a bowl, that's Super Tecmo
Chivel es dough, shut the door bitch, let's go
[Verse 2 - Willie the Kid:]
In my new car, going like I'm too far
Money show truly who you are
Whether you a star or a shooting star, a shooting star
So you want to spar with a southpaw, get your jaw draw
I got a bitch like the black Zsa Zsa Gabor
And she could pull a chick faster than I could pull
In Acapulco, pouring shots of tequila
She bought her friend, I brought Curren$y, he bought the reefer
What up Spitta? We buzzing like a transmitter
These niggas bitter, slipping like a transmission
I'm Brita, spring water with the flow
Break the bank like it's brittle, brush money like bristles
Official, a root canal, bicuspid
I'm on the cusp of these bucks, not a husband
But I'm in love with the money fuckin' lusting
Long like the hair of Rumpelstiltskin, I'm Teddy Ruxpin
Hold my grizzly, Willie gets busy
The fly Jet Life insure Met Life, right?
Hot Spitta with me, never a Dull Moment
[Hook]
Crack BC lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Currensy:]
Yo, Jet Life
This Spitta
Ya'll know I ain't saying nan crack, no soap
Let me get out Roddy way & let him do his thing. Feel me?
I called in a professional! Here's a professional let me move
[Young Roddy:]
These my 10 crack commandments
They can't tell me nothing bout this coke, nothing bout crack, nothing bout this weed
This for my hustling niggas
Niggas on the corner 24-7, I ain't forget you niggas
Uh, this my tre-first commandments
Aye! I been in this game for years, this shit made me a savage
Word to the mama, my niggas they tote cannons
Rule #1: No serving in front of cameras, cause that's the quickest way to get you thrown in the slammer
#2: Scared money don't make loot
First car, without a lisence, lil nigga making moves
And if them jack boys got you nigga
Then I move
Cause it'll be another nigga dead on the news
#3: That shit cold blood if you ask me
Only speaking when I'm spoken to
So barely do I speak
From talking out of turn, can get you 6 feet deep
So you better pay attention, fore yo ass become dinner
#4: I know we heard this before
But my homie getting high on his own supply
#5: Never hold no cash where you rest
Cause it'll be more than them Jets coming for your neck
#6: That goddamn credit... whatever
You think a crackhead paying you back?
Nigga never
#7: I'm at the dice came, like "bet it"
I win a few grand, spend it with a dope man
#8: Never let no bitch hold your weight
Cause in the hood, some days a nigga safe ain't even safe
#9: I'm tired of coaching niggas how to grind
Better cop a few rocks nigga
Break em all down
#10: Should've been #1 to me
If you ain't getting pen'd, stay the fuck from police
Like the Gingerbread Man, tell em'
"Catch me if you can"
Ain't tryna do no bid, fuck livin in the can
But will a nigga like me ever snitch?
Hell no
Them goons will wack you in that rain, sleet, hail and snow
Follow these rules have mad cash to rake up
Make money easy like a layup
Jets nigga
These my tre-first commandments
Yo, Jet Life
This Spitta
Ya'll know I ain't saying nan crack, no soap
Let me get out Roddy way & let him do his thing. Feel me?
I called in a professional! Here's a professional let me move
[Young Roddy:]
These my 10 crack commandments
They can't tell me nothing bout this coke, nothing bout crack, nothing bout this weed
This for my hustling niggas
Niggas on the corner 24-7, I ain't forget you niggas
Uh, this my tre-first commandments
Aye! I been in this game for years, this shit made me a savage
Word to the mama, my niggas they tote cannons
Rule #1: No serving in front of cameras, cause that's the quickest way to get you thrown in the slammer
#2: Scared money don't make loot
First car, without a lisence, lil nigga making moves
And if them jack boys got you nigga
Then I move
Cause it'll be another nigga dead on the news
#3: That shit cold blood if you ask me
Only speaking when I'm spoken to
So barely do I speak
From talking out of turn, can get you 6 feet deep
So you better pay attention, fore yo ass become dinner
#4: I know we heard this before
But my homie getting high on his own supply
#5: Never hold no cash where you rest
Cause it'll be more than them Jets coming for your neck
#6: That goddamn credit... whatever
You think a crackhead paying you back?
Nigga never
#7: I'm at the dice came, like "bet it"
I win a few grand, spend it with a dope man
#8: Never let no bitch hold your weight
Cause in the hood, some days a nigga safe ain't even safe
#9: I'm tired of coaching niggas how to grind
Better cop a few rocks nigga
Break em all down
#10: Should've been #1 to me
If you ain't getting pen'd, stay the fuck from police
Like the Gingerbread Man, tell em'
"Catch me if you can"
Ain't tryna do no bid, fuck livin in the can
But will a nigga like me ever snitch?
Hell no
Them goons will wack you in that rain, sleet, hail and snow
Follow these rules have mad cash to rake up
Make money easy like a layup
Jets nigga
These my tre-first commandments
High Tunes lyrics - Curren$y
Up getting high round 7 am
And my girl start bitching about my friends
Because last night niggas was going to fuck in
I stumbled through the door cloud 9, cloud 10
Yeah that was round 4, say 3 hours ago
Now I'm smoking out the crib, picking out clothes
What I'm most comfortable in, like khaki cargos
Monte Carlo, When I think of somewhere to go
I scan barcodes trying to see what it's hittin for
Slamming my car door too hard, you can't ride with me no more
I don't need a chain or a whip to get with these hoes
Word to the homie wacko, they fucking with me natural
Factual, though your bitches go, hannibal
Tryna eat a nigga alive, that's what this rap shit do
Then police is after you, niggas getting mad at you
Jetlife, from this high I can't see shit that matter to you
Ah, you trying to be the boy they wonder what had happened to
I try to be the man I did more and I plan to do
I did my thing I snatched it before they could handed to
Earthquake motor the road I'm doing damage too
The paint of murder, the doors are suicide fool
You may die, no lie, and this is very true
I'm online like the dot com
Constructing these bars like I'm building a prison
Locked in, though I gotta be out of my mind
I'm parked, I'm sparked, I'm chillin, you can burn with me
But them niggas gotta stay outside
Diamond in the back, sunroof
Counting up a stack in the drive-thru
Bass slapping, what the G's ride to
Wonder what this is, high tunes
Diamond in the back, sunroof
Counting up a stack, when I ride through
I gotta fifty sack in my shoe
You know what this is
Diamond in the back, sunroof
Counting up a stack in the drive-thru
Bass slapping, what the G's ride to
Wonder what this is,
Wonder what this is, High Tunes fool
And my girl start bitching about my friends
Because last night niggas was going to fuck in
I stumbled through the door cloud 9, cloud 10
Yeah that was round 4, say 3 hours ago
Now I'm smoking out the crib, picking out clothes
What I'm most comfortable in, like khaki cargos
Monte Carlo, When I think of somewhere to go
I scan barcodes trying to see what it's hittin for
Slamming my car door too hard, you can't ride with me no more
I don't need a chain or a whip to get with these hoes
Word to the homie wacko, they fucking with me natural
Factual, though your bitches go, hannibal
Tryna eat a nigga alive, that's what this rap shit do
Then police is after you, niggas getting mad at you
Jetlife, from this high I can't see shit that matter to you
Ah, you trying to be the boy they wonder what had happened to
I try to be the man I did more and I plan to do
I did my thing I snatched it before they could handed to
Earthquake motor the road I'm doing damage too
The paint of murder, the doors are suicide fool
You may die, no lie, and this is very true
I'm online like the dot com
Constructing these bars like I'm building a prison
Locked in, though I gotta be out of my mind
I'm parked, I'm sparked, I'm chillin, you can burn with me
But them niggas gotta stay outside
Diamond in the back, sunroof
Counting up a stack in the drive-thru
Bass slapping, what the G's ride to
Wonder what this is, high tunes
Diamond in the back, sunroof
Counting up a stack, when I ride through
I gotta fifty sack in my shoe
You know what this is
Diamond in the back, sunroof
Counting up a stack in the drive-thru
Bass slapping, what the G's ride to
Wonder what this is,
Wonder what this is, High Tunes fool
Music To Ride To lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)
[Intro - Curren$y:]
Them other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I (Verde Terrace)
Let me drag two more chairs out here with me
Niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Dressed like I got somewhere to go
But I'm just smokin' my trees, prolly sweep the patio
Thumb through a few magazines; Complex, Robb Report
Surf the internet, reserve some time at a Dubai resort
I'm on the grind, fool, I ain't a child no mo'
But I play the fuck outta thirsty ho
It ain't a game, it's the planes, brushing off my clothes
But ain't nothing on my back 'cept my wings, pardon me bro
As I make my way to the change, carve my place out in history
Get rich and stay the same, enclave
Palm tree shade, have kid
Happily raised, George Burning through my old age
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
Mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and on your bitches mind
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my team, man I put that shit on g's
She love me when I met her, cussin' at me when I leave
Shit, she acting like those bills mad cheap
Girl, it cost to be the boss around this piece, can I breathe?
Cause all I do is grind, write rhymes and smoke weed
You know, burn down a tree
Tire marks as I burn down the street, take heed
When that money speak ain't life for free, but pretty as can be
From low class to living comfortably
All from being a beast on these beats
Smoking that loud pack as I creep, them plane-haters ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Them lame niggas ain't nothing like me
Trying to get a bite to eat, a plate for free, nigga please
I know cats who been grinding all week. Why sleep when that money on yo street?
I was taught to get cheddar in a hurry
You play checkers and get your ass buried, boy
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Same old shit, just a different day
New weed I'm twisting up, I break it down and lift me up, Jet Life
Nigga what? I'm high as fuck in the cut
Just chillin', count this paper up
You know the life of a villain, sport cars and women
Popping them polo collars, partner, all well denims
Over them Guccis no stunt that's how a nigga living, on g's
Bitch please, my paper peeling
Look I'm addicted to this shit and I can't fight the feeling
Still tryna to stack my dollars up from the floor to ceiling
Niggas hating on us, we ain't tripping off your feelings
365, 24/7, we making a killing spittin' the shit that we living
[Hook]
Them other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I (Verde Terrace)
Let me drag two more chairs out here with me
Niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Dressed like I got somewhere to go
But I'm just smokin' my trees, prolly sweep the patio
Thumb through a few magazines; Complex, Robb Report
Surf the internet, reserve some time at a Dubai resort
I'm on the grind, fool, I ain't a child no mo'
But I play the fuck outta thirsty ho
It ain't a game, it's the planes, brushing off my clothes
But ain't nothing on my back 'cept my wings, pardon me bro
As I make my way to the change, carve my place out in history
Get rich and stay the same, enclave
Palm tree shade, have kid
Happily raised, George Burning through my old age
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
Mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and on your bitches mind
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my team, man I put that shit on g's
She love me when I met her, cussin' at me when I leave
Shit, she acting like those bills mad cheap
Girl, it cost to be the boss around this piece, can I breathe?
Cause all I do is grind, write rhymes and smoke weed
You know, burn down a tree
Tire marks as I burn down the street, take heed
When that money speak ain't life for free, but pretty as can be
From low class to living comfortably
All from being a beast on these beats
Smoking that loud pack as I creep, them plane-haters ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Them lame niggas ain't nothing like me
Trying to get a bite to eat, a plate for free, nigga please
I know cats who been grinding all week. Why sleep when that money on yo street?
I was taught to get cheddar in a hurry
You play checkers and get your ass buried, boy
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Same old shit, just a different day
New weed I'm twisting up, I break it down and lift me up, Jet Life
Nigga what? I'm high as fuck in the cut
Just chillin', count this paper up
You know the life of a villain, sport cars and women
Popping them polo collars, partner, all well denims
Over them Guccis no stunt that's how a nigga living, on g's
Bitch please, my paper peeling
Look I'm addicted to this shit and I can't fight the feeling
Still tryna to stack my dollars up from the floor to ceiling
Niggas hating on us, we ain't tripping off your feelings
365, 24/7, we making a killing spittin' the shit that we living
[Hook]
My Life Is A Movie lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mr. Marcelo)
[Hook x2:]
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping
[Verse 1 - Mr Marcelo:]
My life is a movie, so when I be movin'
People be watchin, haters be tuned in
When I be just cruisin', or I be just hangin'
Or chillin' with my homies, out smokin' and drinkin'
Sometimes I be thinkin', what If I wasn't who I am?
Would I still move crowds like I was Rakim?
Homie I get it poppin', like champagne bottles
And I stay fresh like a runway model
Women, I'll holler. Fella's, peace out
Tell them haters, keep my name up out they mouth
Cause I be on ice like beer at a picnic
Run up on brick, and you will get your death wish
I'm from a hell zone, where I'm well known
And I don't keep up with'em homie, I make the jones
I get my hustle on to keep my money right
And I ain't stunt'n on ya homie, I'm just living life
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Cinematic, front row action
Go blind looking at him, don't sit so close
All eye's on spitta, switch time zone's homes, on both coast's
Them sucka's don't really know, whoa!
Inform'em, warn'em, that we was 'bout to swarm'em, and bomb'em
Inevitable, I had to blow
Fuck who diddn't want to see it happen, life is a movie documentary, tho no actor's
Way to real, no scripts in here, live
They believe what ever they hear, lie's
Jive ass niggas, I don't need'em in my circle, they way to square
On the road to riches, 22 inches a spare
Sparking like road flare's, hault pimpen, who goes there?
Don't think you can blend in the the Jet Bredren
A symbol of Og, dope 93' Ac, Legend
Too big for one screen, we gon' need to merge at least about 3 ofthose together
Yeah...
[Hook]
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping
[Verse 1 - Mr Marcelo:]
My life is a movie, so when I be movin'
People be watchin, haters be tuned in
When I be just cruisin', or I be just hangin'
Or chillin' with my homies, out smokin' and drinkin'
Sometimes I be thinkin', what If I wasn't who I am?
Would I still move crowds like I was Rakim?
Homie I get it poppin', like champagne bottles
And I stay fresh like a runway model
Women, I'll holler. Fella's, peace out
Tell them haters, keep my name up out they mouth
Cause I be on ice like beer at a picnic
Run up on brick, and you will get your death wish
I'm from a hell zone, where I'm well known
And I don't keep up with'em homie, I make the jones
I get my hustle on to keep my money right
And I ain't stunt'n on ya homie, I'm just living life
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Cinematic, front row action
Go blind looking at him, don't sit so close
All eye's on spitta, switch time zone's homes, on both coast's
Them sucka's don't really know, whoa!
Inform'em, warn'em, that we was 'bout to swarm'em, and bomb'em
Inevitable, I had to blow
Fuck who diddn't want to see it happen, life is a movie documentary, tho no actor's
Way to real, no scripts in here, live
They believe what ever they hear, lie's
Jive ass niggas, I don't need'em in my circle, they way to square
On the road to riches, 22 inches a spare
Sparking like road flare's, hault pimpen, who goes there?
Don't think you can blend in the the Jet Bredren
A symbol of Og, dope 93' Ac, Legend
Too big for one screen, we gon' need to merge at least about 3 ofthose together
Yeah...
[Hook]
Ways To Kill Em lyrics - Curren$y
I tell a bitch quick, "I don't need you!"
Let welfare feed you
Why would I buy you a purse when I could buy me a Regal?
Hook the bitch up tough, interior done up
Park it next to my Oldsmo with the European fronts
I'm from New Orleans, I stunt in a blue moon once
Every now and again, but I don't be doing too much
That's how fool's get touched
Riding through all them cuts
Thinking you living cool? Dude, you looking like lunch
To the wild and the young, seem to be born with guns
You need to read the sign if you going where they from
Cough up a lung with my corrupt alumni
Get high and cry with friends now though we survive
And for that, I'll ride 22's
The front stays 8, the back about 11 inches wide
My mind on my money, my eyes on the prize
I'm forever on my hustle and on your bitch's mind
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways
To kill these niggas
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways
Of getting it done
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways
Of killing 'em, nigga
Seersucker pants and my HUF socks
With the leaf prints, Stan Smiths in my drop top
Bitches know that's him before he hopped out
Said she came with a nigga, but he can be swapped out
If I'm trying to rock now
Same cold flow I been havin' got me hot now
Disgruntled rappers dusting off they battle tablets
Taking potshots, I'm just rolling up my pot, takin' shots
Lemon-drop ten women swimmin' on the roof of my building
But I'm not jumpin' in with 'em
Because I'm dressed, I'm chillin'
This cashmere, not scuba gear
My homie Trademark copped this at the Ralph Lauren spring show in last year
I just got around to wearing this now
They say gold worth 1600 an ounce
So with no diamonds, my bracelet worth a townhouse
Hanging my watch out the window
Putting hoes on time-out
Let welfare feed you
Why would I buy you a purse when I could buy me a Regal?
Hook the bitch up tough, interior done up
Park it next to my Oldsmo with the European fronts
I'm from New Orleans, I stunt in a blue moon once
Every now and again, but I don't be doing too much
That's how fool's get touched
Riding through all them cuts
Thinking you living cool? Dude, you looking like lunch
To the wild and the young, seem to be born with guns
You need to read the sign if you going where they from
Cough up a lung with my corrupt alumni
Get high and cry with friends now though we survive
And for that, I'll ride 22's
The front stays 8, the back about 11 inches wide
My mind on my money, my eyes on the prize
I'm forever on my hustle and on your bitch's mind
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways
To kill these niggas
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways
Of getting it done
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways
Of killing 'em, nigga
Seersucker pants and my HUF socks
With the leaf prints, Stan Smiths in my drop top
Bitches know that's him before he hopped out
Said she came with a nigga, but he can be swapped out
If I'm trying to rock now
Same cold flow I been havin' got me hot now
Disgruntled rappers dusting off they battle tablets
Taking potshots, I'm just rolling up my pot, takin' shots
Lemon-drop ten women swimmin' on the roof of my building
But I'm not jumpin' in with 'em
Because I'm dressed, I'm chillin'
This cashmere, not scuba gear
My homie Trademark copped this at the Ralph Lauren spring show in last year
I just got around to wearing this now
They say gold worth 1600 an ounce
So with no diamonds, my bracelet worth a townhouse
Hanging my watch out the window
Putting hoes on time-out
Smoke Sumthin (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
But I ain't steppin on the stage until they count up all my cash flow
Oh man, then your man's going Twilight Zone
Want to be left along, again at home, listenin' to Soulja Slim
I spread that dough out, rolling pins slice it up
With my closest friends as the grimey globe spins, I'm grinding
Trying to keep dirt off my rims and my name
Out c'here stay poppin up at the red carpet
In my green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes
"Hi there!" I like what she working with, that's why we hired her
We pull up on the set, tattoo calligarphy letter Jets love
And respect, we passing you the fuck up
And passing you none of my bud that's why you standing round us bruh!
Oh you accounted for, who brung you? You don't speak the code bro
You slick tone and hung you
You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through
I'm in the bank line, empire, I build this for us to eat
Inside is the lunch room, outside is looking wild hungry fool
Shut the door so they don't see us, light a joint or two...
[Hook:]
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some nigga was saying som'n
Talking about smoking some'n
Stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something
Talking about smoking something...
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
Let me go like me wanted for all my trouble
I'm chillin with this bitch who think we make the perfect couple
But she trippin, I'm sippin on some bubbly with no bubbles
It's me that's who? I put this shit together like puzzles
I'm puzzled: is it me or niggas is lame?
You're coward-hearted, yellow, lemon merengue
I'm about to change my name from "Dwayne" to "Deranged"
To be a billionaire I got a shot like Danny Ainge
My gang wear red, your bitch an air head
But I still break her off like a fuckin chair leg
It's Tunechi, ya heard me?
You don't deserve me. Swag so sick
So injury reserve me.
I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
But knowing me, I'll prolly ollie up the curb
Then grind down the rail only with my tail
Pause...
[Hook:]
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something
Talking about smoking something...
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something
Talking about smoking something...
[Lil Wayne:]
Bitch, you ain't putting on
Smoke somthing?
I remember when you couldn't even smoke shit
Couldn't stay focused
But don't forget it bitch
"Jet Files" (2011)
- Perfect Time lyrics - Curren$y
- On My Way lyrics - Curren$y
- Smoke-N-Maintain (In And Out) lyrics - Curren$y
- Sleepless In New Orleans lyrics - Curren$y
- Stay Up lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fly Union)
- Tokyo Drift lyrics - Curren$y
- The Seventies lyrics - Curren$y
- The Pledge (In & Out) lyrics - Curren$y
- Burn An Ounce lyrics - Curren$y
- Bring Her Home lyrics - Curren$y
- I'm Just Dope lyrics - Curren$y
Perfect Time lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
From The City That Care Forgot
From the section where rations had to be airdropped
Was undetected but they know I'm here now
Rapping through my Verizon network you niggas hear me now good
I'm in VA with my big homie twisting backwoods
Usually I don't get down like that
But that's my big dog, I hit a few times out of respect
And now I'm on the jet full of trees watching videos
Laughing at studio gangsters they more Gents then G's
My bitches use your mixtape cover to break they trees on
Bape top of the building, villa, gorilla King Kong
Thrilla Manilla Spitta get his King of the Ring on
Deals back and forth on the table that's label ping-pong
Won't get caught up in it, that sucker shit
Nothing positive would ever come from it
I'll buy this shit entirely from the hip-hop government
[Hook:]
And fools know I
Never sell my soul, swear on both eyes
Never change in attempt to gain dollar signs
I just kept it G and waited on the perfect time
Go left if the situation ain't right
Only thing I got if you're asking for advice
The moves I done made in my life was difficult
But if I had two I would do it twice
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Buzz increased until it became a bang
Jet planes in the building bitch we do our thang
Lace locks on my Fire Red 5's
Walk in the club with gangsters who amazed to still be alive
Cause they been through it but I took them out it
When I put my heart into this music I got some money out it
From East 34th to JFK by helicopter
I'm in the magazines you're in barbershops reading about me
And I know your girl made you more mad
When she picked you up from work she had that How Fly on full blast
Just another shot from the extended clip of Jet Shit
And another one coming before you even know you're hit
These bitches is becking by the smell of the Jet piff
These niggas is jealous of the love the JETS get
But I ain't stressing, mama roll up the whole zip
And let me smoke away all this industry bullshit
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Never changed it for nothing
Sports cars, sexy broads and luggage
Better to be somebody for one day
Than a nobody for your whole life
Fuck it...
From The City That Care Forgot
From the section where rations had to be airdropped
Was undetected but they know I'm here now
Rapping through my Verizon network you niggas hear me now good
I'm in VA with my big homie twisting backwoods
Usually I don't get down like that
But that's my big dog, I hit a few times out of respect
And now I'm on the jet full of trees watching videos
Laughing at studio gangsters they more Gents then G's
My bitches use your mixtape cover to break they trees on
Bape top of the building, villa, gorilla King Kong
Thrilla Manilla Spitta get his King of the Ring on
Deals back and forth on the table that's label ping-pong
Won't get caught up in it, that sucker shit
Nothing positive would ever come from it
I'll buy this shit entirely from the hip-hop government
[Hook:]
And fools know I
Never sell my soul, swear on both eyes
Never change in attempt to gain dollar signs
I just kept it G and waited on the perfect time
Go left if the situation ain't right
Only thing I got if you're asking for advice
The moves I done made in my life was difficult
But if I had two I would do it twice
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Buzz increased until it became a bang
Jet planes in the building bitch we do our thang
Lace locks on my Fire Red 5's
Walk in the club with gangsters who amazed to still be alive
Cause they been through it but I took them out it
When I put my heart into this music I got some money out it
From East 34th to JFK by helicopter
I'm in the magazines you're in barbershops reading about me
And I know your girl made you more mad
When she picked you up from work she had that How Fly on full blast
Just another shot from the extended clip of Jet Shit
And another one coming before you even know you're hit
These bitches is becking by the smell of the Jet piff
These niggas is jealous of the love the JETS get
But I ain't stressing, mama roll up the whole zip
And let me smoke away all this industry bullshit
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Never changed it for nothing
Sports cars, sexy broads and luggage
Better to be somebody for one day
Than a nobody for your whole life
Fuck it...
On My Way lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, I don't rap on beats I spit pictures nigga
Spit that real and kill these fictitious niggas
Ya'll don't want any part of Spit Vicious nigga
Simple beats, complex lyrics; I give it to ya
Just as an onion has layers to it
Different phases to my music let me take you through 'em
I ain't a killer but the beat made me do it
Eliminate the fake to see the loot flip
JETs high
We lookin' down on the top
No matter what the time it's four-twenty on my clock
Won't let you niggas disgrace hip-hop on my watch, not hardly
It ain't that type of party fool, I'm sorry
Park up on them, style, how I play these bitches, suffer from smoke inhalation
Got they face all in a jet engine
Tryna get a wiff, no
Smell somethin' I wrote in my notebook and overdose 'cause it's too dope
[Hook:]
(And I'm... yeah)
On the way to the next cheque, it's
Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and...
It's not a secret I so love my set
But where haven't we been yet?
(And I'm... yeah)
On the way to the next cheque, it's
Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and...
It's not a secret I so love my set
And bitches no the planes... (got it)
Exercise for the mind, mixtapin' like a athlete in the gym
Nigga I'm trainin'
My home-girl up in the hotel room waitin'
Didn't get down like that we just started fuckin' lately
Rare shit, so crazy, straight up
Straight jacket action baby, but wait up
I never let it get me down cause my spirit's rasin'
To the point I'm grounded but steady levitatin'
Most niggas was sleep, but they wakin' and bakin'
Finally catchin' up the music the JETS was makin'
Wack niggas gotcha gassed smellin' like a station
My homey once told me everybody ain't gonn' make it
Believe he was taken
Cause truth was at the root of his statement
From the air to the pavement behind paper
From the air to the pavement behind paper
From the air to the pavement behind paper
[Hook]
... Got it
Spit that real and kill these fictitious niggas
Ya'll don't want any part of Spit Vicious nigga
Simple beats, complex lyrics; I give it to ya
Just as an onion has layers to it
Different phases to my music let me take you through 'em
I ain't a killer but the beat made me do it
Eliminate the fake to see the loot flip
JETs high
We lookin' down on the top
No matter what the time it's four-twenty on my clock
Won't let you niggas disgrace hip-hop on my watch, not hardly
It ain't that type of party fool, I'm sorry
Park up on them, style, how I play these bitches, suffer from smoke inhalation
Got they face all in a jet engine
Tryna get a wiff, no
Smell somethin' I wrote in my notebook and overdose 'cause it's too dope
[Hook:]
(And I'm... yeah)
On the way to the next cheque, it's
Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and...
It's not a secret I so love my set
But where haven't we been yet?
(And I'm... yeah)
On the way to the next cheque, it's
Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and...
It's not a secret I so love my set
And bitches no the planes... (got it)
Exercise for the mind, mixtapin' like a athlete in the gym
Nigga I'm trainin'
My home-girl up in the hotel room waitin'
Didn't get down like that we just started fuckin' lately
Rare shit, so crazy, straight up
Straight jacket action baby, but wait up
I never let it get me down cause my spirit's rasin'
To the point I'm grounded but steady levitatin'
Most niggas was sleep, but they wakin' and bakin'
Finally catchin' up the music the JETS was makin'
Wack niggas gotcha gassed smellin' like a station
My homey once told me everybody ain't gonn' make it
Believe he was taken
Cause truth was at the root of his statement
From the air to the pavement behind paper
From the air to the pavement behind paper
From the air to the pavement behind paper
[Hook]
... Got it
Smoke-N-Maintain (In And Out) lyrics - Curren$y
This is just a small introduction to the jet-set era
Every mornin' I wake up I take a look in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryna' be like me
But I don't mind it to be honest
Just as long as they pay homage
Earned my spot, I one of New Orleans' flyest rhymers
I make a faithful house-wife into a two-timer
Snuck a eighth on the Island in my Bape jacket linin'
Not fired up, we flyin above
Niggas claimin' to get higher than us
They lyin' to ya
In front my bitch crib waitin' for Lil Roddy to pull up
Got a joint to bake but I'm a keep it trill and wait
Cause the homey called and said that he was on his way
Just another day in the life, another minute another mile
On the flight. No, I wouldn't switch it for nothin', dig it?
Yeah I might of said it before
But I'm a say it til the mic tell me don't say it no more
[Bridge:]
(And so...)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
(We rep The Planes)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
(We rep The Planes)
Every mornin' I wake up I take a look in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryna' be like me
But I don't mind it to be honest
Just as long as they pay homage
Earned my spot, I one of New Orleans' flyest rhymers
I make a faithful house-wife into a two-timer
Snuck a eighth on the Island in my Bape jacket linin'
Not fired up, we flyin above
Niggas claimin' to get higher than us
They lyin' to ya
In front my bitch crib waitin' for Lil Roddy to pull up
Got a joint to bake but I'm a keep it trill and wait
Cause the homey called and said that he was on his way
Just another day in the life, another minute another mile
On the flight. No, I wouldn't switch it for nothin', dig it?
Yeah I might of said it before
But I'm a say it til the mic tell me don't say it no more
[Bridge:]
(And so...)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
(We rep The Planes)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
(We rep The Planes)
Sleepless In New Orleans lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook:]
More bullshit, here we go again
Anonymous tips, and false love from ya friends
Said they saw my car around that one bitch crib again
When will you ever learn? Them hoes is miserable
They know what we be doin'
They know where we be goin'
They wish it was them instead of you I'm diggin' on
With all this trippin' you just gonna make it easy for 'em
I'm just sayin' mama, quit playin' mama
[Verse 1:]
Walk in the house and shorty go the long face
Oh shit, whatcha home girl say?
I guess I was the topic at the beauty shop today
You let them heffers tell it; I'm constantly on dates
And for the most part I'm in the studio droppin' my tapes
I invite you to sessions you don't be wantin' to stay
Til four and five in the mornin'
You worryin' bout me tourin'
And layin' up with these bitches
I wonder if a rapper-relationsship really fitcha
Cause basically
You be takin me
Outta my zone
Tryina test my patience or drive em crazy ringin' my phone
I answer it, you listenin' for background noise
All CSI tryna detect female voice
And that's so uncomfortable
You used to be my down-ass chick what did you turn into
I'm tryna have it all Cliffe and Clair Huxtable
I'm almost to the point where I'm fed up with you
[Hook]
I'm just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama
[Verse 2:]
Whatchu mean 'what I'm packin' for'?
I'm a give you minute, you've been actin' up
Grab me some boxes, a couple Air Maxes and stuff
XBox and games on the passenger seat of my truck
Bring it by my other crib where my little brother live
Clear my head, be back in a couple days
Few different tangled biddies, pretty skinnies in my bed
But they only get my dick, not my heart B
If you ain't the one you the proto-type, word to André
See them as freaks and I see you as my fiancé
I don't ever bring that bullshit round home base
I keep G, gimme that, I mean come one B
And even you said it
No other nigga can hit it like I did it
And no other will ever get a chance to get it
I'm tryna have it all Barack and Michelle
If you ridin' then I'll be back when it ain't hard for me to tell
[Hook]
I'm just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama
More bullshit, here we go again
Anonymous tips, and false love from ya friends
Said they saw my car around that one bitch crib again
When will you ever learn? Them hoes is miserable
They know what we be doin'
They know where we be goin'
They wish it was them instead of you I'm diggin' on
With all this trippin' you just gonna make it easy for 'em
I'm just sayin' mama, quit playin' mama
[Verse 1:]
Walk in the house and shorty go the long face
Oh shit, whatcha home girl say?
I guess I was the topic at the beauty shop today
You let them heffers tell it; I'm constantly on dates
And for the most part I'm in the studio droppin' my tapes
I invite you to sessions you don't be wantin' to stay
Til four and five in the mornin'
You worryin' bout me tourin'
And layin' up with these bitches
I wonder if a rapper-relationsship really fitcha
Cause basically
You be takin me
Outta my zone
Tryina test my patience or drive em crazy ringin' my phone
I answer it, you listenin' for background noise
All CSI tryna detect female voice
And that's so uncomfortable
You used to be my down-ass chick what did you turn into
I'm tryna have it all Cliffe and Clair Huxtable
I'm almost to the point where I'm fed up with you
[Hook]
I'm just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama
[Verse 2:]
Whatchu mean 'what I'm packin' for'?
I'm a give you minute, you've been actin' up
Grab me some boxes, a couple Air Maxes and stuff
XBox and games on the passenger seat of my truck
Bring it by my other crib where my little brother live
Clear my head, be back in a couple days
Few different tangled biddies, pretty skinnies in my bed
But they only get my dick, not my heart B
If you ain't the one you the proto-type, word to André
See them as freaks and I see you as my fiancé
I don't ever bring that bullshit round home base
I keep G, gimme that, I mean come one B
And even you said it
No other nigga can hit it like I did it
And no other will ever get a chance to get it
I'm tryna have it all Barack and Michelle
If you ridin' then I'll be back when it ain't hard for me to tell
[Hook]
I'm just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama
Stay Up lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fly Union)
[Hook - Fly Union:]
Shit dun changed, and I'm a be the same
Never switchin' lanes, it's why I stay up in the sky
Yeah, it's why I stay up in the sky
Oh, it's why I stay up in the sky
[Verse 1 - Curren$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'm a 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$y:]
Yeah, do it the Jet way
Put it in the air like I just called the past play
Them niggas wasn't there, they're just talkin' hear-say
Them suckers only in the hood on video days
When it's police barricades and video-tapes
Ain't bein' real, they just bein' real fake
I got real-estate, a couple plenty closin' dates, I'm straight
I know them haters was like "Homie gon' fall off, just wait"
Now they can't walk in their bitch crib without seein' my face
Chalk it up to wrokin' hard and constantly talkin' to God
Produce your Jet membership or you cannot come abord
We flyin' over you squares, fuckin' checker boards
[Hook]
Shit dun changed, and I'm a be the same
Never switchin' lanes, it's why I stay up in the sky
Yeah, it's why I stay up in the sky
Oh, it's why I stay up in the sky
[Verse 1 - Curren$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'm a 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$y:]
Yeah, do it the Jet way
Put it in the air like I just called the past play
Them niggas wasn't there, they're just talkin' hear-say
Them suckers only in the hood on video days
When it's police barricades and video-tapes
Ain't bein' real, they just bein' real fake
I got real-estate, a couple plenty closin' dates, I'm straight
I know them haters was like "Homie gon' fall off, just wait"
Now they can't walk in their bitch crib without seein' my face
Chalk it up to wrokin' hard and constantly talkin' to God
Produce your Jet membership or you cannot come abord
We flyin' over you squares, fuckin' checker boards
[Hook]
Tokyo Drift lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
Backrubs & bamboo huts, exotic locations them niggas ain't us
Bad bitches on motorcycles makin' 'em stand up
One wheelin' it, killin' it, I'm observing the situation & feelin' it
You in this gentleman's club paying for love
Fuck tap-dancing on front street I stay in the cut
Niggas recognize & these fools know
Bitches notice, they see it's the jets and instantly they go to us
Roll one up, right to the window of the tour bus
What? when? where? who framed Roger Rabbit?
While you investigatin' that I let Jessica have it
Lacoste hats & tops, alligator soufflé
Maybe next time round the globe but surely not today
I'm JD & Jay on the interstate switchin lanes
Old School Slick Rick, Dana Dane
3rd base Spitta, P-Nice minus the 'caine, insane
Yeah... Nigga... & Where haven't we been yet?
Jet Files, Fool
Backrubs & bamboo huts, exotic locations them niggas ain't us
Bad bitches on motorcycles makin' 'em stand up
One wheelin' it, killin' it, I'm observing the situation & feelin' it
You in this gentleman's club paying for love
Fuck tap-dancing on front street I stay in the cut
Niggas recognize & these fools know
Bitches notice, they see it's the jets and instantly they go to us
Roll one up, right to the window of the tour bus
What? when? where? who framed Roger Rabbit?
While you investigatin' that I let Jessica have it
Lacoste hats & tops, alligator soufflé
Maybe next time round the globe but surely not today
I'm JD & Jay on the interstate switchin lanes
Old School Slick Rick, Dana Dane
3rd base Spitta, P-Nice minus the 'caine, insane
Yeah... Nigga... & Where haven't we been yet?
Jet Files, Fool
The Seventies lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Yeah, right back like I left my cell phone in the sofa cushion
Pay attention to 'em, show you how a pro do it
To the edge I push it, clearing over the ledge
Long way from down there so don't look if you're scared
On the quest for the bread, like I'm trying to build a sandwich
Tall enough to put me next to the moon if I was to stand on it
That's all, you niggas sugary, get caught in the rain and dissolve
Reinforced frame, now Spitta too strong
Sucka niggas ain't built to last that long
They out of ammunition making whack ass songs
Rap ain't wrong, it's just fucked up, not like that forever though
Because you got us, good weed, bad bitches among us
Try not to let this bullshit become us
We the Jets, my nigga only God is above us
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back
Bad bitch in the passenger seat she twistin' up a sack
I know this ain't the seventies, I'm feeling like the Mac
Goldie, you can't hold me from collecting these stacks
Full steam ahead, no time for looking back
While I was off you niggas was getting fat
It's my time boss I need parts of all that
If I ain't on my grind then what you call that
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Heavens to Betsy somebody catch me, I'm fallin'
Hopefully I land on both Jordan's
Get right back to the sky with another bong rip
Another broken celly maybe I should buy a phone clip
Stop it, I would never rock it
Like my wallets, my money and my rubbers all in my pockets
You already know what's in them Louie pouches
It's prescribed so I ride with at least a couple ounces
Never seen lions pouncin' on their prey
Real shit, that's how I approached the beat today
These, niggas is slippin', butterfingers going to the bar
Don't leave your broad you better bring her with you boy
Or you'll be filing a missing person report for her
Picture on a milk carton at the Krogers
Winn-Dixie or whoever your local grocery freezer
If I didn't think I would lose my account I would of U Streamed her
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back
Bad bitch in the passenger seat she twitstin' up a sack
I know this ain't the seventies, I'm feeling like the Mac
Goldie, you can't hold me from collecting these stacks
Full steam ahead, no time for looking back
While I was off you niggas was getting fat
It's my time boss I need parts of all that
If I ain't on my grind then what you call that
Yeah, right back like I left my cell phone in the sofa cushion
Pay attention to 'em, show you how a pro do it
To the edge I push it, clearing over the ledge
Long way from down there so don't look if you're scared
On the quest for the bread, like I'm trying to build a sandwich
Tall enough to put me next to the moon if I was to stand on it
That's all, you niggas sugary, get caught in the rain and dissolve
Reinforced frame, now Spitta too strong
Sucka niggas ain't built to last that long
They out of ammunition making whack ass songs
Rap ain't wrong, it's just fucked up, not like that forever though
Because you got us, good weed, bad bitches among us
Try not to let this bullshit become us
We the Jets, my nigga only God is above us
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back
Bad bitch in the passenger seat she twistin' up a sack
I know this ain't the seventies, I'm feeling like the Mac
Goldie, you can't hold me from collecting these stacks
Full steam ahead, no time for looking back
While I was off you niggas was getting fat
It's my time boss I need parts of all that
If I ain't on my grind then what you call that
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Heavens to Betsy somebody catch me, I'm fallin'
Hopefully I land on both Jordan's
Get right back to the sky with another bong rip
Another broken celly maybe I should buy a phone clip
Stop it, I would never rock it
Like my wallets, my money and my rubbers all in my pockets
You already know what's in them Louie pouches
It's prescribed so I ride with at least a couple ounces
Never seen lions pouncin' on their prey
Real shit, that's how I approached the beat today
These, niggas is slippin', butterfingers going to the bar
Don't leave your broad you better bring her with you boy
Or you'll be filing a missing person report for her
Picture on a milk carton at the Krogers
Winn-Dixie or whoever your local grocery freezer
If I didn't think I would lose my account I would of U Streamed her
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back
Bad bitch in the passenger seat she twitstin' up a sack
I know this ain't the seventies, I'm feeling like the Mac
Goldie, you can't hold me from collecting these stacks
Full steam ahead, no time for looking back
While I was off you niggas was getting fat
It's my time boss I need parts of all that
If I ain't on my grind then what you call that
The Pledge (In & Out) lyrics - Curren$y
Ride Chevy wide-body cross the Bridge of Terabithia.
Skills I was born with but I can try teachin ya.
Drop gems from the clouds homie hope they reachin ya.
The one they turnin up their speakers for.
It's undeniable that I'm liable to own the world as I'm entitled fool.
Get it right all I need is a try or two.
If I was you I'd only do what I wanted to do,
And tell them other niggas kick rocks, yeah.
Park my jet at the end of the block
G-Shock matchin' my Argyle socks.
This year when the ball drop in my heart I knew
This was no time to let suckas knock me out for my loot.
Take me off of my roof. I'd be a damn fool I Mapquested it
It's right at my next exit, shit.
Catch my bread I'm right back in this shit.
Protect my neck homie only in myself do I invest.
Only in your hands does your fate really rest,
But you could leave it to another man be my guest.
Could never survive in my shoes homie not a step.
Cause I move with those of whom you are scared to death.
Sucka ass niggas ain't rappin that real.
Ya'll should be members of the Screen Actors Guild.
Bitches see their reflections when they look in my wheel,
But they never get to do it cause I can't keep still.
Pedal to the metal smell the rubber when I peel.
Before I get on the beat the beat write it's own will.
Trees in the grinder, the battles on chill.
Hand on your bitch had my mind on another mill, yeah. (Jets Fool)
Skills I was born with but I can try teachin ya.
Drop gems from the clouds homie hope they reachin ya.
The one they turnin up their speakers for.
It's undeniable that I'm liable to own the world as I'm entitled fool.
Get it right all I need is a try or two.
If I was you I'd only do what I wanted to do,
And tell them other niggas kick rocks, yeah.
Park my jet at the end of the block
G-Shock matchin' my Argyle socks.
This year when the ball drop in my heart I knew
This was no time to let suckas knock me out for my loot.
Take me off of my roof. I'd be a damn fool I Mapquested it
It's right at my next exit, shit.
Catch my bread I'm right back in this shit.
Protect my neck homie only in myself do I invest.
Only in your hands does your fate really rest,
But you could leave it to another man be my guest.
Could never survive in my shoes homie not a step.
Cause I move with those of whom you are scared to death.
Sucka ass niggas ain't rappin that real.
Ya'll should be members of the Screen Actors Guild.
Bitches see their reflections when they look in my wheel,
But they never get to do it cause I can't keep still.
Pedal to the metal smell the rubber when I peel.
Before I get on the beat the beat write it's own will.
Trees in the grinder, the battles on chill.
Hand on your bitch had my mind on another mill, yeah. (Jets Fool)
Burn An Ounce lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook:]
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
Gs up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit
Yeah
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
Gs up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit
Yeah
[Verse 1:]
Theme music quite fittin' cause my life is a movie
Bring ya bitch up to my roof, a barbecue and a jacuzzi
This is it
Standin' on the couch as every nigga and bitch that's around me glasses lift
They said we wouldn't do it but we did
Point proven
Muscle car collection, couple old ones couple new ones
Girls in all directions, couple fake ones couple true ones
Get confused in choosin' who from who so I misuse 'em
Run through like socks; one night then I'm out
I'll get another pair while I'm out
She doesn't listen for my horn, she wait to hear me flyin' over her house
Gulf-streams, Levi jeans, and Lamborghini dreams
Nothin' wedgin' in-between
Spitta rep for his team
JETS over everything
I'm a smoke a joint for Amalgam Digital
I already had the plane they fitted with the missiles though
Yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Belvedere vodka, lemonade, swimmin' in the same glass
Spitta keep it movin' like a NYC Easy-Pass
Though I blow it fast it's not easy cash
I work for it
Blood sweat tears, weed ashes in my shirt for it
And if I would of known then what I know
Years ago I would have been sittin' on nine-hundred and ninety-nine thou'
I grew fond of the dollar and its powers when I was a child
Hot Wheels, Match Box, cars, pretendin' to drive
Now I own the same whips in actual size
The essence of a dream when it is realised
I prophesized on my last tape, ya'll all lamed out
Didn't appreciate til eight more of them came out
Now I'm off the chain now
Turned the game out
When it's club night we bring the paper planes out
Call this here the gang out
I'm on the list pick my name out
[Hook]
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
Gs up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit
Yeah
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
Gs up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit
Yeah
[Verse 1:]
Theme music quite fittin' cause my life is a movie
Bring ya bitch up to my roof, a barbecue and a jacuzzi
This is it
Standin' on the couch as every nigga and bitch that's around me glasses lift
They said we wouldn't do it but we did
Point proven
Muscle car collection, couple old ones couple new ones
Girls in all directions, couple fake ones couple true ones
Get confused in choosin' who from who so I misuse 'em
Run through like socks; one night then I'm out
I'll get another pair while I'm out
She doesn't listen for my horn, she wait to hear me flyin' over her house
Gulf-streams, Levi jeans, and Lamborghini dreams
Nothin' wedgin' in-between
Spitta rep for his team
JETS over everything
I'm a smoke a joint for Amalgam Digital
I already had the plane they fitted with the missiles though
Yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Belvedere vodka, lemonade, swimmin' in the same glass
Spitta keep it movin' like a NYC Easy-Pass
Though I blow it fast it's not easy cash
I work for it
Blood sweat tears, weed ashes in my shirt for it
And if I would of known then what I know
Years ago I would have been sittin' on nine-hundred and ninety-nine thou'
I grew fond of the dollar and its powers when I was a child
Hot Wheels, Match Box, cars, pretendin' to drive
Now I own the same whips in actual size
The essence of a dream when it is realised
I prophesized on my last tape, ya'll all lamed out
Didn't appreciate til eight more of them came out
Now I'm off the chain now
Turned the game out
When it's club night we bring the paper planes out
Call this here the gang out
I'm on the list pick my name out
[Hook]
Bring Her Home lyrics - Curren$y
Me & my girl both highed up
In the stip club at the bar lining shots up
When this one bitch walk past us
Me & her eyes touched, hers & mine
In such a way I knew she was down to fuck
Yeah my girl caught me looking but she didn't spazz
In fact she even complimented on this bitch's ass
Uh, that got me thinkin like yeah
I wonder if she gonna be mad if I ask her
If I could bring this one bitch to the pad with us
Mentally envision all the fun we could have with her
Shawty licking me girl while I am smashing her in back of her
Mustered up the courage if I could actually
To get these lovely ladies wrestling in bed with me,
While my girl was looking at my face the whole time
And what she spoke it seemed as though she could read my mind
She sipped her wine & smiled, & asked if I was down for something wild
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I'm thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain't gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I'm thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain't gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
Yeah needless to say I accepted the challenge
Now it's me, my girl & this new bitch 3 deep in my rally spoke
Bout to swerve to the store for Trojans
Cause I rather spend 450 on Jordans instead of abortions
Made it to the crib
Pull up, Hop out
My Bitch grabbed our new bitch on the ass
Hot damn, watch out
Before I walked in cut the alarm off they was on the couch
I rolled up a joint, & said got damn ya'll gone leave me out
We proceeded to get weeded & freaky all simultaneous
My girl laughing at the faces this new bitch make while taking it
Everybody happy way past satisfactory
I didn't see this coming, we was having a nice little Saturday
Never know what your girl is thinking on the low
To think when she asked me to come to the strip club I almost said no
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I'm thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain't gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I'm thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain't gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
In the stip club at the bar lining shots up
When this one bitch walk past us
Me & her eyes touched, hers & mine
In such a way I knew she was down to fuck
Yeah my girl caught me looking but she didn't spazz
In fact she even complimented on this bitch's ass
Uh, that got me thinkin like yeah
I wonder if she gonna be mad if I ask her
If I could bring this one bitch to the pad with us
Mentally envision all the fun we could have with her
Shawty licking me girl while I am smashing her in back of her
Mustered up the courage if I could actually
To get these lovely ladies wrestling in bed with me,
While my girl was looking at my face the whole time
And what she spoke it seemed as though she could read my mind
She sipped her wine & smiled, & asked if I was down for something wild
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I'm thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain't gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I'm thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain't gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
Yeah needless to say I accepted the challenge
Now it's me, my girl & this new bitch 3 deep in my rally spoke
Bout to swerve to the store for Trojans
Cause I rather spend 450 on Jordans instead of abortions
Made it to the crib
Pull up, Hop out
My Bitch grabbed our new bitch on the ass
Hot damn, watch out
Before I walked in cut the alarm off they was on the couch
I rolled up a joint, & said got damn ya'll gone leave me out
We proceeded to get weeded & freaky all simultaneous
My girl laughing at the faces this new bitch make while taking it
Everybody happy way past satisfactory
I didn't see this coming, we was having a nice little Saturday
Never know what your girl is thinking on the low
To think when she asked me to come to the strip club I almost said no
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I'm thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain't gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I'm thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain't gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
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