[Verse 1 - Mac Miller:]
Motherfuckers thought they had it on lock
I tell them open the safe
A ho a ho, I put a ho in her place
They show me love all the time
Motherfucker it ain't nothin to rhyme
Got my tax bracket cracking filling W9's out
It's my house
I was in the pro's, you was only at the tryouts
Tell your coach to put your ass at timeout
It is what it is and it be what it be (oh yeah)
Pimpin' ain't easy, leave it to me (oh yeah)
Mommy, I don't need a ho, wonder why I keep her though
She got that bong-ba-bong-bong like how the speakers go
Kick it on the FIFA flow
We fucking with a Jedi, on my left side I got C-3PO
Do it big, keep it low, swear that I'm a genius though
Why I'm in line at the club like Emilio!
Sit at home, rich alone, Vic Damone, money talk
This is mine, get your own, this the fuckin' money shot
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Benz coupe, green Dickies suit
You lied if you say I ain't the truth at what I do
I stay high, halfway shut eyes when I came through
Comfortably dressed, it's the sultan of sweats
Boardin' the jet, on course to collect the check
Give these little boys somethin' to respect
You can be the man on somebody else set
No baby steps, I move like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
We tryna have right now and next, everybody eat
That's what I'm tryna see
Do it better than I done it homie
Don't just follow me, I'm not the one to try to be
I'm watching you too, I need you to inspire me
Fool this is true, I don't even lie down to sleep
No time, I take naps in-between flights
Even though it don't seem right, no sheets
Dollar signs all night in my sleep
Money shot
Drug Prescription lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
Yeah, yeah
Da da da da
Yeah
[Verse 1:]
On a mission to grab it, stash it
Kilos of gold bars, black car, plastic
Swipe a nigga life away, transactions, his wife stood by, gaspin'
Can't believe the shit happened
Now she grieving in the madness
When I ceased these little niggas is pulling triggers
And they clapping at the OG's, it ain't safe
Either is yours or Carlito's way still the same if its still a game
No love thang, just slugs, what up man?
Hustlin' to avoid our strugglin'
As soon as it goes from nothin' to stuntin'
Ferrari's parked, leave 'em covered 'til the summer
Bring 'em out when I really feel like I gotta kill something
It feel like she comin' when she seen a real nigga come up
Just knowin' I can have her
I ain't really gotta fuck her, ask her new cuttin'
Mind sex, offset on my dune buggies, I progress forward
Motions stay goin', you can tell them hoes rollin'
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
[Hook:]
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it [x5]
Like a doctor or the phantom of the opera
[Verse 2:]
Though I'm not in the phantom I'm probably in my low rider
Drivin' 'em cause I got 'em all options, chrome bottoms
Interior imperial, shit be fit for emperors
She be tryin' to kick it like a ninja bitch
My homies finna flip her like a half a brick
These other rappers out ain't half as sick
All that half-ass shit will get your ho ass whipped
Shots are losses, not accepted by bosses
I can tell you don't be up here often cause your eyes waterin'
You coughin', that gas I got'll have you nauseous
You lost in the midst of this the real shit
Big fish, shark tank
Don't get bit nigga get bank
Get you and get the fuck out the game
Take advice from niggas who survived and maintained by doing the same thing
Then you twist your shit and carry on man
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
[Hook]
Yeah, yeah
Da da da da
Yeah
[Verse 1:]
On a mission to grab it, stash it
Kilos of gold bars, black car, plastic
Swipe a nigga life away, transactions, his wife stood by, gaspin'
Can't believe the shit happened
Now she grieving in the madness
When I ceased these little niggas is pulling triggers
And they clapping at the OG's, it ain't safe
Either is yours or Carlito's way still the same if its still a game
No love thang, just slugs, what up man?
Hustlin' to avoid our strugglin'
As soon as it goes from nothin' to stuntin'
Ferrari's parked, leave 'em covered 'til the summer
Bring 'em out when I really feel like I gotta kill something
It feel like she comin' when she seen a real nigga come up
Just knowin' I can have her
I ain't really gotta fuck her, ask her new cuttin'
Mind sex, offset on my dune buggies, I progress forward
Motions stay goin', you can tell them hoes rollin'
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
[Hook:]
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it [x5]
Like a doctor or the phantom of the opera
[Verse 2:]
Though I'm not in the phantom I'm probably in my low rider
Drivin' 'em cause I got 'em all options, chrome bottoms
Interior imperial, shit be fit for emperors
She be tryin' to kick it like a ninja bitch
My homies finna flip her like a half a brick
These other rappers out ain't half as sick
All that half-ass shit will get your ho ass whipped
Shots are losses, not accepted by bosses
I can tell you don't be up here often cause your eyes waterin'
You coughin', that gas I got'll have you nauseous
You lost in the midst of this the real shit
Big fish, shark tank
Don't get bit nigga get bank
Get you and get the fuck out the game
Take advice from niggas who survived and maintained by doing the same thing
Then you twist your shit and carry on man
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
Drug prescriptions, got 'em open, I'm the one who wrote it
[Hook]
Callin lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
La-La-la-la
Me and Rich in here at 2 o'clock in the morning
More Saturday Night Tunes
You ironing your motherfuckin' leather sweat pants for the club
[Verse 1:]
Outside like Tommy Buns
Four in the morning
I'm about to blow the horn
Hurry ya ass up homeboy - it's on
Can't get passed up
Are you cashed up enough to weather the storm?
That shit coming I know
That shit coming for sure
Some look it right in the eye
Some niggas run for the door
I'm prepaired so I'm a stay right here
Front porch OG rocking chair
Putting that fucking doja in the air
Those cannot compare
Your flow's not rare
Run of the mill
You can find that anywhere
But this shit right here
Get in your ears quickly
Fiending you out
You'll be customer of the year now
Bitches want to date
Cause her man always hate
Saying my name everyday
Now she wanna know how it taste
I'm in here rapping making up these tapes
Like I be wrapping up the weight
Razor blade scrape lines
Clean the whole plate
Ma' say your grace
[Hook]
Calling them hoes bitches
And smoking my weed up
Ten toes down I'm a stay g'd up
Calling them hoes bitches
And smoking my weed up
Throw the set
Whenever you see us
Calling them hoes bitches
And smoking my weed up
Ten toes down I'm a stay g'd up
Calling them hoes bitches
And smoking my weed up
[Verse 2:]
Miami Vice on mute
Weed lit, killer beats on loop
Repeat this until I step into the booth
Laying something new
And then I'm in that old school
When the session through
From the grower, directly to you
I got so many styles it be hard to choose
Rather to just lay 'em
Or just save 'em for later
Cause niggas be waiting
For a chance to steal your sound
And then pretend to be the originator
Fake it till they make it
Bogus jewelry - fool, you just gold plated
My Chevy heavy, so is my bracelet
Not complacent, rather impatient
Can't be waiting on that paper
I'm a have to chase it
Though it's mad evasive
Spin move, juke and shaking
Choosing to get in this hustle
Could make you or break you
Or just make you crazy
Or make you major
And take you places
It's all on how you play it
Just how any game is
[Hook x2]
La-La-la-la
Me and Rich in here at 2 o'clock in the morning
More Saturday Night Tunes
You ironing your motherfuckin' leather sweat pants for the club
[Verse 1:]
Outside like Tommy Buns
Four in the morning
I'm about to blow the horn
Hurry ya ass up homeboy - it's on
Can't get passed up
Are you cashed up enough to weather the storm?
That shit coming I know
That shit coming for sure
Some look it right in the eye
Some niggas run for the door
I'm prepaired so I'm a stay right here
Front porch OG rocking chair
Putting that fucking doja in the air
Those cannot compare
Your flow's not rare
Run of the mill
You can find that anywhere
But this shit right here
Get in your ears quickly
Fiending you out
You'll be customer of the year now
Bitches want to date
Cause her man always hate
Saying my name everyday
Now she wanna know how it taste
I'm in here rapping making up these tapes
Like I be wrapping up the weight
Razor blade scrape lines
Clean the whole plate
Ma' say your grace
[Hook]
Calling them hoes bitches
And smoking my weed up
Ten toes down I'm a stay g'd up
Calling them hoes bitches
And smoking my weed up
Throw the set
Whenever you see us
Calling them hoes bitches
And smoking my weed up
Ten toes down I'm a stay g'd up
Calling them hoes bitches
And smoking my weed up
[Verse 2:]
Miami Vice on mute
Weed lit, killer beats on loop
Repeat this until I step into the booth
Laying something new
And then I'm in that old school
When the session through
From the grower, directly to you
I got so many styles it be hard to choose
Rather to just lay 'em
Or just save 'em for later
Cause niggas be waiting
For a chance to steal your sound
And then pretend to be the originator
Fake it till they make it
Bogus jewelry - fool, you just gold plated
My Chevy heavy, so is my bracelet
Not complacent, rather impatient
Can't be waiting on that paper
I'm a have to chase it
Though it's mad evasive
Spin move, juke and shaking
Choosing to get in this hustle
Could make you or break you
Or just make you crazy
Or make you major
And take you places
It's all on how you play it
Just how any game is
[Hook x2]
Terrace lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I seen't it all from my terrace [repeat]
Seen't it all from the terrace [repeat]
I took yo girl to my terrace
She took me round the world on my terrace
She was abducted by a terrorist, yeah that's if we let you tell it
She on some JetLife embitterment, she know that's gas she can smell if it's kill
She naked french inhaling shit, I'm 50 floors up nailing it
You tryna search through her emails and shit, soon as she text me she erase that shit
She like them cars we be racing in, that paper we be racking in, like leaves
She be like "don't leave please", I be like "bitch please, how else I'm gone make it?" Shit
[Hook:]
Seen't it all from the terrace [repeat]
Seen it all from the terrace [repeat]
Seen it all from the terrace
My brother ordered your murder from my terrace
I signed a major label merger on my terrace
I seen't it all from the terrace
Seen't it all from the terrace
Seen't it all from my terrace
In the suit with the wrap around terrace sweet view, but ain't nothing sweet fool let me tell ya
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Now you can wait around forever, for a muhfucka to help ya
Or pursue your own endeavors, 'til you sittin' in a room full cheddar
Count that money stop BS'ing, lose your chance second guessing
Or half stepping I'm takin lessons in money stretching from the best ones, game preaching straight blessings
Wait until I pull my next one, make the Lufthansa Heist look like amateur night tryna bet some
Laid it down make it real, prize behind closed doors let's make a deal choose one
My style give that bitch chills, goosebumps
I seen't it all from my terrace [repeat]
Seen't it all from the terrace [repeat]
I took yo girl to my terrace
She took me round the world on my terrace
She was abducted by a terrorist, yeah that's if we let you tell it
She on some JetLife embitterment, she know that's gas she can smell if it's kill
She naked french inhaling shit, I'm 50 floors up nailing it
You tryna search through her emails and shit, soon as she text me she erase that shit
She like them cars we be racing in, that paper we be racking in, like leaves
She be like "don't leave please", I be like "bitch please, how else I'm gone make it?" Shit
[Hook:]
Seen't it all from the terrace [repeat]
Seen it all from the terrace [repeat]
Seen it all from the terrace
My brother ordered your murder from my terrace
I signed a major label merger on my terrace
I seen't it all from the terrace
Seen't it all from the terrace
Seen't it all from my terrace
In the suit with the wrap around terrace sweet view, but ain't nothing sweet fool let me tell ya
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Now you can wait around forever, for a muhfucka to help ya
Or pursue your own endeavors, 'til you sittin' in a room full cheddar
Count that money stop BS'ing, lose your chance second guessing
Or half stepping I'm takin lessons in money stretching from the best ones, game preaching straight blessings
Wait until I pull my next one, make the Lufthansa Heist look like amateur night tryna bet some
Laid it down make it real, prize behind closed doors let's make a deal choose one
My style give that bitch chills, goosebumps
10 G's (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Birdman & Gunplay)
[Intro - Curren$y:]
Let's all be millionaires
[Hook x8 - Curren$y:]
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I'm still at it, they still mad
Her friends hated, but I still smashed
She went braggin' how much fun she had
And now them hoes wanna roll, but that jet done passed
Steak and shrimp on the plane 'til it's 'bout to land
Learn to correctly say the name of where I really am
Buyin' antiques, foreign lamps
Passport, stamps on every page
Old head paper like Zig-Zags, bitch I've been paid
New Benjamins, Raw wraps, cones to the dome
Lone Ranger park the Range on the range
Countin' twenty G's in my D-boy stance
Rap like keys, open vaults to the racks
Niggas like me want all of that, and some mo' of that
Go on and show me where they store it at (go on)
Let's all be millionaires
I heard they got a whole lot of shit in there
[Hook x8 - Curren$y]
[Verse 2 - Birdman:]
Hundred G's on one block, gave straps, go move blocks
We move blocks on one block
I told my nigga we close shop
'89 we came through, that triple beam, we weigh it through
Nigga wanna play games, nigga
We size 'em up when we come through
Them thangs came, we did that
They say, we did that
Came down from H-Town, I told a nigga we moved that
Uptown my block, nigga
We came through, straight stock, nigga
People came, we popped, nigga
Ain't nothin' came from gettin' money
We did that
Catch me stuntin', nigga, every time, so we live this
Top floor, we grind, nigga
When I stunt, nigga, we shine, nigga
It's big money all the time, nigga
It's my life, big time, nigga
New whips, new bitches, nigga
Got that forty with the clip, nigga
Mill on my mind, nigga
Fuck 'em nigga headline, nigga
[Bridge - Curren$y:]
Let's all be millionaires
[Hook x8 - Curren$y]
[Verse 3 - Gunplay:]
I can take nothin', turn it to stuntin'
I do it for ya'll, cause ya'll thought that I couldn't
Told my momma we made it, she said you finally famous
She say that's a blessing, knowing how cut-throat this game is
Turn a five to a ten, a ten to a Benz
Turned one crack rock into a neck full of gems
Had no choices or options, forced to be great
When you walk amongst bosses, hope you relate
Grew up poorer than most, nigga had no bread
But I was holdin' my toast, my back touchin' my ribs
Had to get it, by any means, necessary
Never scary, goin' hard like I won't be ever buried
Boxed in these projects, never felt my palm itch
Niggas lifes cut short by these long clips
How I made it out, still a mystery
Cause Lord knows (how treacherous these mean streets can be)
[Hook x8 - Curren$y]
Let's all be millionaires
[Hook x8 - Curren$y:]
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I'm still at it, they still mad
Her friends hated, but I still smashed
She went braggin' how much fun she had
And now them hoes wanna roll, but that jet done passed
Steak and shrimp on the plane 'til it's 'bout to land
Learn to correctly say the name of where I really am
Buyin' antiques, foreign lamps
Passport, stamps on every page
Old head paper like Zig-Zags, bitch I've been paid
New Benjamins, Raw wraps, cones to the dome
Lone Ranger park the Range on the range
Countin' twenty G's in my D-boy stance
Rap like keys, open vaults to the racks
Niggas like me want all of that, and some mo' of that
Go on and show me where they store it at (go on)
Let's all be millionaires
I heard they got a whole lot of shit in there
[Hook x8 - Curren$y]
[Verse 2 - Birdman:]
Hundred G's on one block, gave straps, go move blocks
We move blocks on one block
I told my nigga we close shop
'89 we came through, that triple beam, we weigh it through
Nigga wanna play games, nigga
We size 'em up when we come through
Them thangs came, we did that
They say, we did that
Came down from H-Town, I told a nigga we moved that
Uptown my block, nigga
We came through, straight stock, nigga
People came, we popped, nigga
Ain't nothin' came from gettin' money
We did that
Catch me stuntin', nigga, every time, so we live this
Top floor, we grind, nigga
When I stunt, nigga, we shine, nigga
It's big money all the time, nigga
It's my life, big time, nigga
New whips, new bitches, nigga
Got that forty with the clip, nigga
Mill on my mind, nigga
Fuck 'em nigga headline, nigga
[Bridge - Curren$y:]
Let's all be millionaires
[Hook x8 - Curren$y]
[Verse 3 - Gunplay:]
I can take nothin', turn it to stuntin'
I do it for ya'll, cause ya'll thought that I couldn't
Told my momma we made it, she said you finally famous
She say that's a blessing, knowing how cut-throat this game is
Turn a five to a ten, a ten to a Benz
Turned one crack rock into a neck full of gems
Had no choices or options, forced to be great
When you walk amongst bosses, hope you relate
Grew up poorer than most, nigga had no bread
But I was holdin' my toast, my back touchin' my ribs
Had to get it, by any means, necessary
Never scary, goin' hard like I won't be ever buried
Boxed in these projects, never felt my palm itch
Niggas lifes cut short by these long clips
How I made it out, still a mystery
Cause Lord knows (how treacherous these mean streets can be)
[Hook x8 - Curren$y]
House Shoes lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook:]
Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes
Right in front yo' bitch
Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes
And she think I'm the shit
Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes
Right in front yo'
Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes
And she think I'm the
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
The boy so clean he sweat Febreze
Killa whip turn strips to murder scenes
Niggas is sick kick game quarantine
Coke flow ink pen Medellin
I was sixteen with a dream to come up big
Keeping it 100 and I've done it
It's the king of the underground summer
New Orleans where I come from
Smoking one while rolling from the onion
I start my motor and yo' children think its thunderin'
Running, stumbling over one another
Come and chop game with me I'm your rich uncle
I keep it funky
Good money all the way
A1 How I'm stuntin'
Make way for them cascade rings
As I swang lane to lane
Naughty wood grain
What you know about thangs
[Bridge:]
Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes
Right in front yo' bitch
Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes
La la da la la
Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes
Right in front yo' bitch
Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes
And she think I'm the shit
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Ain't cut my hair didn't shave my face in thousand days
But them bitches ain't judging still trying to play
Still trying to stay in my house with an apron on over the oven
Chef it, have it ready when I step in
Jet shit you could learn your lesson
Getting ahead of yourself skipping levels
Tried to tell'em 'fore they fell in
Now I can't reach'em lord help'em
La la da la la
Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes
Right in front yo' bitch
Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes
And she think I'm the shit
Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes
Right in front yo'
Jumping out a Bentley in some house shoes
And she think I'm the
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
The boy so clean he sweat Febreze
Killa whip turn strips to murder scenes
Niggas is sick kick game quarantine
Coke flow ink pen Medellin
I was sixteen with a dream to come up big
Keeping it 100 and I've done it
It's the king of the underground summer
New Orleans where I come from
Smoking one while rolling from the onion
I start my motor and yo' children think its thunderin'
Running, stumbling over one another
Come and chop game with me I'm your rich uncle
I keep it funky
Good money all the way
A1 How I'm stuntin'
Make way for them cascade rings
As I swang lane to lane
Naughty wood grain
What you know about thangs
[Bridge:]
Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes
Right in front yo' bitch
Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes
La la da la la
Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes
Right in front yo' bitch
Jumping out ah Bentley in some house shoes
And she think I'm the shit
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Ain't cut my hair didn't shave my face in thousand days
But them bitches ain't judging still trying to play
Still trying to stay in my house with an apron on over the oven
Chef it, have it ready when I step in
Jet shit you could learn your lesson
Getting ahead of yourself skipping levels
Tried to tell'em 'fore they fell in
Now I can't reach'em lord help'em
La la da la la
Nights Like This lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro]
[Hook:]
Nights like This I Wish
To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch
In the city burning killer with a bitch
Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit [x2]
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I'm
Creeping up on ya' bending corners
That reefer aroma, strong as ammonia
But we keep it on us
Niggas is no longer important
You had your moment
But we still smoking
Season is open on duck ass niggas who don't know what the code is
If the g's brung' you up then you would have known this
Now witness the coldest
Now I'm rolling my own shit
Ownership, owning this, owning that
Park them cars in the back cause them hoes know your whip
Identified by what you drive
The streets don't have a face but it has ears and eyes
And sharp muhfuking teeth it will eat your ass alive
Living dangerously high this hustle is a drug
This game is a bitch the only one I love
[Verse 2 - Rich Boy:]
Yup, yup. I'm in a stupid clean Chevy, whole top glassed out
Me & Spitta hopped off in a super sport & smashed out
Catch me on the next flight, high, living that Jet Life
My pockets got an appetite that make the pussy pop tonight
Loud pack bought a pound at the Jet Lounge
Hater running all about my trunk shaking the whole ground
I'm in the city, burning killa with a bitch
Drop the top & make a wish, roll it up & get them chips
Big wheels, deep dish, painted with the chrome lip
Purple, what I pour sip, shake that ass & make it flip
Wasn't for them dollars, big paper, burning wheels
She took it all off, everything except them heels
I got a pint & I'm bout to pop the seal off it
She like that action, I'm a pass around & let her toss it
Now what you know about the classics with the motor in it?
454's, Superchargers with rubber spinning
Pimp tight, dirty Sprite, LED headlights
The way she bounce it up & down, be outta sight
Burning paper, back to back, on that foreign smoke
We taking off, so take a seat, now have a toast
Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm a ball & I'm a score
I'm a get that dough & after that I'm a fuck a ho
Put me in the game, let me show you how to do this shit
Diamonds gripping up against wheel when I hit the strip [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Tiny C:]
Uh, Oh Gees Niggas ain't Fucking With My Team
I made It past 25 so I'm a OG
Once I Clear a Million Dollars I'm Pass The Blow the Whole P
Ridin' Brand New Seats still covered in Plastic
Rims with the beat I call that a Mix and Master
Closer too my dreams when they come to getting Gwopale
Bet that I throw it, you can hear me from a block away
4-12's in the trunk, got the chevy beating stupid
Thinking should I Four door it today or should I coupé it
New or old school it
The Homies in the Hood say I be fooling
Three Eighty Three stroker on gangsters I be moving
Posi-Pazzi in the rear equipped with the dual exhaust
Pull up on me at the Lights and you gone take a Loss
Cause where I come from its Survival of the Fittest
Long Beach, East Side all I move with is Hittas
[Hook]
[Hook:]
Nights like This I Wish
To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch
In the city burning killer with a bitch
Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit [x2]
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I'm
Creeping up on ya' bending corners
That reefer aroma, strong as ammonia
But we keep it on us
Niggas is no longer important
You had your moment
But we still smoking
Season is open on duck ass niggas who don't know what the code is
If the g's brung' you up then you would have known this
Now witness the coldest
Now I'm rolling my own shit
Ownership, owning this, owning that
Park them cars in the back cause them hoes know your whip
Identified by what you drive
The streets don't have a face but it has ears and eyes
And sharp muhfuking teeth it will eat your ass alive
Living dangerously high this hustle is a drug
This game is a bitch the only one I love
[Verse 2 - Rich Boy:]
Yup, yup. I'm in a stupid clean Chevy, whole top glassed out
Me & Spitta hopped off in a super sport & smashed out
Catch me on the next flight, high, living that Jet Life
My pockets got an appetite that make the pussy pop tonight
Loud pack bought a pound at the Jet Lounge
Hater running all about my trunk shaking the whole ground
I'm in the city, burning killa with a bitch
Drop the top & make a wish, roll it up & get them chips
Big wheels, deep dish, painted with the chrome lip
Purple, what I pour sip, shake that ass & make it flip
Wasn't for them dollars, big paper, burning wheels
She took it all off, everything except them heels
I got a pint & I'm bout to pop the seal off it
She like that action, I'm a pass around & let her toss it
Now what you know about the classics with the motor in it?
454's, Superchargers with rubber spinning
Pimp tight, dirty Sprite, LED headlights
The way she bounce it up & down, be outta sight
Burning paper, back to back, on that foreign smoke
We taking off, so take a seat, now have a toast
Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm a ball & I'm a score
I'm a get that dough & after that I'm a fuck a ho
Put me in the game, let me show you how to do this shit
Diamonds gripping up against wheel when I hit the strip [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Tiny C:]
Uh, Oh Gees Niggas ain't Fucking With My Team
I made It past 25 so I'm a OG
Once I Clear a Million Dollars I'm Pass The Blow the Whole P
Ridin' Brand New Seats still covered in Plastic
Rims with the beat I call that a Mix and Master
Closer too my dreams when they come to getting Gwopale
Bet that I throw it, you can hear me from a block away
4-12's in the trunk, got the chevy beating stupid
Thinking should I Four door it today or should I coupé it
New or old school it
The Homies in the Hood say I be fooling
Three Eighty Three stroker on gangsters I be moving
Posi-Pazzi in the rear equipped with the dual exhaust
Pull up on me at the Lights and you gone take a Loss
Cause where I come from its Survival of the Fittest
Long Beach, East Side all I move with is Hittas
[Hook]
Just Might Be lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
Just might be
Just might be, just might be
Just might be Pilot Talk 3
Nigga
[Verse 1:]
Niggas thought I was sleep
Cause of how far I laid back my seat
But I could see through rain, snow, and sleet
The sunshine, it's son time
Music industry lunchline
I been standing in that mufucka for a long time tryna eat
Full tray, extra jello, vintage mistress
French vanilla, Ferrari Maranello
[Hook:]
This just might be
This just might be
This just might be Pilot Talk 3
[Verse 2:]
Low mileage, high driving
Know they waiting for a drug lord to hop out it
Waiting for the moment we can stop browsing, start clowning
Cop it all, tear the walls out it
Fucking shawty got it
Correct amount of dollars I be all about it
Professional cheffer, audio narcotics
Guarantee the quality of all my products
Astrology, see all the stars around us
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Back over the stove cause they want some mo'
Sleeping outside for it like they waiting on Jordans
I can't afford to not record
Bring it on tour, perform that shit through a cordless
Landscapers on my property well paid
Pulling off the compound in droptop Porsches
Remembering haircuts on front porches
Telling my older homies that the whole world was waiting on me
[Hook]
Just might be
Just might be, just might be
Just might be Pilot Talk 3
Nigga
[Verse 1:]
Niggas thought I was sleep
Cause of how far I laid back my seat
But I could see through rain, snow, and sleet
The sunshine, it's son time
Music industry lunchline
I been standing in that mufucka for a long time tryna eat
Full tray, extra jello, vintage mistress
French vanilla, Ferrari Maranello
[Hook:]
This just might be
This just might be
This just might be Pilot Talk 3
[Verse 2:]
Low mileage, high driving
Know they waiting for a drug lord to hop out it
Waiting for the moment we can stop browsing, start clowning
Cop it all, tear the walls out it
Fucking shawty got it
Correct amount of dollars I be all about it
Professional cheffer, audio narcotics
Guarantee the quality of all my products
Astrology, see all the stars around us
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Back over the stove cause they want some mo'
Sleeping outside for it like they waiting on Jordans
I can't afford to not record
Bring it on tour, perform that shit through a cordless
Landscapers on my property well paid
Pulling off the compound in droptop Porsches
Remembering haircuts on front porches
Telling my older homies that the whole world was waiting on me
[Hook]
Music N History lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse:]
Real estate skating on Daytons, glasshouse
Church like the congregation
Smoke one for the paper chasers, run it down
Count it up, everybody get a cut
Organized rhyme syndicate, shipping it 'cross seas
Boss keys start boss cars
Sedan like Star Wars
Low riders with the color bars, garage priceless
High as I get, it's surprising that I ever get to drive 'em
This joint I lit'll cost you a hundred dollars
We roll 'em up back to back, no problem
Hella options, haters watching
Plotting on the riches but the snipers caught 'em
At the fences, smoking killer in the trenches
It's a war going on in the streets said many
And you ain't gotta walk out ya crib to step in it
[Outro x2:]
Shit wicked, deserve a documentary
How we made money, made music, made history
Real estate skating on Daytons, glasshouse
Church like the congregation
Smoke one for the paper chasers, run it down
Count it up, everybody get a cut
Organized rhyme syndicate, shipping it 'cross seas
Boss keys start boss cars
Sedan like Star Wars
Low riders with the color bars, garage priceless
High as I get, it's surprising that I ever get to drive 'em
This joint I lit'll cost you a hundred dollars
We roll 'em up back to back, no problem
Hella options, haters watching
Plotting on the riches but the snipers caught 'em
At the fences, smoking killer in the trenches
It's a war going on in the streets said many
And you ain't gotta walk out ya crib to step in it
[Outro x2:]
Shit wicked, deserve a documentary
How we made money, made music, made history
Dojo lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
[Intro - Wiz Khalifa:]
Aye aye aye aye
[Hook:]
We cop from the weed spot
We don't duck when we see cops
We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out
No time for the stress, I just keep on going
We cop from the weed spot
We don't duck when we see cops
We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out
No time for the stress, I just keep going
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh, I tell ya what nigga, I neva' gave a fuck, nigga
Less it was paying us, nigga
Back when we was in the cut
And not everybody was fuckin' with us
Knew we'd do it just how we did it
Split the pie right down the middle
Smokin' at the pound got that killa continuous
The grind we on strenuous
But we too far in this shit to consider quitting, bitch
Reminiscent of that Southernplayalistic disc
The Cadillacs of raps, the Vogue tires of rhymers
Classic smooth like Joe Dumars, Isaiah Thomas, watch us
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, either you in or you in
My niggas destined to win, be there beginning to end
Getting money with my genuine friends
This shit get strenuous
How the fuck ya roll with us now but you ain't been with us?
Held my brother down, back then we was creating nigga style
How to get yo money, how to live right
How to treat yo hoes, how to spend ya time
And how to catch a plane, nigga, how fly
I got it tattooed in my skin
Ain't nothin' change 'cept the way the money fold
You cop the zip, I'm a roll
Nigga, we gon' split the whole zone
And take some bitches to the honeycomb aye!
Ha ha ha
[Hook]
Aye aye aye aye
[Hook:]
We cop from the weed spot
We don't duck when we see cops
We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out
No time for the stress, I just keep on going
We cop from the weed spot
We don't duck when we see cops
We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out
No time for the stress, I just keep going
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh, I tell ya what nigga, I neva' gave a fuck, nigga
Less it was paying us, nigga
Back when we was in the cut
And not everybody was fuckin' with us
Knew we'd do it just how we did it
Split the pie right down the middle
Smokin' at the pound got that killa continuous
The grind we on strenuous
But we too far in this shit to consider quitting, bitch
Reminiscent of that Southernplayalistic disc
The Cadillacs of raps, the Vogue tires of rhymers
Classic smooth like Joe Dumars, Isaiah Thomas, watch us
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, either you in or you in
My niggas destined to win, be there beginning to end
Getting money with my genuine friends
This shit get strenuous
How the fuck ya roll with us now but you ain't been with us?
Held my brother down, back then we was creating nigga style
How to get yo money, how to live right
How to treat yo hoes, how to spend ya time
And how to catch a plane, nigga, how fly
I got it tattooed in my skin
Ain't nothin' change 'cept the way the money fold
You cop the zip, I'm a roll
Nigga, we gon' split the whole zone
And take some bitches to the honeycomb aye!
Ha ha ha
[Hook]
Introduction lyrics - Curren$y
[Drive-In:]
Please remember to replace the speaker on the post when you leave the theatre..
[Verse:]
Superpotent smoker
Francis Ford Coppola
Godfather Four
Impala on the floor
With my homie Young Hogg
He just flew to the N.O
To check on his homie
And roll up some funky
When he landed, I had a passenger
Type chunky, by the ass
Slim waist, smoking on that gas
With no time to waist, I'm talking two seconds flat
We on this thin stakes skating with the roof in the back
Now Who Dat
I met her, leave it blue-black
She like, "why you do that?"
She like how I do that
Want to know when I'm due back
Can't harness the lightning
Or predict when it's striking
Adjust the lighting
Your boy in here writing
The man I'm supplying
I'm the man, providing
Enlightenment, with what I'm saying
At night I'm in a different car, than what you saw me today in
22 inch blades in every available upgrade
Come at me and be upstaged
I've heard better raps read off page
From my cousin, he in the 4th grade
So I don't know how some of these suckers is getting paid
But that shit don't bump in no trunks around my way, shit junk
Your engineer should've told you that from jump
But he was just tryna get paid, cover the bills for the month
So as long as you pay him for time, drop all the whack rhymes you want
[The Godfather 2:]
[Tom:] Mike, that's impossible
[Michael:] It's not impossible. Nothing's impossible
[Micheal:] If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything, it's that you can kill anyone
[Tom:] Are they worth it? I mean you've won...you want to wipe everybody out [?]
[Micheal:] I don't feel I have to wipe everybody out, Tom. Just my enemies, that's all
[Drive-In:]
We happy to have you with us, we hope that you will enjoy every minutes of your staying.
While you relax and stretch, [?] where you'll find something to... there's ice cold drinks, delicious sandwiches, ice creams, coffee as next...
[The Godfather 1:]
[Don Corleone:] Your business is a little dangerous
[Sollozzo:] If you're worried about security, will guarantee it
[Sonny:] Whoa, now, you're telling me that the Tattaglias guarantee our investment...?
[Don Corleone:] I have a sentimental weakness for my children and I spoil them, as you can see. They talk when they should listen
Please remember to replace the speaker on the post when you leave the theatre..
[Verse:]
Superpotent smoker
Francis Ford Coppola
Godfather Four
Impala on the floor
With my homie Young Hogg
He just flew to the N.O
To check on his homie
And roll up some funky
When he landed, I had a passenger
Type chunky, by the ass
Slim waist, smoking on that gas
With no time to waist, I'm talking two seconds flat
We on this thin stakes skating with the roof in the back
Now Who Dat
I met her, leave it blue-black
She like, "why you do that?"
She like how I do that
Want to know when I'm due back
Can't harness the lightning
Or predict when it's striking
Adjust the lighting
Your boy in here writing
The man I'm supplying
I'm the man, providing
Enlightenment, with what I'm saying
At night I'm in a different car, than what you saw me today in
22 inch blades in every available upgrade
Come at me and be upstaged
I've heard better raps read off page
From my cousin, he in the 4th grade
So I don't know how some of these suckers is getting paid
But that shit don't bump in no trunks around my way, shit junk
Your engineer should've told you that from jump
But he was just tryna get paid, cover the bills for the month
So as long as you pay him for time, drop all the whack rhymes you want
[The Godfather 2:]
[Tom:] Mike, that's impossible
[Michael:] It's not impossible. Nothing's impossible
[Micheal:] If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything, it's that you can kill anyone
[Tom:] Are they worth it? I mean you've won...you want to wipe everybody out [?]
[Micheal:] I don't feel I have to wipe everybody out, Tom. Just my enemies, that's all
[Drive-In:]
We happy to have you with us, we hope that you will enjoy every minutes of your staying.
While you relax and stretch, [?] where you'll find something to... there's ice cold drinks, delicious sandwiches, ice creams, coffee as next...
[The Godfather 1:]
[Don Corleone:] Your business is a little dangerous
[Sollozzo:] If you're worried about security, will guarantee it
[Sonny:] Whoa, now, you're telling me that the Tattaglias guarantee our investment...?
[Don Corleone:] I have a sentimental weakness for my children and I spoil them, as you can see. They talk when they should listen
Godfather 4 lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Action Bronson)
[Intro: Curren$y]
(Fatality, fatality)
Drive-In Theatre
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Before the curtains drawn, we was getting it on
'til day turn dark and dusk becomes dawn
Wiping my cars off, putting my jewels on
My pinkie ring show and prove who's the true Don
We making moves that make the news
They tryna make movies about it, but we ain't even stop yet
This hustle still in progress due to do process
Coupes like jets, fly through sets
Bulging pockets on my sweats from collecting side bets
Nigga I rap like I can't drive, ho, so buckle your belts
Technology stealth, quality reputation intact
Cause I kept it so trill with myself
And the streets never fronted, everything one hunnit
A couple haters hating but fuck it you gotta love it
Make sure all the bases covered, every slice of bread buttered
Keep the safe flooded, easy bake oven, cakes coming
Pretty bitch who know what's up but won't say nothing
Keep the boat afloat, loose lips
Get your feet tied to the bricks, facetime with the fish
This is Godfather 4, shit sick like swine flu
Sore throat, runny eyes, bloody nose
Coke loads tossed from the boat
Frog man bring it in, operation battle toad
Code name, cold game, Coltrane in my Ghost, let me roll
[Hook]
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Ceiling solid gold, Italian marble floors
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
The topic major dough behind closed doors
Suckas will never know, Godfather 4
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yeah, it's me, 2 tons of copper wire from construction sites
A rack of minks, pure gold Iraqi links
Tangled in my taco meat, I bought my son's team
Soccer cleats, elevated visions from the chopper seat
Rims spin just like spaghetti on the pasta fork
Billy Crystal kissed my cheek before the Oscars
He said "It was my pleasure," I said "Don't touch my leather"
Then I hopped a flight to Denver, later that night
They taking pictures from the van outside the carnival
See me doing business with the manager of Arsenal
The goalie's fingers in the box with the cannolis
It's Christmas time, I bought the Kobes for the little homies
Pictures with the jockey in the winners circle
Triple crown on, all brown on
Suddenly my frown's gone, Dog Pound Don
Quarter-pounder with no sound on, cleaner than Calgon
Ah man, Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Johnny gotta go, Johnny gotta go
Fly Larry in at 2 and then he's gone by 4
Cause Johnny's gotta go, it's Godfather 4
(Fatality, fatality)
Drive-In Theatre
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Before the curtains drawn, we was getting it on
'til day turn dark and dusk becomes dawn
Wiping my cars off, putting my jewels on
My pinkie ring show and prove who's the true Don
We making moves that make the news
They tryna make movies about it, but we ain't even stop yet
This hustle still in progress due to do process
Coupes like jets, fly through sets
Bulging pockets on my sweats from collecting side bets
Nigga I rap like I can't drive, ho, so buckle your belts
Technology stealth, quality reputation intact
Cause I kept it so trill with myself
And the streets never fronted, everything one hunnit
A couple haters hating but fuck it you gotta love it
Make sure all the bases covered, every slice of bread buttered
Keep the safe flooded, easy bake oven, cakes coming
Pretty bitch who know what's up but won't say nothing
Keep the boat afloat, loose lips
Get your feet tied to the bricks, facetime with the fish
This is Godfather 4, shit sick like swine flu
Sore throat, runny eyes, bloody nose
Coke loads tossed from the boat
Frog man bring it in, operation battle toad
Code name, cold game, Coltrane in my Ghost, let me roll
[Hook]
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Ceiling solid gold, Italian marble floors
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
The topic major dough behind closed doors
Suckas will never know, Godfather 4
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yeah, it's me, 2 tons of copper wire from construction sites
A rack of minks, pure gold Iraqi links
Tangled in my taco meat, I bought my son's team
Soccer cleats, elevated visions from the chopper seat
Rims spin just like spaghetti on the pasta fork
Billy Crystal kissed my cheek before the Oscars
He said "It was my pleasure," I said "Don't touch my leather"
Then I hopped a flight to Denver, later that night
They taking pictures from the van outside the carnival
See me doing business with the manager of Arsenal
The goalie's fingers in the box with the cannolis
It's Christmas time, I bought the Kobes for the little homies
Pictures with the jockey in the winners circle
Triple crown on, all brown on
Suddenly my frown's gone, Dog Pound Don
Quarter-pounder with no sound on, cleaner than Calgon
Ah man, Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Johnny gotta go, Johnny gotta go
Fly Larry in at 2 and then he's gone by 4
Cause Johnny's gotta go, it's Godfather 4
Stove Top lyrics - Curren$y
Yea
Drive In theater
Uh
Tryna get this loot any way true
It’s lucrative and from alls I do make through
Itunes and avenues we move weight
Each one in my crew get a full plate
Not one excused till we all ate
Unified stupid high nigga way paid
Crime did just what they said it would
Some niggas living good
Some is gone away for good
Some stuck in the hood
Addicted to it
What he should have sold, lost his soul
Though his body still living look in his eyes
The fire ain't in them
He used to be driven
Now that's cold
Cold blooded as my angel wings flooded
Rolls gold star studded
The bar covered so let it pour
Until it bubble on the floor
Baby love peeling out her clothes
Eyes rolled orgasm dancing while these horns blow
I'm just thing on my next score
Which color we should paint the sixty four
Tryna wrap my hands round the globe
Like a motherfucking choke hold
Ho
Drive In Theatre
Bent over the stove cus they want some more
Knockin at my door
Back at the store cus they want some more
All of yall
Drive In theater
Uh
Tryna get this loot any way true
It’s lucrative and from alls I do make through
Itunes and avenues we move weight
Each one in my crew get a full plate
Not one excused till we all ate
Unified stupid high nigga way paid
Crime did just what they said it would
Some niggas living good
Some is gone away for good
Some stuck in the hood
Addicted to it
What he should have sold, lost his soul
Though his body still living look in his eyes
The fire ain't in them
He used to be driven
Now that's cold
Cold blooded as my angel wings flooded
Rolls gold star studded
The bar covered so let it pour
Until it bubble on the floor
Baby love peeling out her clothes
Eyes rolled orgasm dancing while these horns blow
I'm just thing on my next score
Which color we should paint the sixty four
Tryna wrap my hands round the globe
Like a motherfucking choke hold
Ho
Drive In Theatre
Bent over the stove cus they want some more
Knockin at my door
Back at the store cus they want some more
All of yall
Vintage Vineyard lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh
Open fire places
Me and my lady back home from a wine tasting
The scene was crazy, millionaires of all shades and trades exchanging jokes
Helicopters chopping as we smoke
Plotting on a way to get this cash cow roped up and tied down
Snipers outside my compound
Inside we pow wow been doing this for some time now
Andretti most slept on like yo big homies couch
I'm from New Orleans you'll get crept on and X'd out
And we like damn we was just talking to homie
Stretched EMS threw them covers on him
But them children already seen it
3 in the morning woke his whole family up with that screaming
Visions of hits, niggas dying living in shit
I'm just writing 'bout it, lighting my exotic
Call it like 8 ball corner pocket, drop it
[Interlude:]
[Don Corleone:] My wife is crying upstairs. I hear cars coming to the house
[Tom Hagen:] I was just about to come up and wake you so that I could tell you
[Don Corleone:] But you needed a drink first. And now you've had your drink
[Tom Hagen:] They shot Sonny on the causeway. He's dead
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Uh
Real niggas have died over a bitches lives
I know my brother would ride if ever, but never
The corporation grow forever even when I'm gone
Play my shit and light yo bong
Life goes on
We family I'm there for you, right or wrong?
They gon' have to get us all the same way dog
Till then, sunroof top, the doja in the wind
Momma it don't stop you know you tryna get in
Dipping up the block with a G like him
These is rare events...
To live another way doesn't make sense
[Outro - The Godfather:]
[Don Corleone:] I want no inquiries made. I want no acts of vengeance.
I want you to arrange a meeting, with the heads of the Five Families..
Uh
Open fire places
Me and my lady back home from a wine tasting
The scene was crazy, millionaires of all shades and trades exchanging jokes
Helicopters chopping as we smoke
Plotting on a way to get this cash cow roped up and tied down
Snipers outside my compound
Inside we pow wow been doing this for some time now
Andretti most slept on like yo big homies couch
I'm from New Orleans you'll get crept on and X'd out
And we like damn we was just talking to homie
Stretched EMS threw them covers on him
But them children already seen it
3 in the morning woke his whole family up with that screaming
Visions of hits, niggas dying living in shit
I'm just writing 'bout it, lighting my exotic
Call it like 8 ball corner pocket, drop it
[Interlude:]
[Don Corleone:] My wife is crying upstairs. I hear cars coming to the house
[Tom Hagen:] I was just about to come up and wake you so that I could tell you
[Don Corleone:] But you needed a drink first. And now you've had your drink
[Tom Hagen:] They shot Sonny on the causeway. He's dead
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Uh
Real niggas have died over a bitches lives
I know my brother would ride if ever, but never
The corporation grow forever even when I'm gone
Play my shit and light yo bong
Life goes on
We family I'm there for you, right or wrong?
They gon' have to get us all the same way dog
Till then, sunroof top, the doja in the wind
Momma it don't stop you know you tryna get in
Dipping up the block with a G like him
These is rare events...
To live another way doesn't make sense
[Outro - The Godfather:]
[Don Corleone:] I want no inquiries made. I want no acts of vengeance.
I want you to arrange a meeting, with the heads of the Five Families..
Stolen lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook x2]
Bought it this morning, drive it like I stole it
Park it left it running like I really don’t want it
We've been bending corners
Been like, bent like elbows, been being anywhere that cash go
[Verse]
Checking my mirror for them suckers
Coast clear, turn up that music, light another
This that mink coat flow, I wrote this in the summer
Poolside, high-school, you motherfucker
To the rules we abide by on this side
Members only like the jacket, I grew up amongst some criminals
Check their jackets, known for etching with them ratchets
While I was just cooling, writing raps, eating snacks and shit
300 racks I spent just to sit in back and get higher than a mother
Looking down to them scrubs
How could you hate yo brother when I’m just like you?
Except I did what I said and I would, do erase the hate
And let the sunshine through
Apply yourself fool, you can live out yo dreams too
Imagination can create the truth
Every brick that built my mansion will provide the proof
Recognize he riding Bentley's when he coming fool
Like a set of Forgiatos on the living room
Luxury shit, fuck with me bitch
Capital G, the weather nice out, I’m hitting the switch
I’m in the streets, 13 inch, triple gold D’s
Strike a pose, a picture worth 1000 words I suppose
Picture me rolling with yo golden and chosen who you thought would hold it
Down for ya but she clowned ya
You’re under pressure, so unprofessional
High beyond measure, sharing her treasure with my fellows
Oh she down for the jets bro, no tricking no financial
Strictly finesse bruh, onto to the next bruh
Find her where I left her
[Hook x2]
Bought it this morning, drive it like I stole it
Park it, left it running like I really don’t want it
We've been bending corners
Been like, bent like elbows, been being anywhere that cash go
[The Godfather 1]
[Sollozzo:] I need a man who has powerful friends. I need a million dollars in cash.
I need, Don Corleone, all of those politicians that you carry around in your pocket, like so many nickels and dimes
[Don Corleone:] I said that I would see you because I had heard that you were a serious man, to be treated with respect.
But I must say no to you and let me give you my reasons
Bought it this morning, drive it like I stole it
Park it left it running like I really don’t want it
We've been bending corners
Been like, bent like elbows, been being anywhere that cash go
[Verse]
Checking my mirror for them suckers
Coast clear, turn up that music, light another
This that mink coat flow, I wrote this in the summer
Poolside, high-school, you motherfucker
To the rules we abide by on this side
Members only like the jacket, I grew up amongst some criminals
Check their jackets, known for etching with them ratchets
While I was just cooling, writing raps, eating snacks and shit
300 racks I spent just to sit in back and get higher than a mother
Looking down to them scrubs
How could you hate yo brother when I’m just like you?
Except I did what I said and I would, do erase the hate
And let the sunshine through
Apply yourself fool, you can live out yo dreams too
Imagination can create the truth
Every brick that built my mansion will provide the proof
Recognize he riding Bentley's when he coming fool
Like a set of Forgiatos on the living room
Luxury shit, fuck with me bitch
Capital G, the weather nice out, I’m hitting the switch
I’m in the streets, 13 inch, triple gold D’s
Strike a pose, a picture worth 1000 words I suppose
Picture me rolling with yo golden and chosen who you thought would hold it
Down for ya but she clowned ya
You’re under pressure, so unprofessional
High beyond measure, sharing her treasure with my fellows
Oh she down for the jets bro, no tricking no financial
Strictly finesse bruh, onto to the next bruh
Find her where I left her
[Hook x2]
Bought it this morning, drive it like I stole it
Park it, left it running like I really don’t want it
We've been bending corners
Been like, bent like elbows, been being anywhere that cash go
[The Godfather 1]
[Sollozzo:] I need a man who has powerful friends. I need a million dollars in cash.
I need, Don Corleone, all of those politicians that you carry around in your pocket, like so many nickels and dimes
[Don Corleone:] I said that I would see you because I had heard that you were a serious man, to be treated with respect.
But I must say no to you and let me give you my reasons
$ Migraine lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Le$)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Game winning shot
Ain't even stay to see the body drop
Get them pots, bubbling this hustling
Bitch you ain't here for nothing
Observe how I run shop
If they ever snatch me, inform my brother he'll come after me
Under estimated like expansion teams
Til I flex them championship fingers
The aroma of doja lingers
Door closed and towels by the floor but it's still stinking
If it ain't loud as neon colors you don't need to bring it
Life in the fast lane blinking just as bad as sleeping
Creeps is always creeping
I peeped your scheme while steaming
Business settled this evening under tropical breezes
I work hella hard so I can take it easy, nigga
[Hook 2x]
I got a dollar sign migraine
Money on my motherfucking mind mane
Dollar sign migraine
Trying to put some dope off in the game
[Verse 2: Le$]
Old beamer on them gold wheels
Looking like Ace
Seen ya eyes when I ride by
Looking like hate
The way them hoes be talking about me
You'd swear to God I was rich
Took the tint of that motherfucker
Hope you know that's yo bitch
Living life on that next shit
Still fucking my ex chicks
Just walking up in the game
They showing y'all to the exit
Just give the game I was blessed with
Getting blown on that Sweet Jones
Underground but we been kings, knocking y'all up that railroad
Seen it all like I'm Rothstein, never loving no Ginger
Niggas be on that nigga shit, things you gotta remember
Riding fast so we trying to get it
Fuck dreaming 'bout getting paid
Matching Chevys in ten months
Nah nigga in ten days
[Hook]
Game winning shot
Ain't even stay to see the body drop
Get them pots, bubbling this hustling
Bitch you ain't here for nothing
Observe how I run shop
If they ever snatch me, inform my brother he'll come after me
Under estimated like expansion teams
Til I flex them championship fingers
The aroma of doja lingers
Door closed and towels by the floor but it's still stinking
If it ain't loud as neon colors you don't need to bring it
Life in the fast lane blinking just as bad as sleeping
Creeps is always creeping
I peeped your scheme while steaming
Business settled this evening under tropical breezes
I work hella hard so I can take it easy, nigga
[Hook 2x]
I got a dollar sign migraine
Money on my motherfucking mind mane
Dollar sign migraine
Trying to put some dope off in the game
[Verse 2: Le$]
Old beamer on them gold wheels
Looking like Ace
Seen ya eyes when I ride by
Looking like hate
The way them hoes be talking about me
You'd swear to God I was rich
Took the tint of that motherfucker
Hope you know that's yo bitch
Living life on that next shit
Still fucking my ex chicks
Just walking up in the game
They showing y'all to the exit
Just give the game I was blessed with
Getting blown on that Sweet Jones
Underground but we been kings, knocking y'all up that railroad
Seen it all like I'm Rothstein, never loving no Ginger
Niggas be on that nigga shit, things you gotta remember
Riding fast so we trying to get it
Fuck dreaming 'bout getting paid
Matching Chevys in ten months
Nah nigga in ten days
[Hook]
E.T. lyrics - Curren$y (feat. B-Real)
[Intro: Curren$y]
Drive-In Theatre
Turn it up some for me
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yo, uh fresh paint on the park bench
Shining in the sunlight of the morning
Under the shade of the trees taking it all in
In the courtyard of my homegirl's apartments
Scared to play, how could you ever win?
Make a mistake, then a revision
Make them see that shit the way you did
Some of these fools will never get it
But I still give 100 percent, just
Consideration for the listeners
Appreciation for the livers, lifers
Henny swiggers, weed smokers, chevy drivers
Switches hitting, steady dipping, banging oldies
Throw the set up out the window, hit my horn at the homies
Just vibing bitch you can't kill it
Immortals chilling, portals to dimensions
Where everybody keep it realer
On this side we don't feel you
On this side one of these youngins might steal you
On this side for looking too unfamiliar
Too much like a squealer, dice shooter
Debt dealers, grocery store looters, all the same nigga
Put into a bad position, back the coolest cat in the corner
Transform into a junkyard bulldog on them
Posers, imposters, opponents, I throw them all in one size fits all boxes
Coaching, while smoking notice, a weakness in your defense
We bust it open, fitting to run it like a quarterback option
These niggas not sharks they just flounders, goonies in training
Surround them then drown them, Scuba Steve blood hounding
Never found them, started from the bottom
Then I got rich, never dipped
Cause I'm so at one with my surroundings, bitch
[Hook: Curren$y]
You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien
You far away from your home, you an alien, alien
You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien
You far away from your home
[Verse 2: B-Real]
As I'm pulling trees out the grow room
Phone blowing up, man, how'd they know so soon?
All these ladies looking right, hydro bloom
Got these rookies fucking faded, singing show tunes
You get it from the doctor, it's a bomb sack
And if you sitting too close, catch a contact
If you want my territory, combat
I don't be losing cool, doctor is a calm cat
Every 90 days, around the way, the ladies pay me
Crazy how they make me paper, I appreciate it greatly
One day I'll retire, give some peace to those who hate me
But you're saying to the doctor, "Listen no one else can save me"
But every now and then, someone stepping out of pocket
People want my green and my rivals try to block it
This is unacceptable, I don't see the logic
To put your life at risk, cause I'll put one through your locket
I don't beef for bullshit, I just want to treat my patients
It's a cold life, Alaska, Sarah Palin
When I give you knowledge, take it like a revelation
When the people want the best, they know that I'm the destination
Any other source will get you high, you'll feel amazing
But it's just a duplication of the fire that I'm blazing
When you're far away from home and you don't have no sources
I will dab you out if I can just find where my torch is
[Hook: Curren$y]
You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien
You far away from your home, you an alien, alien
You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien
You far away from your home
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Uh, she came first I came last
Sheisty bitch'll put arsenic in your glass and
Propose a toast to the fact that you been smoked
You a dead man walking, sucker, you ain't even know
Never let my eyes close around these hoes
But she quick to put us down on the stove, that's for sure
Tryna work her way in, mafia ties, helicopter ride
Business meetings in the sky
Drug dealers in disguise, this is I
Day in, day out, dazed in the Days Inn
Letting this work play out
They downloading demand, movin I pull the tape out
But I'm the man of that course, so there will never be a drought
As a matter fact girl, you need to peep your boy out
I been considering assembling a batch of bad bitches, my
Hired assassins, looks could kill cause I just handed Looks a Magnum
We called her Look cause, fuck man, look at her
She got them looks man, model singer slash actress
Dillinger's in the mattress, gloves and ski masks
Dissipate the static, chase away the madness, chase bank deposits
Bitch I always got it, I just tell you I don't have it
Cause too many people was looking at me when you asked me
100 percent averaging, highness, your majesty
I am this savagely
[Hook: Curren$y]
You far away from your home, you an alien, alien
You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien
You far away from your home, you an alien, alien
You far away from your home
Homes
Drive-In Theatre
Turn it up some for me
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yo, uh fresh paint on the park bench
Shining in the sunlight of the morning
Under the shade of the trees taking it all in
In the courtyard of my homegirl's apartments
Scared to play, how could you ever win?
Make a mistake, then a revision
Make them see that shit the way you did
Some of these fools will never get it
But I still give 100 percent, just
Consideration for the listeners
Appreciation for the livers, lifers
Henny swiggers, weed smokers, chevy drivers
Switches hitting, steady dipping, banging oldies
Throw the set up out the window, hit my horn at the homies
Just vibing bitch you can't kill it
Immortals chilling, portals to dimensions
Where everybody keep it realer
On this side we don't feel you
On this side one of these youngins might steal you
On this side for looking too unfamiliar
Too much like a squealer, dice shooter
Debt dealers, grocery store looters, all the same nigga
Put into a bad position, back the coolest cat in the corner
Transform into a junkyard bulldog on them
Posers, imposters, opponents, I throw them all in one size fits all boxes
Coaching, while smoking notice, a weakness in your defense
We bust it open, fitting to run it like a quarterback option
These niggas not sharks they just flounders, goonies in training
Surround them then drown them, Scuba Steve blood hounding
Never found them, started from the bottom
Then I got rich, never dipped
Cause I'm so at one with my surroundings, bitch
[Hook: Curren$y]
You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien
You far away from your home, you an alien, alien
You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien
You far away from your home
[Verse 2: B-Real]
As I'm pulling trees out the grow room
Phone blowing up, man, how'd they know so soon?
All these ladies looking right, hydro bloom
Got these rookies fucking faded, singing show tunes
You get it from the doctor, it's a bomb sack
And if you sitting too close, catch a contact
If you want my territory, combat
I don't be losing cool, doctor is a calm cat
Every 90 days, around the way, the ladies pay me
Crazy how they make me paper, I appreciate it greatly
One day I'll retire, give some peace to those who hate me
But you're saying to the doctor, "Listen no one else can save me"
But every now and then, someone stepping out of pocket
People want my green and my rivals try to block it
This is unacceptable, I don't see the logic
To put your life at risk, cause I'll put one through your locket
I don't beef for bullshit, I just want to treat my patients
It's a cold life, Alaska, Sarah Palin
When I give you knowledge, take it like a revelation
When the people want the best, they know that I'm the destination
Any other source will get you high, you'll feel amazing
But it's just a duplication of the fire that I'm blazing
When you're far away from home and you don't have no sources
I will dab you out if I can just find where my torch is
[Hook: Curren$y]
You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien
You far away from your home, you an alien, alien
You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien
You far away from your home
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Uh, she came first I came last
Sheisty bitch'll put arsenic in your glass and
Propose a toast to the fact that you been smoked
You a dead man walking, sucker, you ain't even know
Never let my eyes close around these hoes
But she quick to put us down on the stove, that's for sure
Tryna work her way in, mafia ties, helicopter ride
Business meetings in the sky
Drug dealers in disguise, this is I
Day in, day out, dazed in the Days Inn
Letting this work play out
They downloading demand, movin I pull the tape out
But I'm the man of that course, so there will never be a drought
As a matter fact girl, you need to peep your boy out
I been considering assembling a batch of bad bitches, my
Hired assassins, looks could kill cause I just handed Looks a Magnum
We called her Look cause, fuck man, look at her
She got them looks man, model singer slash actress
Dillinger's in the mattress, gloves and ski masks
Dissipate the static, chase away the madness, chase bank deposits
Bitch I always got it, I just tell you I don't have it
Cause too many people was looking at me when you asked me
100 percent averaging, highness, your majesty
I am this savagely
[Hook: Curren$y]
You far away from your home, you an alien, alien
You far away from your home, you's an alien, alien
You far away from your home, you an alien, alien
You far away from your home
Homes
Grew Up In This lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Young Roddy)
[Curren$y]
Life a movie, who directin yo shit?
That’s low budget, mine’s a Tarantino flic
Block buster, I do my own stunts in this bitch
Shout out to Stunna, New Orleans niggas up in this shit
No frontin, all my niggas really wit it
Full frontline hustling, rappin got me on the two
My homies been on TV for that other shit
News at 6, nigga, grizzly discover it
Body seems local, let the dog team recover it
They can’t release his name til they notify the family
While the killer getting dressed for the club like ain’t nothing happened
[Hook]
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
Grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
It’s that 31st shit right’chea my nigga
Uh
[Young Roddy]
Aye fuck a bitch, I’d rather keep a burner by my side
I’m from the south side, that’s just how we ride
My man got shot, that shit slowed em down
My nigga even turned muslim, now he pray to Alah
My nigga don’t eat no pork but still smoke that pine
So every time he see me he like light that fire
And meanwhile I’m tryina get us off this hot ass block
We just two peas in a pod tryin to get a peace of mind
Bang bang, that’s the shit I heard like all of the time
I’m talkin every day have fiends fallin in line
Today could be my last day but that’s all part of the grind
But that ain’t part of my plan, I plan to stay on my job
I had to get it since I wasn’t born wit it
I see the big pic, I’m thinkin long term nigga
But they had drugs in that bitch, I grew up on that shit
Guess I’m made for that shit, I got paid off that shit
[Hook]
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
Grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
Gangsta Gibbs baby
Gangsta Gibbs baby
[Freddie Gibbs]
Uh yeah yeah
I drive every car that you dream about
And every bitch that you wishin for leave her leakin out
Fresh out of that place like they scared to see what they read about
It ain’t no sleep on Virginia street when them niggas outside
Walk servin the walkin dead
Gotta meet me up the block cus my mama stay on my head
Tellin me to go get a job but I’m choppin the rock instead
If I make it up to the top will I pop and jump off the ledge?
Confessions of Gangsta Gibbs nigga, thug life
I’d trade this shit for wife and kids nigga
Real nigga, fuck surviving, I wanna live nigga
Act a fool, I make him go night night
And catch a flight to Chi, blow some dope with my nigga Mike Mike
Bitch, I’m stuck in this shit, a million dollars up in this bitch
I made my name stay in them cluckers and shit
And yea the streets of Gary raised me but the west coast paid me
You pussy niggas get home safely
[Hook]
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
[Outro: The Godfather]
[Michael Corleone:]
They want to have a meeting with me, right? Let’s set the meeting.
Get our informants to find out where it’s going to be held.
They’re going to search me when I first meet them, right?
So I can’t have a weapon on me then.
But if Clemenza can figure a way to have a weapon planted there for me, then I’ll kill them both
Life a movie, who directin yo shit?
That’s low budget, mine’s a Tarantino flic
Block buster, I do my own stunts in this bitch
Shout out to Stunna, New Orleans niggas up in this shit
No frontin, all my niggas really wit it
Full frontline hustling, rappin got me on the two
My homies been on TV for that other shit
News at 6, nigga, grizzly discover it
Body seems local, let the dog team recover it
They can’t release his name til they notify the family
While the killer getting dressed for the club like ain’t nothing happened
[Hook]
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
Grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
It’s that 31st shit right’chea my nigga
Uh
[Young Roddy]
Aye fuck a bitch, I’d rather keep a burner by my side
I’m from the south side, that’s just how we ride
My man got shot, that shit slowed em down
My nigga even turned muslim, now he pray to Alah
My nigga don’t eat no pork but still smoke that pine
So every time he see me he like light that fire
And meanwhile I’m tryina get us off this hot ass block
We just two peas in a pod tryin to get a peace of mind
Bang bang, that’s the shit I heard like all of the time
I’m talkin every day have fiends fallin in line
Today could be my last day but that’s all part of the grind
But that ain’t part of my plan, I plan to stay on my job
I had to get it since I wasn’t born wit it
I see the big pic, I’m thinkin long term nigga
But they had drugs in that bitch, I grew up on that shit
Guess I’m made for that shit, I got paid off that shit
[Hook]
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
Grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
Gangsta Gibbs baby
Gangsta Gibbs baby
[Freddie Gibbs]
Uh yeah yeah
I drive every car that you dream about
And every bitch that you wishin for leave her leakin out
Fresh out of that place like they scared to see what they read about
It ain’t no sleep on Virginia street when them niggas outside
Walk servin the walkin dead
Gotta meet me up the block cus my mama stay on my head
Tellin me to go get a job but I’m choppin the rock instead
If I make it up to the top will I pop and jump off the ledge?
Confessions of Gangsta Gibbs nigga, thug life
I’d trade this shit for wife and kids nigga
Real nigga, fuck surviving, I wanna live nigga
Act a fool, I make him go night night
And catch a flight to Chi, blow some dope with my nigga Mike Mike
Bitch, I’m stuck in this shit, a million dollars up in this bitch
I made my name stay in them cluckers and shit
And yea the streets of Gary raised me but the west coast paid me
You pussy niggas get home safely
[Hook]
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
[Outro: The Godfather]
[Michael Corleone:]
They want to have a meeting with me, right? Let’s set the meeting.
Get our informants to find out where it’s going to be held.
They’re going to search me when I first meet them, right?
So I can’t have a weapon on me then.
But if Clemenza can figure a way to have a weapon planted there for me, then I’ll kill them both
M.P.R. lyrics - Curren$y
Uh, smoother than Cochise jumper
They wouldn’t have killed me to been that muthafucka
That’s the struggle, run that money down, I’m pullin' muscle
Maintain speed on that stampede to take you under
You saw the flash fore you heard the thunder
That’s yo ass in one crazy summer
You shoulda stayed where the fuck you come from
All that venturing in this shit
Henchman, apprehension, this is serious
Authentic to distinction, that’s how real it get
Clue these rookies in the hood they dealing wit
OG you still on yo apprentice shit?
Known from that vibin', the killin' shit
Push the buttons though they’ll never lift a fingerprint
Off of it for evidence, forever rich
Through cleverness, flow heaven sent
Though some rhymes devilish
Two sides to every coin
Whichever side you join when it’s time to ride
Yo ho ass better be down for good
Never know who you round until the shit goes down
But I know I got some family in this bitch right now
So I can roll up and ride round
Let the money pile smile
Niggas never coming down
Money power respect, one foot on yo neck
One foot on the bank, I’m headed to the check
[Outro: The Godfather]
[Woman] "You’ve made me think of what you once told me. In 5 years the Corleone family will be completely legitimate. That was 7 years ago."
[Man] "I know, I’m trying."
They wouldn’t have killed me to been that muthafucka
That’s the struggle, run that money down, I’m pullin' muscle
Maintain speed on that stampede to take you under
You saw the flash fore you heard the thunder
That’s yo ass in one crazy summer
You shoulda stayed where the fuck you come from
All that venturing in this shit
Henchman, apprehension, this is serious
Authentic to distinction, that’s how real it get
Clue these rookies in the hood they dealing wit
OG you still on yo apprentice shit?
Known from that vibin', the killin' shit
Push the buttons though they’ll never lift a fingerprint
Off of it for evidence, forever rich
Through cleverness, flow heaven sent
Though some rhymes devilish
Two sides to every coin
Whichever side you join when it’s time to ride
Yo ho ass better be down for good
Never know who you round until the shit goes down
But I know I got some family in this bitch right now
So I can roll up and ride round
Let the money pile smile
Niggas never coming down
Money power respect, one foot on yo neck
One foot on the bank, I’m headed to the check
[Outro: The Godfather]
[Woman] "You’ve made me think of what you once told me. In 5 years the Corleone family will be completely legitimate. That was 7 years ago."
[Man] "I know, I’m trying."
10 G's lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook:]
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I'm back in this bitch
Though I never left
I just took a lil time, Climbed some trees by myself
Now I'm way up high, everything top shelf
We ain't die last night, toast to good health
We was fly last night if I do say so myself
Had all eyes last night, them hoes ain't wanna miss the jet
Million dollars worth of Chevys yeah bitches da set
Andretti they ain't ready, So I won't do it yet
Y'all can play for a couple of weeks
And I be back to destroy all the streets
The homie Cardo keep sending me beats, and I smoke em'
They think I'm selling drugs, nah bitch I'm just a dopeman
I woke up and I flew from New Orleans to Oakland
The bro CellSki left the green door open
I'm in a Nova, that 383 strokin'
Gas or that cash flow, that's what keep it goin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Now I turn the corners, yo bitch watching my car
Got that weed burning, she wish she could hit the raw
Now she's lurking, cause she like what she saw
On Twitter and Instagram, searching the bar
Till by chance we meet again, don't be sleepin' in
On the outside, peeking in
On ya tiptoes tryna see over our fence ho
It's quite simple, see you was fishing for simps
We not them though, focus up, This game soak it up
She can't handle it, it's choking her, Whoa
Open that door before she barf on my Monte Carlo floor
Sorry, no, we can't kick it no mo'
Must go, back to the Gold rush, rush
Bust through, knock down all those who would oppose
Us getting dough, yo, Let's all be millionaires
[Hook]
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
I can take 10 G's, and make 20 more G's with that
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I'm back in this bitch
Though I never left
I just took a lil time, Climbed some trees by myself
Now I'm way up high, everything top shelf
We ain't die last night, toast to good health
We was fly last night if I do say so myself
Had all eyes last night, them hoes ain't wanna miss the jet
Million dollars worth of Chevys yeah bitches da set
Andretti they ain't ready, So I won't do it yet
Y'all can play for a couple of weeks
And I be back to destroy all the streets
The homie Cardo keep sending me beats, and I smoke em'
They think I'm selling drugs, nah bitch I'm just a dopeman
I woke up and I flew from New Orleans to Oakland
The bro CellSki left the green door open
I'm in a Nova, that 383 strokin'
Gas or that cash flow, that's what keep it goin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Now I turn the corners, yo bitch watching my car
Got that weed burning, she wish she could hit the raw
Now she's lurking, cause she like what she saw
On Twitter and Instagram, searching the bar
Till by chance we meet again, don't be sleepin' in
On the outside, peeking in
On ya tiptoes tryna see over our fence ho
It's quite simple, see you was fishing for simps
We not them though, focus up, This game soak it up
She can't handle it, it's choking her, Whoa
Open that door before she barf on my Monte Carlo floor
Sorry, no, we can't kick it no mo'
Must go, back to the Gold rush, rush
Bust through, knock down all those who would oppose
Us getting dough, yo, Let's all be millionaires
[Hook]
El Camino lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mary Gold)
[Hook: Mary Gold]
And we roll up in the El Camino
Cruisin down south in the El Camino
Light one up in the El Camino
And we roll up in the El Camino
So as we ridin' by
So as we ridin' by
So as we ridin' by
[Verse: Curren$y]
Uh, mama please, twist the trees
While I get dressed and look for car keys
Start to crank V8, 350 quickly in the breeze like pilin'
Got yo allergies wildin'
Sneeze cus a nigga so cold when he roll
Forgiato, 3 piece gold
Not everybody to do it, not everybody that’s fluent
And that money talk, Spitta a killa
I should write these lyrics in crime scene chalk
Now take a walk on the side where the jets reside
Stay high, stay fly, always ready to ride
Ice cream paint job, smellin' like weed on the inside
No question, Chevrolet my obsession
Every month I gotta get one, this check will cop my next one
Corvette selection, Monte Carlo collection
But that El Camino classic perfection
Bitches always lookin' in his direction
[Hook]
And we roll up in the El Camino
Cruisin down south in the El Camino
Light one up in the El Camino
And we roll up in the El Camino
So as we ridin' by
So as we ridin' by
So as we ridin' by
[Verse: Curren$y]
Uh, mama please, twist the trees
While I get dressed and look for car keys
Start to crank V8, 350 quickly in the breeze like pilin'
Got yo allergies wildin'
Sneeze cus a nigga so cold when he roll
Forgiato, 3 piece gold
Not everybody to do it, not everybody that’s fluent
And that money talk, Spitta a killa
I should write these lyrics in crime scene chalk
Now take a walk on the side where the jets reside
Stay high, stay fly, always ready to ride
Ice cream paint job, smellin' like weed on the inside
No question, Chevrolet my obsession
Every month I gotta get one, this check will cop my next one
Corvette selection, Monte Carlo collection
But that El Camino classic perfection
Bitches always lookin' in his direction
[Hook]
Hi Top Whites lyrics - Curren$y
Uhh, day in our life
Wake up to what we didn’t smoke last night
Got right, got high
I got hibachi left overs, little steak fried rice
I got fresh and select what to drive up
Swear it’s like GTA 5 out
Swear it’s like NBA live
Weather type, gorgeous outside
Ferrari horses, galloping from the fortress
Now when you rollin, women notice and some approach us
Some of them hoes and shit, some of them worse, then some of them sorcerers
But nobody’s perfect
H Town, South swinging, shawty think I’m drunk swerving
Naw love, I’m driving like this on purpose
On just banging with my jernt lit
Now she rollin with a boss cause she deserve it
I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites
I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites
Then I met a badass bitch in some hi top whites
Now I got a badass bitch in some hi top whites
I’m a motherfucking race car
Nigga, you the motherfucking bate car
Don’t even be on bad bitches radar
Jet life, we in the house like base boards
This kush I had to fly to LA for
This wax I had to fly to the bay for
Bad bitch that I wish I could’ve stayed for
But that ain’t what a nigga get paid for
That’s how it is, wish that I could say more
Don’t be like that, girl keep it playa
You know a nigga grind on major
But I be back, keep your hair the same way girl
I put the story on paper and the weed in the air
Pretty cars, pretty bitches, I done had my share
But I’d hate to tell y'all the one
Bout the one, that I met in New Orleans
I seen the badass bitch in some hi top
I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites
I met a badass bitch in some hi top whites
Now I got a badass bitch in some hi top whites
Wake up to what we didn’t smoke last night
Got right, got high
I got hibachi left overs, little steak fried rice
I got fresh and select what to drive up
Swear it’s like GTA 5 out
Swear it’s like NBA live
Weather type, gorgeous outside
Ferrari horses, galloping from the fortress
Now when you rollin, women notice and some approach us
Some of them hoes and shit, some of them worse, then some of them sorcerers
But nobody’s perfect
H Town, South swinging, shawty think I’m drunk swerving
Naw love, I’m driving like this on purpose
On just banging with my jernt lit
Now she rollin with a boss cause she deserve it
I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites
I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites
Then I met a badass bitch in some hi top whites
Now I got a badass bitch in some hi top whites
I’m a motherfucking race car
Nigga, you the motherfucking bate car
Don’t even be on bad bitches radar
Jet life, we in the house like base boards
This kush I had to fly to LA for
This wax I had to fly to the bay for
Bad bitch that I wish I could’ve stayed for
But that ain’t what a nigga get paid for
That’s how it is, wish that I could say more
Don’t be like that, girl keep it playa
You know a nigga grind on major
But I be back, keep your hair the same way girl
I put the story on paper and the weed in the air
Pretty cars, pretty bitches, I done had my share
But I’d hate to tell y'all the one
Bout the one, that I met in New Orleans
I seen the badass bitch in some hi top
I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites
I met a badass bitch in some hi top whites
Now I got a badass bitch in some hi top whites
Fo lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook]
Fo niggas in the low rider
Smoking gas, screamin' jet life when we go past
I’m the one behind the wheel, mind on a mill
Just wonderin' how long will it last
[Verse 1]
Never been a square one from square one
All about that there, K them layers
Counted up away, fans fair
I must say I’m feeli'n quite debonair on this speedin' boat in this night air
Transport this cargo rare
Just recorded these, rappin' like package keys
Higher than the flyin' trapeze
Might give you the roaches when I leave
Closest you getting to smoking like G's
Freeze, it’s AOB
What could you do for me?
Hard on a bitch, but we can’t all do this
Some of you niggas a sip water whip, camera pimps
I’m here to close the lid on all that shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
One foot in, one foot out
I can’t get out, I can’t get in
As the wheel of fortune spin, torturing men
Find my pot of gold, same time lost friends
Sail out with some niggas as my ship came in
Now I’m smooth sailin' and they barely can swim
Try vitola, Testarossa pop up head like showed him
The road was golden and they didn’t know it
Like you gave up when the race was almost over
You could’ve placed and won the trophy but you chose to fold up on it
That’s a luck, I can’t afford to give a fuck
With all these bitches tryin' to get it I’m too busy livin'
To be concerned with suckas who don’t earn
What I earn, you just a threat to yourself, you a learn
As the world turn, the joint burns
Time machine on date of 13’s, I’m the one stuntin'
Sucka scared, better cop some insurance
Niggas in the van on yo block, word to Big Worm
[Hook X2]
[Outro: The Godfather]
[Hyman Roth:]
Make sure that everybody sees the cake before we cut it.
When a man comes to this point in his life, he wants to turn over the things he's been blessed with, turn them over to friends.
As a reward for the friends he's had, and to make sure that everything goes well after he's gone. I want all you to enjoy your cake…
Fo niggas in the low rider
Smoking gas, screamin' jet life when we go past
I’m the one behind the wheel, mind on a mill
Just wonderin' how long will it last
[Verse 1]
Never been a square one from square one
All about that there, K them layers
Counted up away, fans fair
I must say I’m feeli'n quite debonair on this speedin' boat in this night air
Transport this cargo rare
Just recorded these, rappin' like package keys
Higher than the flyin' trapeze
Might give you the roaches when I leave
Closest you getting to smoking like G's
Freeze, it’s AOB
What could you do for me?
Hard on a bitch, but we can’t all do this
Some of you niggas a sip water whip, camera pimps
I’m here to close the lid on all that shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
One foot in, one foot out
I can’t get out, I can’t get in
As the wheel of fortune spin, torturing men
Find my pot of gold, same time lost friends
Sail out with some niggas as my ship came in
Now I’m smooth sailin' and they barely can swim
Try vitola, Testarossa pop up head like showed him
The road was golden and they didn’t know it
Like you gave up when the race was almost over
You could’ve placed and won the trophy but you chose to fold up on it
That’s a luck, I can’t afford to give a fuck
With all these bitches tryin' to get it I’m too busy livin'
To be concerned with suckas who don’t earn
What I earn, you just a threat to yourself, you a learn
As the world turn, the joint burns
Time machine on date of 13’s, I’m the one stuntin'
Sucka scared, better cop some insurance
Niggas in the van on yo block, word to Big Worm
[Hook X2]
[Outro: The Godfather]
[Hyman Roth:]
Make sure that everybody sees the cake before we cut it.
When a man comes to this point in his life, he wants to turn over the things he's been blessed with, turn them over to friends.
As a reward for the friends he's had, and to make sure that everything goes well after he's gone. I want all you to enjoy your cake…
The Usual Suspects lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke DZA, Fiend, & Cornerboy P)
[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Kushed God Bitch
Jonesie
Uh
Sometimes you just need to be serenaded with the instrumental
183rd shit
Uh
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Cookin' up a batch
Ladies show they titties
Real niggas tip they caps
Real trappers
For my hustler niggas with no choice
Posting up slanging that oh boy
Stay on your grind, only way to turn a 300 to a Rolls Royce
Life is good, nah, life is great, now I'm bout to get my niggas straight
God bless a nigga with some legal ones so I can stay off the interstate
Not everybody getting money, not everybody selling out shows
Not everybody toured the world like 4 times, 3 albums in stores, uh
From Australia up to Montauk I kill em with the Don talk
And when it comes to this indie bread, I'm the hip hop Thom Yorke
I'm too real for the radio heads, I'm an underground king
But these bitches can't stop my show and that's word to the Pimp
Low eating lobster and shrimp, all the bad bitches want to link
I'm like fuck with a real nigga and stop feeling bad for that simp
That's the other species, come sip some of this PJ
And smoke some of this sweet tree and everything will be geetchi
DZA
[Verse 2: Fiend]
I told your bitch like Alex Rawls
Mister Jones, full riding laws
Pop my calls in a ride with paws
Got a lot of nines got a lot of fours
I'm a lane ward man got a lot of goals
Know how to get the kitchen like a lot of O
Know when to burn out, before it's time to go
I'm a highlight real so rewind it ho
Pick them up, out the pound
Lighting up every time the Saints get a first down
Hold the flow so you can show us right now
You can get a purse and some work right now
This mack hand ho, don't get the back hand
She change ghosts like Ms. Pacman
He paid a ho to come back fam
God damn!
[Verse 3: Corner Boy P]
They respect the don
18 karats with the red rubies and Piguets is on
Platinum Rolex, double roll bezel and walk around with Alexis on
Courtside in my concourse
With my niggas wiling out smoking out tours
Life's about choices, got to make yours
The right set of keys open up the right doors
Trying to turn a little something to a lot more
You gotta go a little further than you won't go
It's like a hundred out there had enough blow
I'm talking enough blow to make it be-low, ze-ro
I'm the underdog's he-ro
To that dope boy, praying for a kilo
To the little nigga praying for a way out
Keep your head up shorty we gonna make it out
Made it out now
Hella stamps in my passport
Overseas airport
Coming through the hood up in foreign cars
Bitch letting the weed flow
I'm hood rich, I can't change ho
Meeting smelling like weed smoke
Negotiate my record deal like a dope deal
Probably why a nigga take like a ki of dope
Nigga you need a plug
[Verse 4: Curren$y]
Uh
Top soft, but I grind hard to afford
To weld them switches to my dashboard
Lowriders and all, exotics to nascars
Amongst all these stars, seven grams in the raw
That's a Grammy award, in my granddaddy car
With my granddaddy Kangol, higher than a halo
Sliced like tomato, with precision on them blades ho
It don't go down until he say so
Extra cheese, hold the mayo
Got stacks in San Diego, now I'm hiding out
Large amounts to count, just fill them duffle bags and weigh them
Spitta slayed them, no Santa
She's thirsty, get a Fanta
Bitch passing out, somebody's Phantom
Drive-In Theatre
Fuck you thought this was
Kushed God Bitch
Jonesie
Uh
Sometimes you just need to be serenaded with the instrumental
183rd shit
Uh
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Cookin' up a batch
Ladies show they titties
Real niggas tip they caps
Real trappers
For my hustler niggas with no choice
Posting up slanging that oh boy
Stay on your grind, only way to turn a 300 to a Rolls Royce
Life is good, nah, life is great, now I'm bout to get my niggas straight
God bless a nigga with some legal ones so I can stay off the interstate
Not everybody getting money, not everybody selling out shows
Not everybody toured the world like 4 times, 3 albums in stores, uh
From Australia up to Montauk I kill em with the Don talk
And when it comes to this indie bread, I'm the hip hop Thom Yorke
I'm too real for the radio heads, I'm an underground king
But these bitches can't stop my show and that's word to the Pimp
Low eating lobster and shrimp, all the bad bitches want to link
I'm like fuck with a real nigga and stop feeling bad for that simp
That's the other species, come sip some of this PJ
And smoke some of this sweet tree and everything will be geetchi
DZA
[Verse 2: Fiend]
I told your bitch like Alex Rawls
Mister Jones, full riding laws
Pop my calls in a ride with paws
Got a lot of nines got a lot of fours
I'm a lane ward man got a lot of goals
Know how to get the kitchen like a lot of O
Know when to burn out, before it's time to go
I'm a highlight real so rewind it ho
Pick them up, out the pound
Lighting up every time the Saints get a first down
Hold the flow so you can show us right now
You can get a purse and some work right now
This mack hand ho, don't get the back hand
She change ghosts like Ms. Pacman
He paid a ho to come back fam
God damn!
[Verse 3: Corner Boy P]
They respect the don
18 karats with the red rubies and Piguets is on
Platinum Rolex, double roll bezel and walk around with Alexis on
Courtside in my concourse
With my niggas wiling out smoking out tours
Life's about choices, got to make yours
The right set of keys open up the right doors
Trying to turn a little something to a lot more
You gotta go a little further than you won't go
It's like a hundred out there had enough blow
I'm talking enough blow to make it be-low, ze-ro
I'm the underdog's he-ro
To that dope boy, praying for a kilo
To the little nigga praying for a way out
Keep your head up shorty we gonna make it out
Made it out now
Hella stamps in my passport
Overseas airport
Coming through the hood up in foreign cars
Bitch letting the weed flow
I'm hood rich, I can't change ho
Meeting smelling like weed smoke
Negotiate my record deal like a dope deal
Probably why a nigga take like a ki of dope
Nigga you need a plug
[Verse 4: Curren$y]
Uh
Top soft, but I grind hard to afford
To weld them switches to my dashboard
Lowriders and all, exotics to nascars
Amongst all these stars, seven grams in the raw
That's a Grammy award, in my granddaddy car
With my granddaddy Kangol, higher than a halo
Sliced like tomato, with precision on them blades ho
It don't go down until he say so
Extra cheese, hold the mayo
Got stacks in San Diego, now I'm hiding out
Large amounts to count, just fill them duffle bags and weigh them
Spitta slayed them, no Santa
She's thirsty, get a Fanta
Bitch passing out, somebody's Phantom
Drive-In Theatre
Fuck you thought this was
Payroll lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Do this shit, done that shit
Get in the zone, my homies tell me, run that shit
Buy them Porsches to practice doing donuts in
Catwalk model top bitches we run up in
Fuck 'em, haters saying they don't fuck with him
Spitta keep it all the way one hundred
Highed up to most, they rank under him
Smoking on something thunderous
Marijuana designer, expensive ganja, bitch
You in the month of this
I've already picked your gown out, mama
You gon' look stunning, bitch
Try to feel A1 with this
Cinderella nervous, thinking this gon' turn into a pumpkin, chill
Long as you ain't rid all of that fronting, we can bail
Word to my white walls
Keep food in them dog bowls every night
It's a fool, it's a war zone, scary sight
But it's cool, it's what I call home, jet life
In that six where I just rolled past the satellite
Dressed to kill, hoping that I don't die
Word to Mary, I just bury my problems inside
Until they too heavy to carry, then I write these rhymes
Chess some game, if I feel that you worth the time
If you lame, I just direct you to them exit signs
Go back to where you came, squares too scared to get paid with the players
They watch from the sideline, they never out there
We in it, oh yeah, all conditions gear
ACGs, the G is what you see here
[Hook x2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Oh mane, you know how the game go
Counting up this payroll, smoking all the dank, ho
Just rolled up another one, stay high and lay low
We be on that other shit, figure y'all the same old, ayo
[Verse 2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
I'm business-minded individual
Eating good off rap, I snack on rats and live off my residuals
Cooley in the cut, counting blessings and feeling spiritual
Get money and chill every day, it's like a ritual
Habitual smoker, I stay high off that medicinal kush
Cruising through the city, Locing, feeling invincible
And the new machine so clean, I'm invisible
Behind these dark tints, my nigga, picture that visual
Picture me pulling up to a condo with a river view
You lames still hating, mane, but we ain't hearing you
Here to do what we do, get this money, share with a few
Nigga been grinding since Timbaland and Magoo was crew
Ain't nothing changed but my change, lil homie, my gear is new
It's cool, rappers are mad cause the game ain't feeling you
Just step to the sidelines, then shift to me and my crew
Bad bitches and sticky, it's your game, she's rolling with me
I'm cruising through the city, smoking fifties, we puff like Diddy
Really this how I'm living, they lying, they just look silly
Still trying to touch a milly before I'm buried in Gentilly
I was born to ball, real niggas and bitches feel me
I swear, they gon' have to kill me before I stop making it happen
Staying true to my faction, spending Jacksons off rapping
I'm saving up all the fragments, running out of places to stack 'em
Tre's still 'bout that action for niggas who want to asking, what the fuck
Do this shit, done that shit
Get in the zone, my homies tell me, run that shit
Buy them Porsches to practice doing donuts in
Catwalk model top bitches we run up in
Fuck 'em, haters saying they don't fuck with him
Spitta keep it all the way one hundred
Highed up to most, they rank under him
Smoking on something thunderous
Marijuana designer, expensive ganja, bitch
You in the month of this
I've already picked your gown out, mama
You gon' look stunning, bitch
Try to feel A1 with this
Cinderella nervous, thinking this gon' turn into a pumpkin, chill
Long as you ain't rid all of that fronting, we can bail
Word to my white walls
Keep food in them dog bowls every night
It's a fool, it's a war zone, scary sight
But it's cool, it's what I call home, jet life
In that six where I just rolled past the satellite
Dressed to kill, hoping that I don't die
Word to Mary, I just bury my problems inside
Until they too heavy to carry, then I write these rhymes
Chess some game, if I feel that you worth the time
If you lame, I just direct you to them exit signs
Go back to where you came, squares too scared to get paid with the players
They watch from the sideline, they never out there
We in it, oh yeah, all conditions gear
ACGs, the G is what you see here
[Hook x2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Oh mane, you know how the game go
Counting up this payroll, smoking all the dank, ho
Just rolled up another one, stay high and lay low
We be on that other shit, figure y'all the same old, ayo
[Verse 2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
I'm business-minded individual
Eating good off rap, I snack on rats and live off my residuals
Cooley in the cut, counting blessings and feeling spiritual
Get money and chill every day, it's like a ritual
Habitual smoker, I stay high off that medicinal kush
Cruising through the city, Locing, feeling invincible
And the new machine so clean, I'm invisible
Behind these dark tints, my nigga, picture that visual
Picture me pulling up to a condo with a river view
You lames still hating, mane, but we ain't hearing you
Here to do what we do, get this money, share with a few
Nigga been grinding since Timbaland and Magoo was crew
Ain't nothing changed but my change, lil homie, my gear is new
It's cool, rappers are mad cause the game ain't feeling you
Just step to the sidelines, then shift to me and my crew
Bad bitches and sticky, it's your game, she's rolling with me
I'm cruising through the city, smoking fifties, we puff like Diddy
Really this how I'm living, they lying, they just look silly
Still trying to touch a milly before I'm buried in Gentilly
I was born to ball, real niggas and bitches feel me
I swear, they gon' have to kill me before I stop making it happen
Staying true to my faction, spending Jacksons off rapping
I'm saving up all the fragments, running out of places to stack 'em
Tre's still 'bout that action for niggas who want to asking, what the fuck
First Light lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke DZA)
[Intro]
Yeah
La Musica de Harry Fraud
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Exit in the striker boat
Clean as fuck, eatin' millions and shittin' soap
Its in the ceilings, its in the walls, its in the floor
That's old news, the real drugs is in the floor
Gold shoes, David Spokes on a 94
Fleet wood, my weed and fucking my bottom bitch, how we sleep good
G's spent on that motor work, monsters under these hoods
Clique to thick for you to see through it, you know how we do it
Way different from them, momma who let em in?
Undesirables non-vibal, this is what them bosses flick them lighters to
[Hook: Curren$y]
Yeah, Yeah
This is Harlem in New Orleans
This is old school and dropped foreigns (right)
This that first smoke of the month
This that shit you always wanted (right)
I hope you suckas are ready for it
You know your bitches waiting on it
This is Harlem in New Orleans
This is old school and drop foreign
[Smoke DZA]
Riiiiiight, fuck the fame, give me the money and bud
Nigga could walk through Harlem and its nothin' but love
A1 under these rap Gods that's fuckin' with us
They don't even look cool, most of these niggas are suss
You rockin' with the innovators, imitated, never duplicated
If you don't fill actin', chances is you a hater
I can smell a motherfucka that's jealous, look at you
All in your feelings, you can't help it
Nigga look at the ground where real niggas round
I can see through the fake love and fake pounds
I ain't trippin' I don't kick it wit em
Verses they can copy, as long as they got the ticket for it
DZA
[Hook]
Yeah
La Musica de Harry Fraud
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Exit in the striker boat
Clean as fuck, eatin' millions and shittin' soap
Its in the ceilings, its in the walls, its in the floor
That's old news, the real drugs is in the floor
Gold shoes, David Spokes on a 94
Fleet wood, my weed and fucking my bottom bitch, how we sleep good
G's spent on that motor work, monsters under these hoods
Clique to thick for you to see through it, you know how we do it
Way different from them, momma who let em in?
Undesirables non-vibal, this is what them bosses flick them lighters to
[Hook: Curren$y]
Yeah, Yeah
This is Harlem in New Orleans
This is old school and dropped foreigns (right)
This that first smoke of the month
This that shit you always wanted (right)
I hope you suckas are ready for it
You know your bitches waiting on it
This is Harlem in New Orleans
This is old school and drop foreign
[Smoke DZA]
Riiiiiight, fuck the fame, give me the money and bud
Nigga could walk through Harlem and its nothin' but love
A1 under these rap Gods that's fuckin' with us
They don't even look cool, most of these niggas are suss
You rockin' with the innovators, imitated, never duplicated
If you don't fill actin', chances is you a hater
I can smell a motherfucka that's jealous, look at you
All in your feelings, you can't help it
Nigga look at the ground where real niggas round
I can see through the fake love and fake pounds
I ain't trippin' I don't kick it wit em
Verses they can copy, as long as they got the ticket for it
DZA
[Hook]
Gifts lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke DZA)
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Bosses is how we prone to think
Communicate with killers via core links
Some of my niggas went from the corner to the coroner
I made it out, luxury bust, tourin' love, right
Feelin' better than head on the wake up
Roll me up a bomber like it’s great stuff
Won a couple dollars of the next verse
Pacers as I’m ranged up
Already in better days than Ice Cube had
That’s word to Terrence Howard, durag
All my life I’ve been a cool cat (word)
I bought the seven and some Ewings
You lookin bad in that bullshit you in
I speak ebonics and Ben Franklin fluent
Every boss once was the best student
Been hustler since the true one
I’m a top ten nigga, L7
You a fuckin square nigga, we could never square it wit ya
DZA
[Hook]
Bring in the music
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
It’s my gift to you
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yea bitch
They gotta weigh it on a scale they weigh the wales with
With one sniff I make a german sheppard back flip
3 small gold chains, 2 pinky rings
And one big fuckin' dream to own all this
Empire under construction
Hard hats zone, work going on
Hazardous habits has me hustling but fuck it holmes
Master this grab but as the cash stacks
Bitches is going bad for that
Put you on light socks, put you on like my watch
Put you up like a poster
Lucky motherfuckers getting ganged from the cultures and didn’t even know it
The last Don poets
Who never sold they souls and still in motion
Breaking that do’ in
And you silly motherfuckers thought it’s just bout smoking
Shit
[Hook]
Bring in the music
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
It’s my gift to you
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
Bring in the music
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
It’s my gift to you
[Outro]
We sing a song
Especially for you
Bosses is how we prone to think
Communicate with killers via core links
Some of my niggas went from the corner to the coroner
I made it out, luxury bust, tourin' love, right
Feelin' better than head on the wake up
Roll me up a bomber like it’s great stuff
Won a couple dollars of the next verse
Pacers as I’m ranged up
Already in better days than Ice Cube had
That’s word to Terrence Howard, durag
All my life I’ve been a cool cat (word)
I bought the seven and some Ewings
You lookin bad in that bullshit you in
I speak ebonics and Ben Franklin fluent
Every boss once was the best student
Been hustler since the true one
I’m a top ten nigga, L7
You a fuckin square nigga, we could never square it wit ya
DZA
[Hook]
Bring in the music
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
It’s my gift to you
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yea bitch
They gotta weigh it on a scale they weigh the wales with
With one sniff I make a german sheppard back flip
3 small gold chains, 2 pinky rings
And one big fuckin' dream to own all this
Empire under construction
Hard hats zone, work going on
Hazardous habits has me hustling but fuck it holmes
Master this grab but as the cash stacks
Bitches is going bad for that
Put you on light socks, put you on like my watch
Put you up like a poster
Lucky motherfuckers getting ganged from the cultures and didn’t even know it
The last Don poets
Who never sold they souls and still in motion
Breaking that do’ in
And you silly motherfuckers thought it’s just bout smoking
Shit
[Hook]
Bring in the music
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
It’s my gift to you
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
Bring in the music
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
It’s my gift to you
[Outro]
We sing a song
Especially for you
Thursday Car lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke DZA)
[Hook]
My own head told me kill them bitches
Rollin out while we handle our business
I know the haters there but we ain’t trippin'
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
We too busy being them niggas
We too busy being them niggas
We too busy being them niggas
Big money, good weed and fly bitches
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
High dealings, high ceilings
Hot bitches, high heeling
I’m smooth, hair and bone over to Oxford
We fuckin mobsters, we just cop the car, fuck it
We rave the spot and drop duckets
You hate it, I love it
On the low you admire me, probably dub it
You know how they do
Use your own shit and try to play you
Haters hate, but I’m slick though
Respect, you getting zero
Chop, cold cut, tryna be hero
Got the dower for a courteous price
My Cali bitch brought thirty on a flight
Nigga, Ripley’s Believe It or Not
It’ll be gone before you get off the clock
You hustlin' minimal caine
Throw your work in the air like 'Bron before the game
Full partners in bucket hats
Designer sweat pants in them fresh 3’s
We gave you niggas the blueprint
Knock ahead, and get fresh B
All that double R round like then we supply shit
Let’s not forget Rakim
I said go ahead and get fresh B
My nigga D the baby do the white on whites on
Yall throw yours back on
Yea, go ahead and get fresh B
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Currensy]
Backseat cypher
Me, my weed, my lighter
Pass the weed to my driver
My driver like MacGyver
Get me in and out of
Traffic where they catch it
I’m van the nick and time of these lil bars ain’t rhyme up
They uh, kinda
Tryna be like us
So styles, I improvise em
Copycat niggas, you a box of kitty litter
A boss ain’t in ya
So you takin' losses in the time you go against us
Bitches get something to remember when they visit
On the corner with me and that normal G was hittin switchers
Now you go low ‘cus she no longer wanna be wit ya
I’m out Soho strappin, stop, take some pictures
Real recognize the same kind
Ape shit, I never killed another primate
Cadillac trucks back to back outside
While we inside buyin bate
You too broke to fix yo face hah?
[Hook]
My own head told me kill them bitches
Rollin out while we handle our business
I know the haters there but we ain’t trippin'
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
We too busy being them niggas
We too busy being them niggas
We too busy being them niggas
Big money, good weed and fly bitches
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
High dealings, high ceilings
Hot bitches, high heeling
I’m smooth, hair and bone over to Oxford
We fuckin mobsters, we just cop the car, fuck it
We rave the spot and drop duckets
You hate it, I love it
On the low you admire me, probably dub it
You know how they do
Use your own shit and try to play you
Haters hate, but I’m slick though
Respect, you getting zero
Chop, cold cut, tryna be hero
Got the dower for a courteous price
My Cali bitch brought thirty on a flight
Nigga, Ripley’s Believe It or Not
It’ll be gone before you get off the clock
You hustlin' minimal caine
Throw your work in the air like 'Bron before the game
Full partners in bucket hats
Designer sweat pants in them fresh 3’s
We gave you niggas the blueprint
Knock ahead, and get fresh B
All that double R round like then we supply shit
Let’s not forget Rakim
I said go ahead and get fresh B
My nigga D the baby do the white on whites on
Yall throw yours back on
Yea, go ahead and get fresh B
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Currensy]
Backseat cypher
Me, my weed, my lighter
Pass the weed to my driver
My driver like MacGyver
Get me in and out of
Traffic where they catch it
I’m van the nick and time of these lil bars ain’t rhyme up
They uh, kinda
Tryna be like us
So styles, I improvise em
Copycat niggas, you a box of kitty litter
A boss ain’t in ya
So you takin' losses in the time you go against us
Bitches get something to remember when they visit
On the corner with me and that normal G was hittin switchers
Now you go low ‘cus she no longer wanna be wit ya
I’m out Soho strappin, stop, take some pictures
Real recognize the same kind
Ape shit, I never killed another primate
Cadillac trucks back to back outside
While we inside buyin bate
You too broke to fix yo face hah?
[Hook]
10 Bricks lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Big KRIT & French Montana)
[Intro: French Montana]
Ill slow it down for em you know?
Sometimes they say you gotta laugh
You might laugh to cry out
Oh man, when you get time to relax?
That's the question, know what Im sayin'?
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Homie I just lost my only paper, back to square one
Feel like misery is my only neighbor
They say God protect us, I dunno why I feel safer with a burner
Gettin high got me locked up in the prison
Smellin' like last night, why people sellin' their soul for the fast life?
No nobody loves it, and they tell us go fight for the flag, but don't fight for them colors
Watch some television, have you baptist and your brain washed
What to wear, where to live, what to do when a friend is a friend with a motive em
Broke plans have a nigga down feelin hopeless
Hopin' I can make mills 'fore I lay on my back
On the block where a million niggas flippin' packs
Grabbin my leg, feel like crabs in the bucket cant get ahead
[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Cause either niggas waitin' on ya or they hatin' on ya
Tell em I aint fallin off never
Bitch I say but they dont want it
I put some money on it, coldest motherfucker ever
Cause either you a made man or your game plan changed
Tryna make that kind of money that dont exchange hands
You the pimp type or you hoe'n out
Motherfuckers know exactly what I'm talkin' bout
[Verse 2: Currensy]
Too much goin' on to think about
Old school Camero like the new ones never dropped
Bitch wavin' while Im swingin' but I cant stop
Like that green, bitch we always got that green light, which you mean?
Taco where I please, hoe be like "dont leave"
But baby Im in the breeze
Money dont grow on em, but I for sure smoke on em
Cadillac with the rits with the true spokes on em
Labs whatever you want, we have
Flingin' like the rock fire by David and Goliath
Word rhymin' Heisman, Joe Namath with my fur coat sidelinin'
I bought Rolex watches for all of my offensive linemen
Because its time to make it happen, audio dope boy magic
Burnin' through the plastic, touchdown passes
Flickin' fleas off like ashes
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Niggas actin funny on the daily, spare me
I be in different motions sincerely
Not a fuck given in my body, sorry
Try to hit me with that old school game, Atari
Leave like Lawrys nigga saucy as siht
You know the type back bite, but when they see you straight hop on your dick
I'm like are these niggas stupid or naw?
Rhetorical question as I puff on my 'gar
Aint heard from my homie in weeks he in the hole
But I get that unavailable call I already know
As soon as a nigga press 5, he hit me with a riiiight
I be hyped daddy keepin' spirits alive
Said he heard me on the radio the whole building was live
He like "I wont see daylight soon"
But as long as you shinin' bro I'll be cool
[Hook]
Ill slow it down for em you know?
Sometimes they say you gotta laugh
You might laugh to cry out
Oh man, when you get time to relax?
That's the question, know what Im sayin'?
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Homie I just lost my only paper, back to square one
Feel like misery is my only neighbor
They say God protect us, I dunno why I feel safer with a burner
Gettin high got me locked up in the prison
Smellin' like last night, why people sellin' their soul for the fast life?
No nobody loves it, and they tell us go fight for the flag, but don't fight for them colors
Watch some television, have you baptist and your brain washed
What to wear, where to live, what to do when a friend is a friend with a motive em
Broke plans have a nigga down feelin hopeless
Hopin' I can make mills 'fore I lay on my back
On the block where a million niggas flippin' packs
Grabbin my leg, feel like crabs in the bucket cant get ahead
[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Cause either niggas waitin' on ya or they hatin' on ya
Tell em I aint fallin off never
Bitch I say but they dont want it
I put some money on it, coldest motherfucker ever
Cause either you a made man or your game plan changed
Tryna make that kind of money that dont exchange hands
You the pimp type or you hoe'n out
Motherfuckers know exactly what I'm talkin' bout
[Verse 2: Currensy]
Too much goin' on to think about
Old school Camero like the new ones never dropped
Bitch wavin' while Im swingin' but I cant stop
Like that green, bitch we always got that green light, which you mean?
Taco where I please, hoe be like "dont leave"
But baby Im in the breeze
Money dont grow on em, but I for sure smoke on em
Cadillac with the rits with the true spokes on em
Labs whatever you want, we have
Flingin' like the rock fire by David and Goliath
Word rhymin' Heisman, Joe Namath with my fur coat sidelinin'
I bought Rolex watches for all of my offensive linemen
Because its time to make it happen, audio dope boy magic
Burnin' through the plastic, touchdown passes
Flickin' fleas off like ashes
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Niggas actin funny on the daily, spare me
I be in different motions sincerely
Not a fuck given in my body, sorry
Try to hit me with that old school game, Atari
Leave like Lawrys nigga saucy as siht
You know the type back bite, but when they see you straight hop on your dick
I'm like are these niggas stupid or naw?
Rhetorical question as I puff on my 'gar
Aint heard from my homie in weeks he in the hole
But I get that unavailable call I already know
As soon as a nigga press 5, he hit me with a riiiight
I be hyped daddy keepin' spirits alive
Said he heard me on the radio the whole building was live
He like "I wont see daylight soon"
But as long as you shinin' bro I'll be cool
[Hook]
Bales lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Smoking a hundred dollar joint
Major presentation, nigga Power Point
Homes, hesitation never been a choice
Early bird gets the Rolls Royce
Baby cakes Duncan Hines moist
Cause that money make her come anywhere I am
She not dumb anytime she hear my voice
Like a money machine luxury fiend
Do anything survive the cobra's clutches
Hopscotch hot coals on solid gold crutches bitch cold
Ice man can't touch it half court raining buckets
Star struck bitches behaving like lightning hit 'em
Hold they hearts I'm in the building
Oh lord Andretti killed 'em
When they swung that '76 glass house three wheeling
Surveillance vans parked up the block tryna peep the dealings
Like I don't see them
I tell my bitch to bring them a nice pitcher of ice tea since they thirsty
Out right parched for the downfall of a boss
Homie not me soon as one ends another one start this is season six
We take the food plate and table cloths from a sip off rip lock your shit
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And I find myself blunted
One million dollar thoughts I'm just tryna make some money
Turn my rainy day sunny
Frank White style, my city I run it, skinny nigga turned chubby
For safety my burner under my Rugby
Either hate me or love me I'm purple label my luggage
Uh, I try my best to dodge trouble
You see Spitta my brother, you catch us puffing in public
Trill nigga one hundred better yet one thousand
Good God, will I make it out this jungle
I'm just a nigga from the bricks with a bitch who's from London
Big dog Bill Russell from a bucket to a Hummer
They say the good die young I've seen the pretty turn ugly
They either shoot [?] at a bitch I shoot [?]
They heard me to my stomach so his momma cry a puddle
420 vision from up here's mad blurry
Smoking a hundred dollar joint
Major presentation, nigga Power Point
Homes, hesitation never been a choice
Early bird gets the Rolls Royce
Baby cakes Duncan Hines moist
Cause that money make her come anywhere I am
She not dumb anytime she hear my voice
Like a money machine luxury fiend
Do anything survive the cobra's clutches
Hopscotch hot coals on solid gold crutches bitch cold
Ice man can't touch it half court raining buckets
Star struck bitches behaving like lightning hit 'em
Hold they hearts I'm in the building
Oh lord Andretti killed 'em
When they swung that '76 glass house three wheeling
Surveillance vans parked up the block tryna peep the dealings
Like I don't see them
I tell my bitch to bring them a nice pitcher of ice tea since they thirsty
Out right parched for the downfall of a boss
Homie not me soon as one ends another one start this is season six
We take the food plate and table cloths from a sip off rip lock your shit
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And I find myself blunted
One million dollar thoughts I'm just tryna make some money
Turn my rainy day sunny
Frank White style, my city I run it, skinny nigga turned chubby
For safety my burner under my Rugby
Either hate me or love me I'm purple label my luggage
Uh, I try my best to dodge trouble
You see Spitta my brother, you catch us puffing in public
Trill nigga one hundred better yet one thousand
Good God, will I make it out this jungle
I'm just a nigga from the bricks with a bitch who's from London
Big dog Bill Russell from a bucket to a Hummer
They say the good die young I've seen the pretty turn ugly
They either shoot [?] at a bitch I shoot [?]
They heard me to my stomach so his momma cry a puddle
420 vision from up here's mad blurry
Grizzly lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Verse 1 - Young Roddy:]
Guess who's bizack, bitch
You can smell the blow in my clothes - I relapse, bitch
This one for my homies who been trappin' in that trap, bitch
Who tryin' to go get it, push that pedal to the mat, bitch
But if it's 'bout some business tell 'em hit me on my jack
I'm self-made man I never had to piggyback
Like Paul Pierce, I'm the truth, no lyin' in these raps
Use Good Sense bags to bag this audio crack
Real nigga, with my brother I spit my last
True stoner, every moment, smokin' on that gas
Success all in my pathway, I got them haters mad
I'm only catchin' flights, they catchin' feelings mad fast
So bitch ass niggas probably talk behind my back
Gold diggin' bitches tryin' to get keys to my pad
Sorry, never that, nice try, but never that, ho
Tryin' not to make a sound, creepin' out that back, doe, piss po'
But I got my eye on a milli
Twistin' up that killer got my fingertips sticky
I thought this chick was with me, tryin' to stick my for my chippies
Always had a feelin' she was tryin' to catch my slippin'
I guess she on her grizzly too
[Hook x2:]
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Damn, I guess she on her grizzly too
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
One for the money, two for the bitches
Can't knock the hustle, cause mama on her grizzly
If them niggas fall for it, then she pick up them Benjis
Niggas'll support her, escort her through them corridors
It ain't nothin' but Gs, feel the aura, ho
To a captain save-a, my set is a horror show
Hold tight behavior, corrected, whenever the real step in
Swear she got that pimp scent off me
That the smell of that money and that killer in the car with me
Bitches callin' me daddy, got me feelin' quite fatherly
A boss in these streets
Checkin' my financial gains quarterly
Profit margins increase largely
Smart ass bitches is on me
Aware of my growth, my net, my gain but I reverse that
I'm at your throat bitch, this game
Oh, you on your grind? I'm double time on mine
Check that
[Hook x2]
Guess who's bizack, bitch
You can smell the blow in my clothes - I relapse, bitch
This one for my homies who been trappin' in that trap, bitch
Who tryin' to go get it, push that pedal to the mat, bitch
But if it's 'bout some business tell 'em hit me on my jack
I'm self-made man I never had to piggyback
Like Paul Pierce, I'm the truth, no lyin' in these raps
Use Good Sense bags to bag this audio crack
Real nigga, with my brother I spit my last
True stoner, every moment, smokin' on that gas
Success all in my pathway, I got them haters mad
I'm only catchin' flights, they catchin' feelings mad fast
So bitch ass niggas probably talk behind my back
Gold diggin' bitches tryin' to get keys to my pad
Sorry, never that, nice try, but never that, ho
Tryin' not to make a sound, creepin' out that back, doe, piss po'
But I got my eye on a milli
Twistin' up that killer got my fingertips sticky
I thought this chick was with me, tryin' to stick my for my chippies
Always had a feelin' she was tryin' to catch my slippin'
I guess she on her grizzly too
[Hook x2:]
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Damn, I guess she on her grizzly too
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
One for the money, two for the bitches
Can't knock the hustle, cause mama on her grizzly
If them niggas fall for it, then she pick up them Benjis
Niggas'll support her, escort her through them corridors
It ain't nothin' but Gs, feel the aura, ho
To a captain save-a, my set is a horror show
Hold tight behavior, corrected, whenever the real step in
Swear she got that pimp scent off me
That the smell of that money and that killer in the car with me
Bitches callin' me daddy, got me feelin' quite fatherly
A boss in these streets
Checkin' my financial gains quarterly
Profit margins increase largely
Smart ass bitches is on me
Aware of my growth, my net, my gain but I reverse that
I'm at your throat bitch, this game
Oh, you on your grind? I'm double time on mine
Check that
[Hook x2]
Weather Channel lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Fish bowling, cougar bitches notice
Vintage exotic rolling, Turbo 97 Lotus
Dosha in my upholstery, this is a soldier story
Smoking with my uncles who opened them doors for me
Every detail was gorey on the road to the glory
But if my life was easy my autobiography would be boring
But this a how to guide, holy matrimony
How to marry money, how to manage funding
Get it and spend it but, always remember a
Couple of pretty pennies keep the rain up off your windows
Strain the endo, insane OG enzo
Ferrari on my mind until it's parked in front my front door
Floatin' in my crib like I'm living in a house boat
I got a safe in this bitch, gold bars stamped 14k on these bricks
Danny Ocean how I set a heist in motion
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
When I asked for a helping hand they told me hell no
Spit the from the soul like the homie Ab-Soul
Stressed out I burn an L with my best bro
Just hoping that them cops don't come knocking at my door
I thank God for them shows, thank God to hit the road
Cause without that, back in the trap bagging O's
Money cars and clothes that's all a nigga know
And that lifestyle I'll never make a wack nigga fold
I'll make your heart turn cold, it ain't no love for no ho
And it's still Jets at your mofucking throat
Got a wicked jump shot, I pump
Blow, I done both
Got the whip smelling like a pound of marijuana smoke
I stay highed up roasted, plotting on my fortune
This poetry in motion, them real niggas quote this
I never had no piss, still don't take no shit
But I'm all about that good sense that ignorance is bullshit
Fish bowling, cougar bitches notice
Vintage exotic rolling, Turbo 97 Lotus
Dosha in my upholstery, this is a soldier story
Smoking with my uncles who opened them doors for me
Every detail was gorey on the road to the glory
But if my life was easy my autobiography would be boring
But this a how to guide, holy matrimony
How to marry money, how to manage funding
Get it and spend it but, always remember a
Couple of pretty pennies keep the rain up off your windows
Strain the endo, insane OG enzo
Ferrari on my mind until it's parked in front my front door
Floatin' in my crib like I'm living in a house boat
I got a safe in this bitch, gold bars stamped 14k on these bricks
Danny Ocean how I set a heist in motion
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
When I asked for a helping hand they told me hell no
Spit the from the soul like the homie Ab-Soul
Stressed out I burn an L with my best bro
Just hoping that them cops don't come knocking at my door
I thank God for them shows, thank God to hit the road
Cause without that, back in the trap bagging O's
Money cars and clothes that's all a nigga know
And that lifestyle I'll never make a wack nigga fold
I'll make your heart turn cold, it ain't no love for no ho
And it's still Jets at your mofucking throat
Got a wicked jump shot, I pump
Blow, I done both
Got the whip smelling like a pound of marijuana smoke
I stay highed up roasted, plotting on my fortune
This poetry in motion, them real niggas quote this
I never had no piss, still don't take no shit
But I'm all about that good sense that ignorance is bullshit
Certified lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Verse - Young Roddy:]
Had mary jane all on my brain while sittin' up in this interview
Weed smoke all in my lungs I'm bound to fail this physical
Beefin' with that nigga fuck I might fuck his girl intentional
Crap game that second period I'm tryna duck that principal
Was flat broke but I won 300 bucks fuck I guess this will do
I spent it all on a pitbull and some Michael Jordan tennis shoes
Thought I came up but I came short boy real talk that's critical
But real niggas don't fold I hold my head high, I'm a general
And I feel Wayne with no worries but I wonder will I see thirty
Cause them jack boys stay rollin' man them niggas outchea lurkin'
And I'm still riding like fuck em and that make my mom mad nervous
No leaks around my faucet man them groupie bitches so thirsty
Bitch I'm shinin' cause I'm working gettin' that paper cause I deserve it
Tryna smoke away my pain I hope this L never stop burnin'
It's just me myself plus mary tryna make it out of this journey
I try to share my vision but they vision way too blurry
And them same niggas they riding with'll be the same niggas that burn em
Them same niggas they plottin' with be the same niggas that murk em
My cousin got him a 9 to 5 but his money slow as a turtle
Now he hollerin' bout how he quitting straight back to the block to go get it
And I can't even much blame him he like "hurry up and get famous"
Cause yo shit colder than they shit he say they ain't even much hating
So till they get you your tour bus he be posted up and he slangin'
Put your living up in that murder cap be no gang banging they banging
It's Jet Life to my next life with the Andretti and Mingo
Smoke that Sour D for my nerves, fool, and that O-G for my anger
Cloud nine what I'm sitting on full sky cap my angle
But when I'm done ho please don't fall in love
[Hook x4:]
No pills just weed killing pussy all night
Damn right show you right damn right show you right
Had mary jane all on my brain while sittin' up in this interview
Weed smoke all in my lungs I'm bound to fail this physical
Beefin' with that nigga fuck I might fuck his girl intentional
Crap game that second period I'm tryna duck that principal
Was flat broke but I won 300 bucks fuck I guess this will do
I spent it all on a pitbull and some Michael Jordan tennis shoes
Thought I came up but I came short boy real talk that's critical
But real niggas don't fold I hold my head high, I'm a general
And I feel Wayne with no worries but I wonder will I see thirty
Cause them jack boys stay rollin' man them niggas outchea lurkin'
And I'm still riding like fuck em and that make my mom mad nervous
No leaks around my faucet man them groupie bitches so thirsty
Bitch I'm shinin' cause I'm working gettin' that paper cause I deserve it
Tryna smoke away my pain I hope this L never stop burnin'
It's just me myself plus mary tryna make it out of this journey
I try to share my vision but they vision way too blurry
And them same niggas they riding with'll be the same niggas that burn em
Them same niggas they plottin' with be the same niggas that murk em
My cousin got him a 9 to 5 but his money slow as a turtle
Now he hollerin' bout how he quitting straight back to the block to go get it
And I can't even much blame him he like "hurry up and get famous"
Cause yo shit colder than they shit he say they ain't even much hating
So till they get you your tour bus he be posted up and he slangin'
Put your living up in that murder cap be no gang banging they banging
It's Jet Life to my next life with the Andretti and Mingo
Smoke that Sour D for my nerves, fool, and that O-G for my anger
Cloud nine what I'm sitting on full sky cap my angle
But when I'm done ho please don't fall in love
[Hook x4:]
No pills just weed killing pussy all night
Damn right show you right damn right show you right
The War On Drugs lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Sharper than my nephew's edge up
Bitches tryna be under the Don so they step up
Apply to ride with your highness
Only the best of the bunch, pick of the litter
The prized pup grew to be a big dog
This ain't new to me, seen it through my homies eyes, true OG's
Now I ride them pretty cars down gruesome streets
Dead partners in my ear reminding me what these jealous niggas will do to me
So I can never sleep
Light power nap, three hour flight, collect them stacks
We keep it moving we, can't stop, brake lines pop
Headlines made, front page
I rock sweatpants on any occas', baby, why not
Make a bop out of your lady, silencer from a potato
OG Bobby Johnson now I live like Ox, son
Big ass house son, weed in the bowl, I'm on the couch son
With my homeboy in route, son
So assassination attempts will yield a different outcome
I don't even really be 'bout none
But my brothers watching son, so watch it son
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
They say wake up and smell the Folgers
But I'm from the hood, when I wake up I smell yola
Now my girl want me back
Bitch I tried to told you that one day I get this dough
But she thought that I was bogus
Said I'm acting funny since she get the cold shoulder
Like I don't know her
Shit, Rod' a grown man, I'm no doja
They label me a fo' nick totter, a marijuana smoker
Who hardly ever sober I stay highed up, loaded
Uh, let's get this money that's what my uncle taught me, yea
I stand for something, now where your guts and glory, yea
And I'm no baby boy, Roddy no Jody
I got real nigga status fool, I bet your lady know me
I'm killing these cowards tell them haters die slowly
They hate to see me up and see me ball like Ginóbili
They'd rather see me injured on the side like Kobe
But it's crunch time I gotta get mine, them pussies owe me, nigga
[Hook x4:]
Amongst the thunder and clouds, we breaks it down
Moving in silence, but them actions speak loud
They try to Xerox the flows, we switch our style
Sharper than my nephew's edge up
Bitches tryna be under the Don so they step up
Apply to ride with your highness
Only the best of the bunch, pick of the litter
The prized pup grew to be a big dog
This ain't new to me, seen it through my homies eyes, true OG's
Now I ride them pretty cars down gruesome streets
Dead partners in my ear reminding me what these jealous niggas will do to me
So I can never sleep
Light power nap, three hour flight, collect them stacks
We keep it moving we, can't stop, brake lines pop
Headlines made, front page
I rock sweatpants on any occas', baby, why not
Make a bop out of your lady, silencer from a potato
OG Bobby Johnson now I live like Ox, son
Big ass house son, weed in the bowl, I'm on the couch son
With my homeboy in route, son
So assassination attempts will yield a different outcome
I don't even really be 'bout none
But my brothers watching son, so watch it son
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
They say wake up and smell the Folgers
But I'm from the hood, when I wake up I smell yola
Now my girl want me back
Bitch I tried to told you that one day I get this dough
But she thought that I was bogus
Said I'm acting funny since she get the cold shoulder
Like I don't know her
Shit, Rod' a grown man, I'm no doja
They label me a fo' nick totter, a marijuana smoker
Who hardly ever sober I stay highed up, loaded
Uh, let's get this money that's what my uncle taught me, yea
I stand for something, now where your guts and glory, yea
And I'm no baby boy, Roddy no Jody
I got real nigga status fool, I bet your lady know me
I'm killing these cowards tell them haters die slowly
They hate to see me up and see me ball like Ginóbili
They'd rather see me injured on the side like Kobe
But it's crunch time I gotta get mine, them pussies owe me, nigga
[Hook x4:]
Amongst the thunder and clouds, we breaks it down
Moving in silence, but them actions speak loud
They try to Xerox the flows, we switch our style
100 Spokes lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
("Bales" Version)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Single engine Cessna
Amphibious landing gear, terrain treacherous here
Square groupers, blocks of white cheddar
Precious metals, butter soft leathers
Shakers and movers, business is booming
Lil nigga, you know who you in the room with?
Big boss, killer whales and sharks, ain't no tuna fish
We'll know who was fit when the casualties get tallied
There will be a list, carved in stone for all the soldiers buried
In this bloody mud, war on drugs
I just rap like it's packages, ducking the fucking fuzz
Jealous of my status, wan' know what it was
We'll put 'em in that position, to any bust can we link em?
But I'm four joints rolled up, back of that black tour bus thinking
Up more dope by the boatloads, stay afloat no sinking
100 spokes on the Lincoln, Rivieras on [?]
Parked outside the fortress, where the money ain't never sleeping
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
My grandpa left me a Cadillac with the white walls
Was on a mission, hear my tires scratch off
Came up, fell back off
My momma sent me to the store to cop a pack of Newports
And a lotto ticket scratch off
Hope we hit that jackpot at least one time
Trying not to get locked out by one time
That cheddar on my mind I only see green, I'm color blind
Shout out to Sean John and [?] I'm tryna shine
With a hundred bag in my pocket
Seven grams you can acknowledge
Better watch out for your trail, this shit get real when the feds watchin'
I'm known to clock my dollars got his girl dancing topless
Better slow your roll Charlie I run laps around your posse
I spit 'til they start drowning ain't no love for the out of towner
My Chevy engine stay grinding, kept 100 shots in my chopper
That a hundred hoes in that lobby, got a bad bitch and she bout it
She tryna get to my home, I used to roll on chrome
Now I ride on 100 spokes, out
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Single engine Cessna
Amphibious landing gear, terrain treacherous here
Square groupers, blocks of white cheddar
Precious metals, butter soft leathers
Shakers and movers, business is booming
Lil nigga, you know who you in the room with?
Big boss, killer whales and sharks, ain't no tuna fish
We'll know who was fit when the casualties get tallied
There will be a list, carved in stone for all the soldiers buried
In this bloody mud, war on drugs
I just rap like it's packages, ducking the fucking fuzz
Jealous of my status, wan' know what it was
We'll put 'em in that position, to any bust can we link em?
But I'm four joints rolled up, back of that black tour bus thinking
Up more dope by the boatloads, stay afloat no sinking
100 spokes on the Lincoln, Rivieras on [?]
Parked outside the fortress, where the money ain't never sleeping
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
My grandpa left me a Cadillac with the white walls
Was on a mission, hear my tires scratch off
Came up, fell back off
My momma sent me to the store to cop a pack of Newports
And a lotto ticket scratch off
Hope we hit that jackpot at least one time
Trying not to get locked out by one time
That cheddar on my mind I only see green, I'm color blind
Shout out to Sean John and [?] I'm tryna shine
With a hundred bag in my pocket
Seven grams you can acknowledge
Better watch out for your trail, this shit get real when the feds watchin'
I'm known to clock my dollars got his girl dancing topless
Better slow your roll Charlie I run laps around your posse
I spit 'til they start drowning ain't no love for the out of towner
My Chevy engine stay grinding, kept 100 shots in my chopper
That a hundred hoes in that lobby, got a bad bitch and she bout it
She tryna get to my home, I used to roll on chrome
Now I ride on 100 spokes, out
AD4 lyrics - (feat. Young Roddy)
[Verse:]
Parking lot littered with supercars
Guest list musicians, model bitches
Coke-dealing superstars, soul glitter
Nose sniffles, audio dope, docking the boat
Anchor and chain, solid-gold rope
Double dutch honeys in a two-seater dune buggy, running from me
We run this money, and I don't think you from here, dummy
Your weed smell funny, your clothes too bummy, them hoes too ugly
Meek told you it's levels to it
Buy it right the first time, don't go back and add a bezel to it
I was listening when Jay said it
So when I got paid, I've been the same way that
David Blaine blessed me, baby angels
Diamond wings lift me over the game's dangers
They don't invite me to they rap awards, it's all good
I don't wanna smoke my gas with y'all
Interior leather, the texture of a basketball
In that '87, 93 octane in the air
And in the tank of the '87, highway to heaven
[Outro x2:]
Money on my mind, money on the line
Thinking 'bout paying me, make it on time
Scrape it into the shape, all straight lines
Don't overdose, dope audio, audio dope
Parking lot littered with supercars
Guest list musicians, model bitches
Coke-dealing superstars, soul glitter
Nose sniffles, audio dope, docking the boat
Anchor and chain, solid-gold rope
Double dutch honeys in a two-seater dune buggy, running from me
We run this money, and I don't think you from here, dummy
Your weed smell funny, your clothes too bummy, them hoes too ugly
Meek told you it's levels to it
Buy it right the first time, don't go back and add a bezel to it
I was listening when Jay said it
So when I got paid, I've been the same way that
David Blaine blessed me, baby angels
Diamond wings lift me over the game's dangers
They don't invite me to they rap awards, it's all good
I don't wanna smoke my gas with y'all
Interior leather, the texture of a basketball
In that '87, 93 octane in the air
And in the tank of the '87, highway to heaven
[Outro x2:]
Money on my mind, money on the line
Thinking 'bout paying me, make it on time
Scrape it into the shape, all straight lines
Don't overdose, dope audio, audio dope
Mo Money lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Juvenile & Young Roddy)
[Hook:]
Loud money
Macho money
Stunt money
Show money
Blow money
Dough money
Your money
No money
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I do my thing in the booth, the streets know
You hear my chains in the booth, I wear my gold
We pull up front of your bitch, lift up them doors
She all about that jet life so fuck yours
These bitches know I'm stoned anywhere I go
And when ain't coming in if we can't smoke
Fuck your rules, I'm too cool for that, bro
I buy the building, throw you out the back door
Carlito shouldn't have let Benny Blanco go
Cause everywhere you turn they coming for your throat
That's why I keep my circle tight, jet lifers in the cypher
Bending corners, breaking bitches, making dough
Coming up
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Juvenile:]
Dope money, that's paperweight
Loose leaf my paper straight
C-notes and they face to face
China nigga, no paper plates
Silver back we're not silver spoon
Business man but I'm still a goon
I'm rolling, nigga, like wheelbarrows
Y'all joke niggas like Will Ferrells
My money stupid like Lil' Darryl
Y'all bank account is getting real narrow
I fuck the deal, up and run at night
Vampire on that life
And I know you hate my guts, woa'
Cause I got everything you want in life
Waking up and I'm counting up
Cause that mula start my morning rite
Well my morning right and my evening good
When my evening good then my family eating
My family, get sanity
That sanity is that man to me
And that man to me know what he said to me
Man as me and no damage me
I don't plan to leave and no baggage either
Nigga didn't give no bands to me
I've got
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Young Roddy:]
I've got dice money, got coke money, got on the run lay low money
I'm a pimp fool I'll take your ho money
And use this shit for my smoke money
Like Deebo I take yo money I'm still spending my old money
Old boy can't fuck with me this lil nigga gettin grown money
Got long paper I smash her good she askin me if I'm on somethin
I make bread fuck with my dope get beat down like you stole somethin
Them cops keep on harassin' me try question me I don't know nothin'
This Juvenile and Young Rod, this Bales bitch we got loads of money
Andretti got a bowl of mari' I kill a block bitch bloody Mary
Jet Life the new Rockafeller my shoe box full of mozzarella
Got stuntin' money for my snow bunny back then I had no money
Until I touched a little blow money had to re-up to make mo money
[Hook]
Loud money
Macho money
Stunt money
Show money
Blow money
Dough money
Your money
No money
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I do my thing in the booth, the streets know
You hear my chains in the booth, I wear my gold
We pull up front of your bitch, lift up them doors
She all about that jet life so fuck yours
These bitches know I'm stoned anywhere I go
And when ain't coming in if we can't smoke
Fuck your rules, I'm too cool for that, bro
I buy the building, throw you out the back door
Carlito shouldn't have let Benny Blanco go
Cause everywhere you turn they coming for your throat
That's why I keep my circle tight, jet lifers in the cypher
Bending corners, breaking bitches, making dough
Coming up
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Juvenile:]
Dope money, that's paperweight
Loose leaf my paper straight
C-notes and they face to face
China nigga, no paper plates
Silver back we're not silver spoon
Business man but I'm still a goon
I'm rolling, nigga, like wheelbarrows
Y'all joke niggas like Will Ferrells
My money stupid like Lil' Darryl
Y'all bank account is getting real narrow
I fuck the deal, up and run at night
Vampire on that life
And I know you hate my guts, woa'
Cause I got everything you want in life
Waking up and I'm counting up
Cause that mula start my morning rite
Well my morning right and my evening good
When my evening good then my family eating
My family, get sanity
That sanity is that man to me
And that man to me know what he said to me
Man as me and no damage me
I don't plan to leave and no baggage either
Nigga didn't give no bands to me
I've got
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Young Roddy:]
I've got dice money, got coke money, got on the run lay low money
I'm a pimp fool I'll take your ho money
And use this shit for my smoke money
Like Deebo I take yo money I'm still spending my old money
Old boy can't fuck with me this lil nigga gettin grown money
Got long paper I smash her good she askin me if I'm on somethin
I make bread fuck with my dope get beat down like you stole somethin
Them cops keep on harassin' me try question me I don't know nothin'
This Juvenile and Young Rod, this Bales bitch we got loads of money
Andretti got a bowl of mari' I kill a block bitch bloody Mary
Jet Life the new Rockafeller my shoe box full of mozzarella
Got stuntin' money for my snow bunny back then I had no money
Until I touched a little blow money had to re-up to make mo money
[Hook]
Right Now lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
No tint on the window, still can't see if I'm in it
Cause my seat back low, and my car full of smoke
Can't stop for them bitches, tryna get in this dough
Chandelier these ceilings, Italian marble these floors
From my one bedroom apartment who knew where I would go
I didn't pay they cut my lights they pay me now I light up shows
Ridin' round in my Rolls, in my terrycloth robes
Various hoes is plotting to get carried over thresholds
But I'm already married, me and this paper we so mofuckin' happy together
I swear I was good but it made me better
Paved the way for the capital letter, B
Stoned like a statue of me perpetually
Let me roll
[Hook x2:]
Money coming in, records coming out
My niggas getting rich, bitches at my house
All this shit I got
Plotting on a million right now, it'll never stop
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And if you talkin' bout chopping a brick then count me in
If you talking 'bout hitting a lick then count me in
If you talking 'bout selling some pills then count me in
Told my homie I'm gon' win, but his reply was when
If you talking 'bout selling some piff then count me in
If you talking it's gon' get me rich quick then count me in
If you talking 'bout stacking some chips then count me in
Cause my baby need some shoes, my girl need half on her rent
They tryna nail me them coppers they tryna nail me
Jet Life, Mackavelli good guy faith don't fail me
No stranger to this danger rolling with my Mac-11
All black Mac-11 man them niggas hella jealous
Not just smoking it I sell it, tryna make a million
Had to get it on my own, wasn't nobody else gon' give me
A goddamn thing we was taught sky's the limit
Never quitting keep pushing stop bitching at least we living
[Hook x2]
No tint on the window, still can't see if I'm in it
Cause my seat back low, and my car full of smoke
Can't stop for them bitches, tryna get in this dough
Chandelier these ceilings, Italian marble these floors
From my one bedroom apartment who knew where I would go
I didn't pay they cut my lights they pay me now I light up shows
Ridin' round in my Rolls, in my terrycloth robes
Various hoes is plotting to get carried over thresholds
But I'm already married, me and this paper we so mofuckin' happy together
I swear I was good but it made me better
Paved the way for the capital letter, B
Stoned like a statue of me perpetually
Let me roll
[Hook x2:]
Money coming in, records coming out
My niggas getting rich, bitches at my house
All this shit I got
Plotting on a million right now, it'll never stop
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And if you talkin' bout chopping a brick then count me in
If you talking 'bout hitting a lick then count me in
If you talking 'bout selling some pills then count me in
Told my homie I'm gon' win, but his reply was when
If you talking 'bout selling some piff then count me in
If you talking it's gon' get me rich quick then count me in
If you talking 'bout stacking some chips then count me in
Cause my baby need some shoes, my girl need half on her rent
They tryna nail me them coppers they tryna nail me
Jet Life, Mackavelli good guy faith don't fail me
No stranger to this danger rolling with my Mac-11
All black Mac-11 man them niggas hella jealous
Not just smoking it I sell it, tryna make a million
Had to get it on my own, wasn't nobody else gon' give me
A goddamn thing we was taught sky's the limit
Never quitting keep pushing stop bitching at least we living
[Hook x2]
Walkie Talkies lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh, colder than the airport
Music hustling, ducking the rap task force
Man, I'm just tryna cop my man's a Porsche
Writing these drugs until my hand get sore
Maneuvering, Cuban links, 24 karats
Who did you think was coming to dinner, it wasn't apparent?
Your nigga Spitta, smellin' like a pound of that killa
Open the window, these suckers lungs too tender
Homes I been in it, for more than a minute
Fathering styles, lot of the niggas is just my littles
I'm a stop, with one button stuntin' dissolve the top
Open air, in something rare
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Them niggas got blood stains all on the dollar bill
But they don't care, they rinse it off 'til ain't nothin' there
Had to keep my kicks clean, may not get another pair
Shit hard, where the fuck I'm coming from they play it raw
My God, I'm tired; I've been running from the law
Even runnin' up the cars, they want me dead behind bars, no sir
Momma got another gig, moved on her own turf
Only fist fights around that time, nobody got murked
Until they started playin' with bangers
Nobody got caught until they started pointing fingers
Sinking, ain't that a bitch
I stay fatigued down on some battle shit
I never tell, I ain't on no Donnie Brasco shit
I'm on Sosa, this life made me a soldier
I'm no Tony, I never turn on my homie, boy
This ain't no country for the wack and the phony boy
This shit could get wicked in this New Jet City nigga
Uh, colder than the airport
Music hustling, ducking the rap task force
Man, I'm just tryna cop my man's a Porsche
Writing these drugs until my hand get sore
Maneuvering, Cuban links, 24 karats
Who did you think was coming to dinner, it wasn't apparent?
Your nigga Spitta, smellin' like a pound of that killa
Open the window, these suckers lungs too tender
Homes I been in it, for more than a minute
Fathering styles, lot of the niggas is just my littles
I'm a stop, with one button stuntin' dissolve the top
Open air, in something rare
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Them niggas got blood stains all on the dollar bill
But they don't care, they rinse it off 'til ain't nothin' there
Had to keep my kicks clean, may not get another pair
Shit hard, where the fuck I'm coming from they play it raw
My God, I'm tired; I've been running from the law
Even runnin' up the cars, they want me dead behind bars, no sir
Momma got another gig, moved on her own turf
Only fist fights around that time, nobody got murked
Until they started playin' with bangers
Nobody got caught until they started pointing fingers
Sinking, ain't that a bitch
I stay fatigued down on some battle shit
I never tell, I ain't on no Donnie Brasco shit
I'm on Sosa, this life made me a soldier
I'm no Tony, I never turn on my homie, boy
This ain't no country for the wack and the phony boy
This shit could get wicked in this New Jet City nigga
Parking Lot Pimps lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Curren$y & Young Roddy)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Sunday night ridin', got my bitch drivin'
I'm passenger side in somethin' look like it's flying
Audio dope on the stove like a fryin' pan
I can get you more, what you want long as you buyin' it
Haters they be eyeing them, we don't pay no mind to them
Designer send me looks, you gon have to stand in line for this
You off in the club ballin' out while I'm outside of it
Three wheel motion sun roof open with my partner and them
When your girl saw me slide she died to get in
And live that Jet Life momma told you kill yaself kid
I lit the doobie then I slid with her
Baddest bitch in the party I didn't have to go in to get her
[Hook x4:]
Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And I stay lifted off that dojier, in my 4 do' rollin'
Outchea tryna get it bitch I'm tryna make a fortune
Headed for that money bitch stop askin' where I'm goin'
Cause you ain't got no business, being up in my business
First car was a wide body was too small to get in it
First bitch was a bad bitch tried to share that ho with my nigga
I got his girl buyin' J's for me nigga real talk I'm pimpin'
I do this shit for my niggas bitch I do this shit for my niggas
Long night with that trap life shit I might as well smoke something
Was way too young to even hit the club shit I might as well post up
Lil nigga big business make her exit out 'fore she entered
I'm leanin' on my whip hun her friend tryna get in it
Work
[Hook x4]
Sunday night ridin', got my bitch drivin'
I'm passenger side in somethin' look like it's flying
Audio dope on the stove like a fryin' pan
I can get you more, what you want long as you buyin' it
Haters they be eyeing them, we don't pay no mind to them
Designer send me looks, you gon have to stand in line for this
You off in the club ballin' out while I'm outside of it
Three wheel motion sun roof open with my partner and them
When your girl saw me slide she died to get in
And live that Jet Life momma told you kill yaself kid
I lit the doobie then I slid with her
Baddest bitch in the party I didn't have to go in to get her
[Hook x4:]
Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And I stay lifted off that dojier, in my 4 do' rollin'
Outchea tryna get it bitch I'm tryna make a fortune
Headed for that money bitch stop askin' where I'm goin'
Cause you ain't got no business, being up in my business
First car was a wide body was too small to get in it
First bitch was a bad bitch tried to share that ho with my nigga
I got his girl buyin' J's for me nigga real talk I'm pimpin'
I do this shit for my niggas bitch I do this shit for my niggas
Long night with that trap life shit I might as well smoke something
Was way too young to even hit the club shit I might as well post up
Lil nigga big business make her exit out 'fore she entered
I'm leanin' on my whip hun her friend tryna get in it
Work
[Hook x4]
Cabana lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Up early, smokin' and plottin'
Looking at these lames being thankful I'm not them
This year couple million out the game
And you're wondering how I got them
I got it from going hard, I always stay on my job
Wanna get high you should come to my spot then
And smoke with some heavyweight niggas
Jets, Taylor Gang nigga losing's not a option
Now I'm always on the road
And everywhere I go people asking what I'm rocking
I tell em this is next year's fresh and this year's best
And some shit you niggas not in, so quit copyin'
[Interlude: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah man
You niggas got it confused, trying to do what we do
That's not the point
The point is for you to do you
It's a beautiful thing
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
I'm in the regal, you in a rut
Stuck, can't come up
Old, jealous niggas hatin' on us
Bitches is wishin' you'd shut the fuck up
I'm in the position, set my niggas up tough
What the fuck, just jump
Continents I promise it
I could go from bucks to billions in a minute
Made a split second decision
Executed with precision
I feel attention when I walk in the room
Old cuddly ass niggas go to hidin' they woman
Thinkin' I'm a walk up to 'em, but I don't do it
Baby girl know the big shit from the manure
I could help you shine like a jeweler
Candy paint make an old whip newer
Up early, smokin' and plottin'
Looking at these lames being thankful I'm not them
This year couple million out the game
And you're wondering how I got them
I got it from going hard, I always stay on my job
Wanna get high you should come to my spot then
And smoke with some heavyweight niggas
Jets, Taylor Gang nigga losing's not a option
Now I'm always on the road
And everywhere I go people asking what I'm rocking
I tell em this is next year's fresh and this year's best
And some shit you niggas not in, so quit copyin'
[Interlude: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah man
You niggas got it confused, trying to do what we do
That's not the point
The point is for you to do you
It's a beautiful thing
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
I'm in the regal, you in a rut
Stuck, can't come up
Old, jealous niggas hatin' on us
Bitches is wishin' you'd shut the fuck up
I'm in the position, set my niggas up tough
What the fuck, just jump
Continents I promise it
I could go from bucks to billions in a minute
Made a split second decision
Executed with precision
I feel attention when I walk in the room
Old cuddly ass niggas go to hidin' they woman
Thinkin' I'm a walk up to 'em, but I don't do it
Baby girl know the big shit from the manure
I could help you shine like a jeweler
Candy paint make an old whip newer
Landing lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Verse 1: Currensy]
Money in the floor, weed in a bowl
On the couch, life like Ox
Big TV, nigga, big ass remote
Motion sensors all over my house
For investigative ass hoes
That's waiting for me to pass out
So they can tiptoe all over my home
Woah, pump your brakes, slow your roll
I got cake, bread in loaves
State to state, hit that road
Hit that bank when I get home
Hit that lot tomorrow morn'
I think they got the one I want
Top I drop like my ex ho
Top get dropped like I let it go
Fool I close Ferrari doors
My driveway is a horse show
Smoke my weed, eat my breakfast
My bitch read our horoscopes
Out loud
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Talk about what's gon' get done to a nigga, until I run in to niggas
Might dress kinda funny to niggas, I got more money than niggas
These niggas lackin positive influence so I'm son'ing these niggas
You niggas more Calogero I'm more Sunny than niggas
That's why I got a couple of cribs and everyone one of 'em owned
Shoulda have my Ferrari but now I had to give my mother a home
Just bought a few pounds the other day and everyone one of 'em gone
Just counting my chains, tomorrow I'm a put everyone one of 'em on
You niggas must be trippin' yeah that's a Benz, nigga what's the addition
(Niggas jealous cause they see me gettin' money)
See me and Spitta in this bitch, they like yeah niggas must be twistin'
(So much swag and you niggas looking bummy)
And we been giving swag but on the real that wasn't the intention
(So much swag make a nigga wish he was me)
It's kinda funny cause a nigga thought I was being different
(I'm getting high laughing at you niggas cause it's funny)
Money in the floor, weed in a bowl
On the couch, life like Ox
Big TV, nigga, big ass remote
Motion sensors all over my house
For investigative ass hoes
That's waiting for me to pass out
So they can tiptoe all over my home
Woah, pump your brakes, slow your roll
I got cake, bread in loaves
State to state, hit that road
Hit that bank when I get home
Hit that lot tomorrow morn'
I think they got the one I want
Top I drop like my ex ho
Top get dropped like I let it go
Fool I close Ferrari doors
My driveway is a horse show
Smoke my weed, eat my breakfast
My bitch read our horoscopes
Out loud
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Talk about what's gon' get done to a nigga, until I run in to niggas
Might dress kinda funny to niggas, I got more money than niggas
These niggas lackin positive influence so I'm son'ing these niggas
You niggas more Calogero I'm more Sunny than niggas
That's why I got a couple of cribs and everyone one of 'em owned
Shoulda have my Ferrari but now I had to give my mother a home
Just bought a few pounds the other day and everyone one of 'em gone
Just counting my chains, tomorrow I'm a put everyone one of 'em on
You niggas must be trippin' yeah that's a Benz, nigga what's the addition
(Niggas jealous cause they see me gettin' money)
See me and Spitta in this bitch, they like yeah niggas must be twistin'
(So much swag and you niggas looking bummy)
And we been giving swag but on the real that wasn't the intention
(So much swag make a nigga wish he was me)
It's kinda funny cause a nigga thought I was being different
(I'm getting high laughing at you niggas cause it's funny)
The Blend lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Sports coupe spoiler
Sipping on a bottled water
Dead serious like the fourth quarter
Niggas can't get the shit, it's on back order
Holla at the waiting list, I'm already sporting 'em
Bout to give away the shits, can't get bored of the money spending
High performance exhaust system
Straight bossing, more than often
Nigga I'm always getting it, straight Jet living
I got all my cars, all my weed, all my women
Valeting exotics at mafia style dinners
Ducking pictures as we toast to getting richer
It was all planned out for us to stand out
The have-nots have it all, without accepting handouts, dog
Twisting the top off the big jar
Higher than a...
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Niggas out they rabid ass mind
Thinking I ain't gon' try to get as much money as I can make this year
You must be on some hardcore drugs
I'm just flipping through magazines and rolling them Raws up
My red cup filled up with gin
That's my gang and they destined to win
In this thing and you better spend
Give good brain, you should let her in
Leave your cigars, joints already rolled, I got
Weed in the jar, told you that my life's the shit
And you're gon' love it
In the morn' look at a Polaroid of it
Wake up feeling way better than you ever did
With the nigga that you was with
And now you got the nigga all upset because of it
Would call my phone but he know that I don't play that
Send some real niggas where he stay at
Made it quite clear, take ya lips put 'em right here
Sports coupe spoiler
Sipping on a bottled water
Dead serious like the fourth quarter
Niggas can't get the shit, it's on back order
Holla at the waiting list, I'm already sporting 'em
Bout to give away the shits, can't get bored of the money spending
High performance exhaust system
Straight bossing, more than often
Nigga I'm always getting it, straight Jet living
I got all my cars, all my weed, all my women
Valeting exotics at mafia style dinners
Ducking pictures as we toast to getting richer
It was all planned out for us to stand out
The have-nots have it all, without accepting handouts, dog
Twisting the top off the big jar
Higher than a...
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Niggas out they rabid ass mind
Thinking I ain't gon' try to get as much money as I can make this year
You must be on some hardcore drugs
I'm just flipping through magazines and rolling them Raws up
My red cup filled up with gin
That's my gang and they destined to win
In this thing and you better spend
Give good brain, you should let her in
Leave your cigars, joints already rolled, I got
Weed in the jar, told you that my life's the shit
And you're gon' love it
In the morn' look at a Polaroid of it
Wake up feeling way better than you ever did
With the nigga that you was with
And now you got the nigga all upset because of it
Would call my phone but he know that I don't play that
Send some real niggas where he stay at
Made it quite clear, take ya lips put 'em right here
Toast lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Year-round we them niggas
You seasonal, temporary living
Your run'll be done in a minute
You are not infinite
Bitches can tell the difference, they know better than to smoke with ya
Back up a lil' bit, you'll get the whole picture
So much sicker than them niggas, I'm coughing they just got hiccups
KC lights, roll bars on my Chevy pickup
Off-road style, lift kit, heavy duty springs
Stomper tires get it done when the time is crunch like sit-ups
To the challenge I rise, Lamborghini doors
'85 Countach never seen a real road
From the showroom floor to my seven car garage
Got a storage 'cross town with like seven more rides
Tucked inside - that Grand Theft Auto life
Rolling up in my safe house I'm looking down
Done it by my design, refusing to comprimise
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
They saying shit changed 'casue shit changed
Not just the horses in my motor, but the cost for me to show up
I'm a boss, and my whole team fly private
Black cars when we roll up, quarter pounds when we blow up
Hit the ground running
My watch new cause a nigga sound bumping
And ya girlfriend leaving you cause she just wanna be around something
Like playing Xbox and wearing weed socks, speeding 'round stunting
Orderin' thousand dollar room service, rolling weed up by the onion
Ooo I got it made, but I ain't make it on my own
Who would've thought a Pittsburgh nigga would go and buy an LA home
Rolling up papers, turning down favors
All these fake kushes, I got my own flavor
Homie that ain't KK in that brand new bag
Got it made to make that brand new crib
Need a whip to match that brand new car
Thinking maybe Maybach brand new insides
Everything black, young ass nigga blowing OG in the back
Last time you heard from me, I was rolling bud up
Looking dope in my brand new clothes
Eyes closed like someone told 'em to shut up
[Hook]
Year-round we them niggas
You seasonal, temporary living
Your run'll be done in a minute
You are not infinite
Bitches can tell the difference, they know better than to smoke with ya
Back up a lil' bit, you'll get the whole picture
So much sicker than them niggas, I'm coughing they just got hiccups
KC lights, roll bars on my Chevy pickup
Off-road style, lift kit, heavy duty springs
Stomper tires get it done when the time is crunch like sit-ups
To the challenge I rise, Lamborghini doors
'85 Countach never seen a real road
From the showroom floor to my seven car garage
Got a storage 'cross town with like seven more rides
Tucked inside - that Grand Theft Auto life
Rolling up in my safe house I'm looking down
Done it by my design, refusing to comprimise
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
They saying shit changed 'casue shit changed
Not just the horses in my motor, but the cost for me to show up
I'm a boss, and my whole team fly private
Black cars when we roll up, quarter pounds when we blow up
Hit the ground running
My watch new cause a nigga sound bumping
And ya girlfriend leaving you cause she just wanna be around something
Like playing Xbox and wearing weed socks, speeding 'round stunting
Orderin' thousand dollar room service, rolling weed up by the onion
Ooo I got it made, but I ain't make it on my own
Who would've thought a Pittsburgh nigga would go and buy an LA home
Rolling up papers, turning down favors
All these fake kushes, I got my own flavor
Homie that ain't KK in that brand new bag
Got it made to make that brand new crib
Need a whip to match that brand new car
Thinking maybe Maybach brand new insides
Everything black, young ass nigga blowing OG in the back
Last time you heard from me, I was rolling bud up
Looking dope in my brand new clothes
Eyes closed like someone told 'em to shut up
[Hook]
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