500 Pounds Of Gas lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Action Bronson)

Probably stay in the lab till the plane leave
Cookin' dope with no gloves, sit these bars on the triple beam
Weigh it up; you know that it's heavy if it's linked to me
A hundred-twenty-eight grams, my day-to-day Cuban
I bring the kilo out, if them suckers make me do it to 'em
Gasoline in the paper, listenin' to nature
For all seasons, weavin' lanes, interstate racin'
My stockbroker homie just copped the i8
Wanna see what it do, I bring the El Camino through
My tires stickin' like glue
Successful players, with expensive hobbies
Mamas are high-end, luggage-clutterin'
Hotel lobbies, because we mobbin'
A movement, movin'; this what it's become
See my Wraith rollin' off into the settin' Sun
"Yo, I think that was son, dog, I bet that was hum"
Listenin' to Hendrix [?], they knew I was the one

The Mack Book lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Action Bronson)

[Curren$y:]
This was crafted by the masters
To be played on the block
In the project hallways of secluded mansions
I shot a video once
With French Montana in the Hamptons
He brought a hundred chicks through
Coke boy magic
I was rolling fat ones
I always had that pack son
When Tity Boi was the only one
Calling the weed gas
I came up with a nice plan
To stack some mean cash
I done this move
Away from the stash spot I cruise
On the way to my next move
My best move, you best move
Or get wrecked
That's real life that's not a threat
The crib big still got wings like a jet
Wings like a plane
Elevators, hella steps
Nigga

[Unknown sample]

[Curren$y:]
Uh
Feel like a player
Straight game
Ballers
Commentators, fans, haters, spectators
All in the same stadium
Only one can win
Will it be you or one of them?

93 AMG lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Action Bronson)

Pink champagne underneath the blue moon
The Range plum, the Benz is maroon
96 AMG, remembering the time
Niggas got killed for shit like this
The city I live in, many have died my friend
Tears fall for your dawgs, dry your eyes off
Make sure you can see through the fall
Evil lurks, love hurts, knife in your back
I tried to warn you first, but you second guess
That's why you slept
That's why you slept, and you second guessed
That's why you slept, and you second guessed
Trampling flowers with foot steps
Came to devour all your assets, yup

You ain't never seen a heist in your life
Recognise what you getting, what you witness

Fat Albert lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Curren$y:]
I got stars in the roof of my car, girl
Recognize where you are, girl
Jet Life this the stoner's world
Lowride like my OG's, who wear them Jheri curls
Circa 85's
Now my Daytons spin same time I roll around
Talk my shit a lil bit cause I worked hard
Two laps in the parking lot show my shit off
Bad bitches please tell them haters stay off my dick
Set bubble like a coffee pot
Them niggas talking so much but what are they talking bout
Coupe interior brown leather the stiching, blue berry muffin
They know I'm finna come up with something
Rap hustling a lil bit like pack running
Making stacks from it
Racks like where we put the hunting guns at
Black on a Phantom
White on a Ghost
Suede Adidas Campus
Stepping on your throat, never lettin' go
Blew a pound and they told you from outside from smoke

[Lil Wayne:]
It's Lil Tunechi from New Orleans, lord
With the chauffeur and the car with the two R's, lord
Lived next door to Jennie that went to Beauregard
She broke my virginity and I love her for it
Friends turn into frenemies and they come and gone
Cut the check off, we gon' cut your fucking bungee cord
Make these bitches jump for joy, make 'em fuck my boys
If they ain't a freakazoid then they just annoying
This for the smokers and the real ones
Pussies get the dildo, I get the deal done
Back like I left something, Weezy F something
Bad bitch bout to swallow all my stress for me
Bad bitch stop and poppin' like Steph Curry
Rich nigga laughin' at his bills like Bill Murray
Hot potato on the nose of the hand gun
Outchea dodging handcuffs like a ram truck
Out here looking handsome, fucking dancers
Tryna see my mansions, get expansions
Tryna see my homeboys in they own toys
Kush got my eyes looking like Chong Yoing
Don't know no better
Dick got the bitch walking like Uncle Fester
And your homie talk aloud bout what he gon' do
You know your homie ain't your homie 'til he bleed on you
You know you never know you love her til she cheat on you
You know you never know your brother 'til he dethrone you
You know Lil Tunechi been a soldier since T-R-U
Fuck a heated argument, we let the heat argue
P-I-R-U brazy like glue
S-Q-U-A-D wavy like the sea
And Lil-T just told me to knock the nigga's brain out
I got a chopper I bet I can shoot a plane down
Pussy ass niggas looking for a way out
I tape some kilos to her, put her on a Greyhound
Coming down from cloud 9 like a raindrop
I'm bout to buy a ring of the size of a ring pop
I got some bitches in bikinis like Baywatch
And we in Carrollton in a Chinese kitchen gettin' take out
Hollygrove Tune

Ya dig, Carrollton Heist nigga
Spitta, fuck with me
Carrollton Tunechi I'm gone

Smoking In The Rain lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Action Bronson)

Yeah
Uh
280ZX, Mercedes and 'Vettes
Celebrity guests write heavy checks
Can't disclose it all
But know I'm about to ball
The fuck out on ya'll
Money talk and diamonds speaking
Got your hoes tweaking
They big upping the boss
Like she needed a reason
To get lost in the evening
And take it all
She done it cause she want it
She was so womanly I called her mama
Though she younger than me
She was only 20 when she come to me
I laced her with a little game
She gave me a lot of money
Though I never asked for a thing
Higher than Saturn's rings
Living in the clouds before I stepped aboard the plane
Gourmet cheddar trays and champagne
Rolex presidential campaign
Critics hating that's a goddamn shame
They done Jim Morrison the same thing
Rivals in the storm smoking in the rain man

Yeah
La da da da da
Fell out with some niggas as I got richer
Lost my main bitch as I got richer
She ain't dead I just ain't fucking with her

mixtape: "The Owners Manual" (2016)

Table Of Contents lyrics - Curren$y

Right hand to God...
I done this for our side...
Every time I smoke and ride...

Eastside on the rise...
Corporation never die...
Let's all get high...
Till our eyes turn to dollar signs...
Money forever on my mind...

Owners Manual...
Shit you don't get till you get it...
Get it?

Smoked out with my niggas...
You'll die to live how we livin'...
Puttin' money away for the children...
My unborn sittin' on millions...
Shit...

Done that for our side...
Just like every time...
Eastside on the rise...
Five-oh-four on mine...
Jet Life...

Sorry For The Wraith lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro:]
(Know they hatin on me) la dada da da da da
(Angel on front my car prayin for me) Yeah
You don't know unless you know
Gotta be in the know
To really know
You know?
(Snatch my tint up off the window, sorry for the Wraith)
Can't get left out the loop
(Can't see my face smilin at the ones who hate)

[Verse 1:]
Fiber optic roof, they say I'm the truth
Like a polygraph result, say I'm a boss
Underground my bad bitch a killer, think Salt
Aeon Flux
Laura Croft, break you off
Then find you unconscious in your empty vault
Rude awakening found out you took a loss
While we was on our side of things
Getting fitted for rings
Refrigerators to capacity with champagne
Because you never know when you gotta celebrate
Playa playa, lately we been winning everyday
Snatch the tint up off the windows, sorry for the Wraith

[Verse 2:]
Sweatsuit, 300 hundred thousand dollar coupe
Bitch guess who, same one brung them low riders through
Old school, every now and then cop something new
Slap some folks across they face, that's what you gotta do
Paper plates on my cargo
Bowl full of gumbo
Sippin champagne through a straw
Hella clicquot bottles for my dollar-clocking squadron
Slidin cold like a bobsled, bitch I'm outchea

[Outro:]
Snatch the tint up off my window
Sorry for the Wraith
Sccccrrrrrrrrrr!
Fiber optic roof
They say I'm the truth
(Smilin at the ones who hatin)
(Snatch the tint up off my window sorry for the Wraith)
Yeah
Know they hatin on me
Angel on my car, prayin for me
Get your paper homie
Owners manual
Gotta be in the know
To know
You know?
East side on the rise
New Orleans

Rain Stunts lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro:]
Owners Manual
Shit you don't get, till you get it
Shit you don't have till you have it
(One time for my dog came through with the killa)

[Verse 1:]
Uh, still stuntin' in the rain
Money came but I stayed the same
Wasn't me, it was you who really changed
But I'm still smoked out
My old bitches left poked-out, cause I'm on now
And I don't got time for a broke, rolled up a couple mo'
Jernt behind my ear with my Mac Daddy Kangol
Fresh to death
Higher than a halo, came in the car with the angels
Double R, been a star
Underground, making mainstream money
Smokin hella pounds
Not a sound, airtight cabin
Like we rollin in some Forgiatos on a mansion

[Hook:]
Still stuntin' in the rain
Money came, but I stayed the same
Wasn't me, it was you who changed (it was you who changed)

[Verse 2:]
When you see me in it, know why I did it
To show you you could get it if you stay committed
No country for quitters, you'll be eatin my nigga
Killin sharks swimmin, you lookin like a tv dinner
Money bein printed, better be about your business
Get your share, of what's out there, your percentage
Dirty game, playin fair you'll get injured
Flagrantly fouled homie, taken down
Smokin' one now for my homie in the clouds
Looking down, I know he proud
Wish I could pass him the loud
But I can't, not even for all the money in the bank

[Hook x6]

Came Up lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse:]
Ya... ya shawty came up
The goal is to become untouchable
Too high for land them others can't fuck with you
Keep a couple killers in the cut with you
Bad bitches rollin' up with you
Pour up a cup or two, whatever you do
Gotta enough for the whole crew, so bring em all through
Money is nothin' it's more of becomin continuous hustlin'
Baby girl tryna stuff it in the duffles and strugglin' its' funny
Rich folk issues, reach you niggas tissues
Cryin cause we shinin', homie you wishin' it was you
Instead of puttin it all into comin up, you rather be mad with us
Haa you bitch you

[Chorus:]
Shawty came up, OG smokin OG by the OZ rollin' up straight trophy
First place winner golden cup, championship for players like us
Shawty came up, OG smokin OG by the OZ nigga that's us

Forecast lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse 1:]
Cop that, niggas mad
Oops, my bad
Reached in the bag, spent a few racks
Look at that, Canal Street Confidential, put em' on the map
Getting to where the real ones felt he should've been at
Nothing changed still the same rizzaps
Chevrolets making big plays for the skrizzaps
In this bitch lit like match
My homie got the pack
And I wanna say his name but I'm so not a rat
Can't mention my niggas in my lyrics cause they really dealing, and the feds really be hearing
Increasing the locked up rate
Police is on the internet downloadin mixtapes
Tryna get tips
Homie I'm tryna get rich
These is audio bricks
You gotta use your nose to sniff
Smellin like rain coming
Musical cocaine
Gotta pain numb it

[Hook:]
Came thru like a tornado
Came thru like a hurricane
Came thru like a earthquake
Weatherman whatchu say
Looking like... said it's looking like rain
(Audio cocaine)

[Verse 2:]
Umbrella in the door jam
Got gadgets like Batman
Money on mind we don't need cat scan
To figure out that, man
I came for the money
Put it right in front me
Don't try nuttin funny
Crash test dummy
Or you'll see
You dealing with more than me
But that's a whole nother story
Looks like its about to start storming
Weatherman whatchu say?

[Hook:]
Came thru like a hurricane
Came thru like a tornado
Came thru like a earthquake
Weatherman whatchu say
Looking like... said it's looking like rain
(Audio cocaine)

Mallory Knox lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah, yeah
La la la la

Snatch the tint off the window
Sorry for the wraith
Smokin' killa with my bad one on the interstate
Just left the safe, we was depositing cake
Showed her the way now she making her own plays
Back at the crib, high then a bitch
Smoke, fuck, think of more ways to get rich
Real life movie shit
Big budget, Spielberg shooting it
But its a documentary cause we really doing it
Catching stunts on the bitch no camera tricks
She couldn't handle it Ferrari, Lamborghini shit
Babygirl get a grip, catch your breath smoke this shit
Take a whiff that's how paper smell
A dab of Chanel on my collar make sure I remember her well
And I did, that's why I stayed a lil bit longer
Cut one more time & then I slid...

Lalalala [x2]

[Talking:]
Snatch the tint off my window, sorry for the wraith [x2]
(Owner's Manual)
Let em see in here... since they curious
Shit you can't get, till you really get it
You lookin' at me, I'm lookin' at you too... fuck
Till you on it, [?], how do you really want it? homie

"Canal Street Confidential" (2015)

Drive By lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Future)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh, money on the floor, make them bitches go
Buckets' ice-cold, bottles, bring us more
Black top fill my Rolex white gold
They think I'm movin' dope, girl, I been doin' shows
'96 Impala, I got two of those
'64 Impala, I got two of those
Jet-livin', we get lifted, Lamborghini doors
Debbie DTF, but she don't give a fuck who knows
Rare chance to kick it wit' the advance
Luxury sedans, sittin', offset stance
Fuck your dress code, bitches feel these sweatpants
Pockets full of gas, rubber bands, lots of cash
However long I last, nigga, I'm a have a blast
Dive in, make a big splash
Nova tint, bulletproof glass, S-Class
Them niggas barefaced, bitch, no mask

[Hook - Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah, ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by

Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by

[Verse 2 - Future:]
Drive by in a Wrath, nigga, big dog
Shot the bitch all in the face, then I told her wipe off
Then I had count up some money like I was just rushin'
Then I had poured up the tussin with lean
Then I had popped me some molly like, "Woah"
Made that bitch back-to-back foreigns all in a row
Ride by the kid wit' the left up, draped up, dripped up
Hold up, I was just dabbin' by mistake
I was just fuckin' your bitch by mistake
I was just countin' some cake on the lake
I was just pullin' up wit' paper plates
I know some real niggas can relate
I know some gangbangers, they relate
When I pull up, it's a murder
When I pull up, it's a murder

[Hook - Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah, ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by

Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by

[Future:]
I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em
I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
When I drive by, when I drive by, I kill these niggas
When I drive by, when I drive by, I kill these niggas
My style line is makin' me money
Hey, why, oh, why? Oh, why, already?
Gotta let 'em know, let 'em know
Drive by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Fly by, kill 'em when I fly by

Everywhere lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah, smokin', eh, eh
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
(Sucka ass nigga thinking its all 'bout you.... You a fool)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
She only lovin' on the dollars
[x2]

Pull up in the '62 impala, smelling like that California fire
My girl, my smoke, both exotic, my flow is straight dope narcotics
I'm watching in the Audi, not my shit but a bad bitch driving
Eight seven on the I 10, used to be a mule flying in products in from the islands
Buy a nigga anything he want two 15's in the trunk homeboy I'm stylin'
Riding by them, fake niggas dont like him
Real ones get inspired
By him, cause they know I climbed out the mud and got it
Cause they know I came out the dirt pileish, hella racks in my pocket

[Hook:]
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
She only lovin' on the dollars
Watch her, Baby girl diggin in yo pockets, when you not watching
[x2]

Focused on the cash and not the ass, some my niggas spend, some I stash
When the summer end the furs attack, Minks is full length I let 'em drag
Cross the marble floor, I money dance, Ice blocks is piling on my hand
Watch is like the Vegas strip, I made it bitch
Underground, so I understand what its like to feel like being slept on for real
Watching chains face when the money peel, the game is cold woah, stainless steel
Unforgiven, no kidding, straight business making a killing
They want you dead because of how you livin'
Bitches giving you head cause the car you driven
You stars my nigga, they straving nigga
It's hard my nigga, let god be with us, we in the trenches stacking riches
Stand two steps ahead of them gold diggers, I was shown by them older niggas thats why I'm colder than ya
I'm a high roller nigga, I swear its like I'm frozen in here
Polar bear chills ballin in wheel, too much dope out here to stand still

Yeah...
Uhhuhhhhh

[Hook:]
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
She only lovin' on the dollars
Watch her, Baby girl diggin in yo pockets, when you not watching
[x2]

How High lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Lloyd)

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
First off, don't be asking questions
You gon ride, you gon ride, just accept your blessings
Second's that watch how you flick your ashes
If you can't handle this gas I ain't about to pass it
It's a present to be in the presence
Every moment is precious, baby let us cherish this
Say what you feel mama, you ain't gotta be embarrassed
Your eyes don't lie, I see how bad you want to let me have it
All evening we been smoking green and laughing
She, say my sense of humor wild attractive
My diamonds dancing in that street light traffic
I think it might be that
She said it ain't cause I rap, but I think all that's a trap
Still a fact we gon bust moves
Get stoned, have a Krush Groove
Play some fuck tunes, then she'll fuck too
Shower up, smoke a few I'm back in the coupe

[Hook - Lloyd:]
Baby only if the pussy tight
Can you spend the night
So promise if you spend the night
We gon do all the things you like
For sure you might, girl I wanna know
Just how high do you wanna go
So girl don't be difficult
Just roll it, light it, please don't fight it

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
My 84 Caprice on chrome Zens
Hitting switches front end out the arena
She from New Orleans like me
Said she ain't never seen me
I've been rapping and traveling
My cousins in Cali been handling them
Parked the 'rado, then I'm off in that Benz wagon
Like a Miami vice dope deal when we throw them bags in
Monogram taggin' Louis Vuitton, Gucci's on, Goyard
Oh lord, they put some real niggas on
She look like Lisa Lisa, I'm gon take her home
Well not my actual house, you know what I'm talking 'bout
We gotta work up to all that, see if you really down
Summertime we throw free parties, represent my town
My crew G's, you stay cool and I'm gon bring you 'round
Play your part you gon earn a crown
Diamonds yellow and the liquor brown
Shots, shots till she going down, till she going

[Hook - Lloyd:]
Baby only if the pussy tight
Can you spend the night
So promise if you spend the night
We gon do all the things you like
For sure you might, girl I wanna know
Just how high do you wanna go
So girl don't be difficult
Just roll it, light it, please don't fight it

Speed lyrics - Curren$y

B boats float from the coast
Binoculars watch the bells float up the shore
Tryna find ways to tax this dope
Slanging bars like soap
Bitches high off of these lines like coke
Listening with they eyes closed, with no clothes
She want fuck because of my flow
It's like I got X pills inside my quotes
Smoke, keep me on a high note
Oldies playing in my Chevrolet
Game make them ladies want stay
Plow her all night, bust moves all day
It's just the jet way
No time to sleep cause that won't get me paid
Don't make sense if it don't make dollars
Excuses washed off my Impala
If it ain't about my paper then "I'll holla"

Came through, killed niggas
Satellite coupe with the new stickers
Never running with no new niggas
Just my OG's and some cool bitches
Bad ones, I know what to do with them
I don't buy them no bags, I just get them high
All she really wanted to do was ride
I'm a let her, roll sweater, no pressure
Let her decide, she smart
She gon definitely choose what's better
Autumn weather, in a vintage ice berg sweater
Fly beyond measure
That's your girl you better check her

Cherry beamer, drop top
Sipping pass Ace Boogie
He mad at his bullshit job
Mentality I had as a younger
Grinding hard to provide a yard for my big dogs
Rest in peace to the jacker, may you mob
No love in the streets my nigga
They don't give a fuck about you or me my nigga
Just an era where a nigga is killing these niggas
And these bitches just mirroring the television
Fake hair, fake ass looking for a real one
Just tryna fuck a nigga with a million
And do anything to get one

What's Up lyrics - Curren$y (feat. K Camp)

[K Camp:]
I just want to let you know you're beautiful
From head to toe
So can I talk to you real quick

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Trick what, lace who, that ain't what $pitta do
Smoke you out, though your lil chucks will feel like space boots
I'm in that space coupe when I race through
I know after the club that they chase you
You, you 'bout your hustle I relate to you
Roll up, wash that stage off, blaze a few
Get cut, fold up like paper do
Major move, no time to play with you (not at all)
Slay with you boo but I can't lay with you
I see why dudes be tryna stay with you
I see why other bitches hate on you
Why they make that paper rain on you
What else it do?

[Hook x8:]
What's up, what's up, drop it low

[Verse 2 - K Camp:]
I can see you get it (get it)
Strictly 'bout your business (business)
Good head on your shoulders
That's a sign that you in it
You do it for the love like you play the game of tennis
You a blessing, you a gift
You would've thought that it was Christmas
All that money you gon earn it (earn it)
Damn girl you so special (special)
Body of a goddess, like an angel came and dressed you (amen)
You got all the answers
Ain't no need to test you
Worried 'bout your ex-man
Why you let him stress you?
You deserve better
Can't say that it's me though
I ain't tryna full court trap, but I got D though
Tell how you want it (want it)
I'll give it to you better (better)
I see you a rider, and down for whatever
What's up?

[Hook x8:]
What's up, what's up, drop it low

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

Yeah...

[Hook:]
Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
Some niggas can't take to see you get it, get it, get it
Like it's killing em just to see you living, living, living
Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
Some niggas just can't take to see you winning, winning, winning
Some niggas can't take to see you get it, get it, get it
Like it's killin em just to see you living, living, living

I'm off in the studio chillin (chillin', chillin')
When I really could be working every minute
My nigga we really tryna get it
No handouts I
Never sit on my ass
I, make sure that I stand out
I can show you what the muthafuckin man about
In a versace robe in front my house
Strollin to the muthafuckin mailbox
Large check that I just got
Nigga might spazz out by the block
Ride by every bitch is passin out
They faint at the sight of my paint
I only did it cause you said I can't
Smellin' like six pounds inside the bank
Get paid big bucks for what I think
Yellow gold cuban link
White T and three and a quater length mink on me
Everything I got all me
Bet every dollar that you got on me
Heard that niggas from the other side plottin' on me
But that ain't gon stop no G

[Hook:]
Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
Some niggas can't take to see you get it, get it, get it
Like it's killing em just to see you living, living, living
Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
Some niggas just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
Some niggas can't take it when you get it, get it, get it
Like it's killin em just to see you living, living, living

[Curren$y & (Wiz Khalifa):]
Roll one up for them haters
I'm just counting my paper
Roll one up for them haters
I'm just counting my paper
Roll one up for them haters
I'm just counting my paper
We blow smoke in they faces
They all catching the vapors
(Get High)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Niggas hate to see you ballin'
Niggas love it when you callin'
Just a youngin' from the Burgh
With his brother from New Orleans
Really started from nothing
Made a choice to do our own thing
Writing songs and always hustlin'
Who got the bomb was the discussion
And when you bring it to us, betta have that strong
Cause we the wrong ones to fuck with
Hard to get in touch with us
All the real in love with us
Call your friends get up with us
Tried once now you're stuck
Count your money, pile it up
It's bout' your blessings not your luck
I've been blessed, to do a lot of things
Like smokin weed, everywhere I go
Stayin' at the top floor, everywhere I go
Taking all my niggas with me, everywhere I go
Letting all my real niggas know

[Wiz Khalifa:]
They hate to see us winning
Hate to see us winning
They hate to see us winning
Hate to see us winning, no
Hate to see us winning
Hate to see us winning
Me and my nigga Spitta
Can't believe we did it

Bottom Of The Bottle lyrics - Curren$y (feat. August Alsina & Lil Wayne)

[Curren$y:]
Da, na, na, na, na
Yeah no shit, no shit

[Hook - August Alsina:]
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh, back in it, it been a minute
Here she go with all that "where you been at?"
I been at it, tryna get it
Gotta admit it, I look good with it
You would look good sitting in my car when I start the engine
Left an impression on her greater than my grand entrance
Now she wrapped up in that jet living
Imagining herself in the wifey position
Naked under aprons in the kitchen while I'm blazing something amazing
Plan the next mission, she share my dollar sign vision
And she finer than that fine print contract, big business
Bottom line, she can get it, let her have it, then she feel it

[Hook - August Alsina:]
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
Uh, give it to me baby
Bust them legs open like some scissors for me baby
She know all kind of positions, I'm like "Isn't she creative?"
She my misses to be, maybe, then that shit will smell likes daises
She know if it was a fifth then we would post some shots and take them
She'll be safe cause me and her make a real good combination
Every day she wear her birthday suit, happy belated
Then she drop it down low and pick it up like elevators
Oh Lord, no draws
She give me top and bottom, no charge
She throw it at a nigga like a snowball
And I'mma give her something she can choke on
Lil Tunechi, yeah

[Hook - August Alsina:]
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo

[Bridge - Curren$y:]
Yeah, back in it, it been a minute
Here she go with all that "Where you been at?"
A little talking, a little dinner
And then we fuck, she smile when we finish

[Hook - August Alsina:]
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo

[Lil Wayne (Curren$y):]
Drop it, drop it, bring it up slow, bring it up slow
(I'm pissed I had to be the last one to get heard)

Cruzin... lyrics - Curren$y

Cruzin down the street, real slow
Rolex hanging out the win-dow
Boys smell like hella weed, shiit
Try telling me something that I don't know
Front of my crib looking like a car show
Back of the crib, we building a grotto
Yo brother got a gun on him, yeah i know
He just watching out for assholes
Sucka niggas never get past go
They don't deserve tomorrow
They running on time that's borrowed
Might get run over at the crossroads
Smoking on gas in a hard top
Six-trey in the mothafucking parking lot
Parked outside the strip spot
Bout to see this bad bitch my girl bringing out, for me
Chevrolet's rolling like dice
Dayton spokes shining like ice
Never seen game in your life
Recognize when it's in your eyes
Chevrolet's rolling like dice
Dayton spokes shinin like, yeah...

Superstar lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Second nature to a player to do it major
Meet a broad, game her, get the panties and the paper
She gon' pay you if you do it how I say to
Just trynna lace you
A lil free game to all my neighbors
Door to door these hoes will go digging
Know I rock hella precious rose, white, yellow
They know better then to bring that hoeness when approaching a go getter
Professional Corvetter, Forgiato off-setter
Set this bitch off, set this bitch up for a weekend
Let her stay in my loft
Now she highed up day dreaming
Lost in the boss-ness, thinking she seen it all
This just a small part
We ain't even get out my car yet girl

[Hook - Curren$y:]
She got her blinkers on, my game tight
Turning her on, turning her right
Into what she want to be her whole life
She a superstar in my car tonight
Make her a superstar in my car tonight
And she a superstar in my car tonight
Turning her out, turning her right
Into a superstar in my car tonight

[Verse 2 - Ty Dolla $ign:]
Girl you a superstar in my car yeah
You remind of Beyoncé in that car yeah
On the freeway chiefin' big in the car yeah
Hell nah you can't smoke no cigs in the car yeah
Sex in the car yeah, head in the car yeah
I pull that bih over, hit it right in the driveway
Baby come my way
We be fucking for hours
I took her from her ex-man, he was a coward
But see both agree I hit it better than you ever had it
Girl you know I can't be your man so I'll just be your nigga

[Hook - Curren$y:]
She got her blinkers on, my game tight
Turning her on, turning her right
Into what she want to be her whole life
She a superstar in my car tonight
Make her a superstar in my car tonight
And she a superstar in my car tonight
Turning her out, turning her right
Into a superstar in my car tonight

[Verse 3 - Curren$y:]
I bought this just for you to see it
I sitting in my car chiefin'
Tell your homegirls that you leaving
Y'all could kick it some other evening
I'm not speeding it just feel like we is
Cause you ain't used to this, exclusiveness
Super cars parked outside the bar
That's how we set the bar high
As we was when I met
I'm surprised that I didn't forget
But you kept my attention since I made my grand entrance
It's bad ones in her, but you number one contender
Heavy smoking, light drinking, can't get too bent
Because I still gotta handle a Bent, that bitch quick

[Hook - Curren$y:]
She got her blinkers on, my game tight
Turning her on, turning her right
Into what she want to be her whole life
She a superstar in my car tonight
Make her a superstar in my car tonight
And she a superstar in my car tonight
Turning her out, turning her right
Into a superstar in my car tonight

Boulders lyrics - Curren$y

Drove bout five four cars in the same night, keep switching up
Show my other niggas they can get it too, no giving up
Safe house a couple hundred thousand now, keep picking up
Gasoline can't get no louder that kicking your ear drums
Got some slappers from 808 Mafia, you should go get you some
Depend on how your budget run, how fast your money come
Life in New Orleans, my nigga I gotta stunt
We tryna run up on some type of shit that my niggas be waiting on
Organization taking for 'em
Bitches be bringing the paper for 'em
Rolling their weed and paper for 'em
Journal entries I read aloud
Them record labels keep paying for 'em
Thirty minutes got a plane to board
To the airport in a racing car
Charge it to the nigga playing card
Momma praying for me, oh lord

[Hook:]
I could move a boulder through a Boost Mobile
You could get it if you do it how I showed you
In presence of pressure, keep your composure
Stand tall soldier, you'll ball before it's all over
(Fuck waiting baby, get your paper
Fuck bitches, won't stack your riches
If they don't see you, make em hear about you
And when you see em, make those fuckers feel you)

This information can start a war
What's in the paper can start a car
They caught the vapors from chasing stars
Drop top park chevy's off, all sorts
Dug em like they fucking golf carts
Burn they mouth on the basketball court
What it's all for, what it's all for
For my fam, nigga, cause I'm all heart
On the top floor of the Waldorf
Nigga dumb fresh but I'm too smart
To slip up with niggas and get caught
What you looking at is a real boss
Got a line of niggas that'll kill for him
But it's all good cause I'm too high
Tryna come up with another five million
Build me a building me so we can hide in it
To the ceiling, money piling in it
No miles on it, windows now tinted
Hot Spitta in a 560 Benz, high vintage shit, fly isn’t it
I could show you how I done it, start a company and run it
Hustle that you put in to, you can pull more than double from it

[Hook:]
I could move a boulder through a Boost Mobile
You could get it if you do it how I showed you
In presence of pressure, keep your composure
Stand tall soldier, you'll ball before it's all over
(Fuck waiting baby, get your paper
Fuck bitches, won't stack your riches
If they don't see you, make em hear about you
And when you see em, make those fuckers feel you)

I could move a boulder through a Boost Mobile
You could get it if you do it how I showed you
In presence of pressure, keep your composure
Stand tall soldier, you'll ball before it's all over

All Wit My Hands lyrics - Curren$y

Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands
Mansions expand, haters don't understand
All the work I was putting in
Now it's raining bricks

Nigga please, I'm a G, you a sucka
Baby look at me and tell me what you in this truck for
$pitta brings Chevys out all summer
Winter I'm a slam in the H1 Hummer
95 Air Max, dope runners
Shows every night, hella racks, doing numbers
Homie asks where y'all was at when it was struggling
You was playing the back, you was hiding from it
You ain't want nothing, now you got nothing
While I'm smoking on an onion, counting something
Out yacht shopping, boat hunting, car lot copping
Call me if you want something

[Hook:]
Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands
Mansions expand, haters don't understand
You ain't notice all the work I was putting in
Underground in the kitchen, now it's raining bricks

Hoe what? I'm out your league
Smoking dolo, don't come talking to me
Focused on money, baby I can't see
No future in we, mama we can't be
Pledge allegiance to garden green
THC in the oxygen that I breathe
New Year's Eve is choppers by the trees
Bring it in safe, please you know how it be
Realer than TV, listen to OG's
Stack dope before me then passed down rollies
To new breeds, this tradition
What have you been in?
Motherfucker you don't know me, you kiddin'

[Hook:]
Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands
Mansions expand, haters don't understand
You ain't notice all the work I was putting in
Underground in the kitchen, now it's raining bricks

mixtape: "Cathedral" (2015) (with CHASE N CASHE)

In The Night lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Raheem DeVaughn)

[Intro]

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Puffy gold Gucci links (Gucci links)
Hang t-shirts in my [?]
Rolling like a skating rink
[?] got all these hoes to the paint
She don't know about cars too much
But she knows ours is cleaner than y'alls stuff
Bad bitches never call y'all up
You do too much shopping in the malls bruh
Too appalled, to ever applaud y'all
I'm in that Rolls-Royce [?]
Plottin on the heist and trying not to be involved with y'all
Get your life
Get your wife, she on my shit and I rep [?]
My shit tight, my shit right

[Hook - Raheem DeVaughn:]
In the night
Ridin' clean
On my Jet Life rolling through New Orleans
Ladies stop
Smile and stare
At the light while we put one in the air
Jet life

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Dime a dozen
Seen 'em coming
Walking down my driveway in the morning
I ain't really want 'em
Just be fucking on 'em
Passing time
Because the bank don't open until 9
Smoke and ride
Smoke and grind
Focus like a sober mind, at the same time on dollar signs
Said I claimed, robbed and planned
When I lay your bitch bring me in the think I'm the man
She took her wedding ring off
And you just making plans/planes
Time wasted, when you could have been paper chasing
The money not waiting
How many times can I say it?
Before niggas convey it and they really tryina make it
While I'm in it, I'll try to save it
The storm crew said her [?]
With hella love for the game that he playing
The hustle don't love you and that's a fact
Tryina get you and get out but it ain't come with a map

All Over lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro:]
Everybody listen out, Damaris know
Yea, I like that, yea [x9]

[Verse 1:]
This that 1989, ooze on a passenger seat
Corvette drop top, Ocean Drive
Hoes out looking at me, danger
Audio dope slanger, all angles
Try to hang with that
Cut you down when they find you swaying
I don't know new shit, I'm just saying
Shits serious man, high stakes
High prices, high bitches in condos
Suicidal, jumping off the balconies of they high rises
Trying to see who the fliest and dyeing
Any crime is a crime, but crime pays
99 ways, how many more?
Dollars can we make before this bitch blow

[Hook:]
Till it's all over
Got money all over, over
Got jewelry all over, over
Until it's all over, over
Got bitches all over, yea
Got bottles all over, yea
Sports cars all over, yea
Until it's all over

[Verse 2:]
This that 1972, riding O'Neil in a Cadillac coupe
Trying to get out the game, figured 30 bricks of cane
Be enough to make it rain, work for the whole crew
Last move then be through
Sell a dime with the main bitch
Maybe skeet skeet a lil junior
Show him how to do it
Lay down rules, carry on tradition
Maintain the cool, first we got to get out the shit though
Let all of the shit go, get rid of them chick files
Relocate zip codes, go in complete flip mode
Bitch know, your old friends, got to forget those
Life we choose, the shit cold
Ice on my wrist, blood in my veins froze
Audio bricks of white gold
Get your soul, sold

[Hook:]
Till it's all over, yea
Got money all over, over
Got jewelry all over, over
Until it's all over, over
Bitches all over, yea
Got drugs all over, yea
Sports cars all over, yea
Until it's all over, yea

[Outro:]
Till it's over, over, all over
Until it's all over, yea
Got jewelry all over, yea
Got money all over, yea
Got bitches all over, yea
Until it's all over, yea, yea, haha
Your bitches come over, haha
Yea, yea, till it's all over (yea, yea)
Got jewelry all over [yea (x6)]

Gold lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse 1:]
More cash than she's seen in her life
Watch me make that twice, times that
Back of that tour bus banging 56 Nights
Her Future looking bright, show money nice
This show quality ice
I met her this evening
I could probably cut tonight
Studio for 10, make it before then
And we can get one in
Got to be a quicky though
Because you know I got the wife with me
And I don't need her on TMZ trying to hit me
Leveled up high class sluts trying to fuck with me
Saying she just want to get high
She a motherfucking lie
She just trying to be seen
Whenever I hit the scene
Hoping my designer home boys keep her fly
Privileges that you get for kicking in
With the realest niggas who in the biz
We is that shit, stay G and got rich
I never switch, never even considered it
Legitimately down for my niggas bitch
Land Rover the syndicate, all train
Killing shit, smacked the game up
Pistol whipped that hoe

[Hook:]
Money rolls, cars and clothes
This fast cash, it comes and goes
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Money rolls, cars and clothes
This fast cash, it comes and goes
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Makes sense till your further on down the road
Makes sense till your further on down the road

[Verse 2:]
Truth's revealed, lies get exposed
For this lifestyle I was chose
I was designed, I was built
And then I broke my own mold
Grind more, the only one I know
Hustling this music as if it were dope
A price quote from what I just wrote
Seran all over, kilo grams straight from the boat
I am the man, G code
I'm the road top class graduate [?]
Congratulate your dog, cause your dog cold
Baby I'm chilling, seven dobbies in my robe
Supreme clientele, zipping to a meeting in my ghost
Trust folk to be underground successful
Trying to situate yourself but your peeps need help to
You got to get it out the mud fool
Who else but you, what else is you supposed to do?

[Hook:]
Money rolls, cars and clothes
This fast cash, it comes and goes
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Money rolls, cars and clothes
This fast cash, it comes and goes
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Makes sense till your further on down the road

[Outro:]
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Makes sense till your further on down the road
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Makes sense till your further on down the road
Money rolls, cars and clothes
This fast cash, it comes and goes
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Money rolls, cars and clothes
This fast cash, it comes and goes
Yea, yea, yea, yea

Like Five Duece Four Trey lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Eyeing Venetian blinds for peace of mind
Sooner or later them motherfuckers'll try
Still goin' hard, though the critics say I'm blind
Say I lack dimension, say my lyrics are one-sided
It's the saga of the stoned Temple pilot
When it's all said and done them motherfuckers'll say I was a prophet
Spoke about the Bentleys right before I got 'em
Physical evidence that you could touch that paper without that sucker behavior
Them niggas waterin' it down, we bring that flavor
'95 Air Max, Diamond Turf be on
Sandals tied up and strapped clean and sharp
As a pack of thumbtacks in the laundromat, dog
On to that bullshit, so don't pull it
I hold potential like bullets, nigga
Might save your life and might kill ya
No sugarcoatin', no filter
The raw image right from the line of scrimmage
My nigga, you in it, uh

[Hook - Curren$y:]
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I used to watch my brother break 'em in the stairway
I wore his chain and held his beeper at the dice game
And said, "Yo, here come them people" when them laws came
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I used to watch my brother break 'em in the stairway
I rocked his chain and held his beeper at the dice game
And used to say, "Here come them people" when the laws came

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Sacramento ballin', vintage shoppin'
Mitch Richmond, bodied, stop it, pop it, I get it
Cop it, rim it, drop it, stunt in it, they watchin'
Blades spinnin', choppy
Sure of myself, but not cocky
Prayin' for the health of everybody around me
Prayin' that my moves only become more godly
Rememberin' my first ride in a Maserati
In Miami with my homie Lil Wayne steamin' broccoli
Motivation, I thought about that shit constantly
Now I collect Ferraris and I drive around at top speed
Fuck probably, wodie, I gots to be
Smokin' these beats like marijuana leaves
Higher than the top of trees
Still good, down-to-Earth people
Super illegal, in that black rag
Diamond in the back that you mad at
You'll get murked through the mail
Serve digital anthrax (sucka)

[Hook/Outro - Curren$y:]
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I used to watch my brother break 'em in the stairway
I rocked his chain and held his beeper at the dice game
And used to say, "Here come them people" when the laws came
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I used to watch my brother bake 'em in the dice game
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I used to watch my brother break 'em in the stairway
I wore his chain and held his beeper at the dice game
And used to say, "Here come them people" when the laws came
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I used to watch my brother kill 'em in the stairway

2 Us It's Nothing lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro]

[Verse:]
Never change
It's a dirty game
But we still playing, predicting rain
We say fuck the weatherman cause, we still shine
Fuck what y'all sayin'
Meetin deadlines
Due date came I was prepared
I had my shit straight
We really be out there
Rollin up getting paid
When you saw I was bossin' in the fast lane
When you saw me it was [?] and the finest strain
A couple niggas who done rolled with me through everything feel me mane
I think my city tryna kill me mane, but I love it
That's why I do so much for it
Ferraris in storage, underground garages, and Porsches
Smoked out in my fortress
Plottin on some more shit
Restaurant early, I met the sexiest hostess
She liked my condo view so now she in my mirror posing
My newest mule is baby girl I do this shit for you
Ears open, eyes glued so she wet
I perfectly set the mood, way iller than [?]
Bitch you into Mr. Who's Who
So many tycoons in one room
Arm candy I brung dazzling 'em, unraveling some'n
Thought they was tight, wrapped or somethin'
Macking or somethin', she'll take that lame game even with nothin'
Come back to bed and play Jenga with your stacks fool we hustling
Fuck you thought, a real boss
Niggas is lost

[Bridge:]
To us it's nothin'
To you it's somethin'
Play Jenga with your stacks fool we hustling

[Outro:]
Never change
It's a dirty game
But we still playing, forget the rain
We say fuck the weatherman cause, we still shine
Fuck what y'all sayin'
Meet deadline
Due date came, I was prepared
I had my shit straight [?] getting paid
When you saw I was bossin' in the fast lane

Plug lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse 1:]
Canal street confidential
Information in these files will probably kill you
Guard it with your life
This shit I'm giving you, super pure snow white
Step on it more than twice, it'll still come out right
We sling it every night
ITunes never closes
Move in unison, four in the morning
Fuck is you doing? Hating instead of going for it
Mad at the player, throwing rocks at the scoreboard
Oh boy, I'm in my new toy
With my new bitch, we smoking hella noise
Oh, that's that loud shit
I always gas it out, come through, mafia
Make my profits rise, you can't stop these guys
Being red lights barricades a yield sign
Run through that wack ass defensive line
Then get mine, add that paper up
Subtract the suckers, then we split the pie
Corporation never die, alright

[Hook:]
In that Porsche looking like I play sports
In that Lamb bitches saying that I'm the man
In that Bentley looking like heaven sent me
Ferrari horses building castles in the sand
Uh, I do it for my city cause I love them
I stunted on you bitch before I fucked her
Looking for the plug, you ain't know I was one
I'm the coldest motherfucker rap hustling

[Verse 2:]
My OG gave me this golf hat
I'm posted up not too far from where he bought that
I came threw clowning I know you saw that
With my rags out back and my baseball cap
Back yard where my swimming pool and dogs at
Patio furniture, I'm taking weed naps
Big money dice game, in the bizzzack of the huzzzap
I'm in ever corner rizzzaps
Rep the set throw up, Jeps I know you see that
Gathering stack, we touring the mizap
Champagne came with the game
Along with the bitches, they attracted to the fame
Like moths drawn to the flame, can't even blame
Human nature is the pursuit of paper
They know my name, they know it mean money
Free C Murda, sincerely yours, see money

[Hook:]
I'm in that Porsche looking like I play sports
In that Lamb bitches saying that I'm the man
In that Bentley looking like heaven sent me
Ferrari horses building castles in the sand
Uh, I do it for my city cause I love them
I stunted on you bitch before I fucked her
Looking for the plug, you ain't know I was one
I'm the coldest motherfucker rap hustling

[Outro:]
I stunted on your bitch before I fucked her [x9]

T.Y. lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro]

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Chandeliers and the ceiling still
She get the chills
Remembering when shit was so real, she could feel me
Handling the steering wheels
Lane to lane, until we made it to the plane
No diamonds in my ear, plenty in my watch
The neighborhood superstar
The neighborhood watch love to watch
I'm in the drop, easy to spot, hard to get
Not a target for too much of a boss for all that kid shit
I'm in the 6 with an AMG kit
Pay me quick, or the killers record hits
I'm in the mix motherfucker this is instant grits
Butter lather
Rapping these studiobricks, nobody does it better

[Hook x2:]
We the realest shit you heard about
Keep it pumping even when it's a drought
If you bucking then we pulling it out
Hit the block and newest thing out
JLR bitch we running the south

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
And if they leave me the weight, I'm a take it
A whole zip of that kill, I fuck around and face it
We only speaking what's real, this is more than a basic
I been had it on my mind before I even made it
Top dog, the shots called, nigga we make 'em
Bitches want love and they pussy is persuasive
I be in the cut blazing like I'm from Jamaica
These lames ain't us they just duplicate our flavor
I'm so far gone but I'll be back with some paper
Weighing on this fucking vape like I was the creator
Left the little league and hopped straight in the majors
Spike the sprite just to add a little more flavor
We make this here for all the original players
Real gon be real, and the haters gon be haters
And when you notice that your hustle gon be so amazing
This took time, I had got better with patience
And this jet life, you gotta love it or hate it (nigga)

[Hook x4:]
We the realest shit you heard about
Keep it pumping even when it's a drought
If you bucking then we pulling it out
Hit the block and newest thing out
JLR bitch we runnin the south

[Outro]

EP: "Even More Saturday Night Car Tunes" (2015)

Cars lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro:]
Another saturday, sun goin down
Still bright enough for you to wipe your car off though
Find the car keys

[Verse 1:]
On the low like a ground effects kit
20/20 for chronic in this bitch
Took my drivers seat out, put a throne in my shit
We street kings, concrete castles, penthouses is lavish
It was established I could have it when I met her, but
I ain't even gon' fuck
Just gon' bend a corners on a couple my homies
See what the gas man got for me
Light one at the light, as I got on the highway
Passenger occupied by pretty eyes half open
Cause she been smokin'
That girl so high, that girl on fire for a rider
Now she right on side one

[Chorus:]
Cars with the boomin' system [x8]

[Verse 2:]
S10 blazers, dancing bears
I used to draw em on my looseleaf papers
Now the proof is on the pavement
We made it we major
We turned people who used to be cool with us into haters
So? can't be scared to grow, they want you afraid to shine
Cause they too pussy to try
I'm paid cause, I said do when you said die
I laid down log, paid dues, bend rules, never lie
Tony made what he could on the side
Never turned on you frank
Just tried to add a couple zeros to the bank
But you know how that went
Ambition to get tigers at the crib and all types of crazy shit

[Chorus]

Do It For A G lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Yo Gotti)

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
You shoulda seen how I pulled up (pulled up)
Your girl got an instagram clip
15 seconds ain't enough
We talkin' bout a mothafuckin' feature film

And I heard you was mad at us
Well, wait until you get a load of this
Rally stripes center one
Scratched off like a lottery ticket
Yeah me and your bitch
Marijuana and liquor
Her favorite
Mama got good sense but her head game crazy
She on the bed like a stripper stage goin' in
She bust it open like a SLS Mercedes

[Chorus - Curren$y:]
Do it for a G
Do it for a G
Do it for a G
All I wanna be, is all that I could be
All that I could be, that's why they fuck with me

[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti:]
Do it for a 'G' or B-A-N-D-Z
Got an AK watchin' out for the FBI
Try'na be F-R-E-E
Do it for the OG niggas in the cutlasses
Old school Chevy and the hustlin'
AR-15, [?], SK bustin' it... Blaat!
Got them hoes on deck, Got them hoes on deck
Got the Benz and Porsche got the white Rolls Royce
And the doors on that, Go!
Opposite, I'm the opposite
I'm type of G nigga, ain't no stoppin' it

[Chorus - Curren$y]

[Interlude - Curren$y:]
Comin' down, papered up
They make em way for us, they know we holdin' now
I made a plan to be the man
Go and get it that money ain't gon' wait around
Comin' down, papered up
They make em way for us, they know we holdin' now
I made a plan to be the man
Real money only bosses in my circle when you look around

[Chorus - Curren$y]

Rhymes Like Weight lyrics - Curren$y

Ladida-da-da
Push Rhymes like Weight [x3]

[Verse 1:]
Uh, Smoke one for the mule they arrested her
But they didn't search the Celica
Unpaid traffic tickets, bitch slipin'
Almost got popped with the audio dope shipment
Off the radar really but I'm still living
Stash it, Spin it, Candy paint it
Brush aluminium rimmin', sport center game givin'
Court Vision, I can lend it if you got enough money to rent it
Prize fighter, Sugar Ray Leonard
I knew it was my night before the sun went down my nigga
Not a sound, we in here
Haters found dismembered in a cloud of killah
Sticky weed, blood on the leaves, provoke me
I wrote these in the back of that ghostly
And them haters throwin' shade like Oakley's

[Hook x2:]
I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight nigga

[Verse 2:]
Spaceship sedans on airbags, Slammed at the airport when I land
Seem you get when they say you the man
With a wave of a hand find yourself in quick sand
Now I'm on whole 'nother, pour me a double
Grandma Yay right away the troubles
Reminiscent the days I struggled, wondered
If I... Ever get up from under
I hustled, loved it, now I'm stuntin' on those
Who said that I'll never be nothin'
Now they see me comin', miles away from 'em
Shine from above 'em, enlightened 'em
You can say I sonned them, Stunned 'em
Run up and then we out gunned 'em
Fire power, smokin' flowers
Time is money, Rolex diamonds on my hours
Looking for another check we can devour

[Hook x2:]
I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight nigga

100 Spokes lyrics - Curren$y

("Even More Saturday Night Car Tunes" Version)

[Chorus:]
100 spokes and new clothes [x3]

[Verse 1:]
Cut a moon roof in the '72
That's what the paper tell me do
Spaceship came through, slayed you
Thinkin' that the game new, fool who raised you?
I ain't got time to save you
Paydays I'm on the way to
State to state, many a stage and venue
The stoned saga continues
I'm fin to, collect more residuals
Off digitals and physical
Record in the fortress stable of Ferrari horses
Paved the driveway parked exotics on it
Looking at 'em just make me want more shit
I'm addicted to this hustle I'm so sick
Tug of war with my girl cause I can't split into two people
Wanna work just as bad as I wanna be with you
Sitting in my homeboys Regal, higher than a eagle
Thinking of a loophole to squeeze through
Leave to that paper that's church, cathedral
Take my Kangol off before I enter the bistro
Crooks gotta eat too, in a castle with platters of seafood
Lavish extravagance wishing it could be you
See you when I see you
And when I do don't be looking all evil and deceitful

[Chorus:]
100 spokes and new clothes [x5]

[Verse 2:]
Boat launch in the backyard
Warehouse garage, full of sports cars
Should inspire you to go for it
I did this you could do so much more
What you waiting on, we got planes to board
High before takin' off, pulling up in racers at the Bape store
Bout paper, my bank chase but baby girl I won't chase ya
I've got aim and a laser, red beam on a stack of green
Contact me if it's a major caper
A dollar and a dream
We can pull it off while them mufuckas sleep like they always be
Look to the set if you're looking for the best
No rest until I see all my dogs eat
Quest for greatness, hella early in the latest
You ain't even know they made this shit
Nigga

[Chorus:]
100 spokes and new clothes [x5]

Fully Loaded lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro:]
I been smoking up, fully loaded
Ohhh-Ohhh yea
I been smoking up, fully loaded

[Verse 1:]
From the Bentley to the booth, now I'm back again
Because this shit take ends, I'm try'na win
Losers is them, we ranked top ten that
Any event championship air bagging, the E-class station wagon
VIP the homie threw me down, BVS 17's
I'm lookin' clean, coming down fucking them up
Spinning they heads round, yea bruh that's us

[Hook x3:]
Loaded (Loaded)
I've been drinking (I've been drinking)
I've been smoking
I'm fully loaded (Loaded)

[Verse 2:]
Bottom bread, fuck what they said
Thin crust, extra cheese, papered up
My bottom bitch learning to water ski, so raise a glass for her
Cheers to the self made, self paid
Haters ain't shit, Family's everything
Everybody's rich no weak link
Weigh my chain on the dope scale, in the wind like boat sails, Mermaids learn by the smoke smell

Loaded (Loaded)
We over here girl

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Uh, Ideas in the ashtray
Could've been the next big thing if developed halfway
But in the streets living savagely, Got caught up sadly
Coughin' it up, bleeding badly, we lost 'em bruh
All I could do is dedicate my next player move to you
So just know who was fo' when I slide through
Frame on the [?] oldest, cruise life I choose
I'm on, I'm on more than Sport Center
I'm on like porch lights, Daddy home bitches

[Hook]

"Pilot Talk III" (2015)

Opening Credits lyrics - Curren$y

It was right around the time
I thought, I had to move back with my moms
I had to sell my first lowrider
Half way to the top
With the sleep
Woke up at the bottom
They turned off my lights
I lit candles and I plotted
Got it before
Getting it again shouldn't be a problem
Every month dropped something
Then ended up in Double X-L
Put a nigga on the cover
Made the freshmen ten like a year before my brother Wiz
Rap hustling and we rocked there what we win
Then I tried to start to start a bidness with Damon
Charged that to the game, learned some thangs
I thought I earned some change
But fuck it mayne, it's all the same
I'd live the same life again
If it don't kill ya
It'd just make you realer
Stepping into the house shoes of a big wheeler
Always wrote my own rules
This jet life nigga
Remembering when I couldn't smoke in the buildings
Now the executives is dancing on the ceiling
I've been moving around, moving around trying to get it

Long As The Lord Say lyrics - Curren$y

Cranberry crepes to begin the day
Just another chance to fill the safe
Let us pray, if we pull it off and get away, smooth escape
And they stay fam for all our days, forever paid
Never played, never save a bitch who misbehaved
That's a privilege, niggas is made
Andretti Corleone, Spitta in his lane
Don't be over here get ran over, no breaks in the rain
High performance motors, champagne
By God's amazing grace I done maintained
Foolishly wake up tomorrow, do the same thing
Money and drugs is on the brain, just trying to come up outchea
It's rough outchea mane
Drain all the love out your veins
Nothing but a cold blooded hustler remain
Trying to get to it, multiply buy two it then five
Divide it amongst my crew, you know how we do

[Chorus x2:]
Plottin' like always
Marble floor hallways
Smoked out all day
Tryin' to get more paid
Long as the Lord say the same
Long as the Lord say the same

Long as the Lord say the same, mane
We can have championship rings
Touch any and everything
Come out on top long as I don't stop
When I don't drop it be like a coke drought
Dad will be back soon, love don't pout
Dirty stall mean you already know who let the dogs out
Same nigga stay bringing cars out
When it's broads, same player rock the gold, nigga getting hoes
Pull up bumping this probably get you mo'
I'm super glued to the G-code
Sticking to the script, played the role
Made the honor roll
Shit makes sense to you further on down the road
Shiver when I spoke to her cause my game cold
Icebreaker cut precise like lasers
VVS talk quite persuasive

[Chorus x4]

Cargo Planes lyrics - Curren$y

Never half ass, only get the dopest from me
Rollin with the homie Ski
My dog Fatts
LBC

Even if the pot was to drop and break
Fiends'll still pay top dollar
For the shake flakes, they could scrape
Eating off these fine rhymes, like china plates
Instrumentals in my Bentley on the interstate
Millionares relate, cause I talk money
My niggas on the grind say I talk foreign
Using this art as a talk forum
To spark notions, to start motion
Hope for the hopeless
Ain't know it when I wrote it
But my lines saved a man life
When I met him he told me
In a meet and greet line with a jernt
Him and his girl rolled for me
Thats why I keep going G, Totally
Never half ass, only get the dopest from me
Rolling with the homie Ski
Smoking that spoken warrior tree
Green leaves, frosty with THC
Produce mo', Studio Judo
Sell out shows to cop mo' Chevy 2 Do's
Build another house just for me to park those
This is Curren$y in muthafuckin' boss mode
Currently running that Pilot Talk code
Now raise your glasses if you want mo'
We in the house like your closet though
Im in yo bitch like a spinal chord
All up her back nigga, you don't like that
But she love it, thats why she does it
Never displaying affection when we out in public
Cause muthafuckas looking, and shit'll look ugly
So walk right past me homegirl, and do not say nuttin'
Secret locations we meet at, and then we cuttin'
Money discussions, when my bottom
Imma' pack twin Louis Vuitton duffle's
We coming up, with another plan to get it
Make sure the truck big enough to load all the cash in it
Ferrari's 40-Yard Dashing
Vanishing, behind gated mansion's
Smoking to the fact we always know that we would have it
It's turning out greater than we even had imagined
Bored with some luxuries, I never thought I'd haven't
Im just happy that when I see my momma she laughing
Stashing more weight, just incase she asks me
But she'll never need it cause she'll already have it
All of this coming from rapping bout
Last night action
Last night madness
These other rappers is not even challenging
Or raising the bar
They sneaking under it
Or trying to crawl past it
We trying make classics here
Throw that other shit in the trash its weird

My dog Fatts
LBC

Froze lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Riff Raff)

[Chorus x2:]
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
That's why my heart on froze
My heart on froze
My heart on froze

I came up in this world so cold

[Riff Raff:]
Yeah, uh
Mind incoherent
Taint the days from the bad experience
I don't hit the line I pass the interior
Exterior Phantom, seldom wait for stanza
Bout to hit a couple stories, boy scout lantern
Ca-ca-cathedral box, center stage like Chris Rock
Recline the top, like Peter Pan drop
Drop a couple smells, top smells, top chef
Cheddar melt, fast forward silk chain made from Tinkerbell
Luxury coated, due to a couple pairs dancing
Marinara on the seat belts, Versace fence
I'm Michael Phelps with the gold medallions
I pulled a couple stallions, my rims rattle
I ball like Ralph Samson, Riff!

[Chorus x2]

[Curren$y:]
Undefeated like my sweats, untouchable rep
Underated overhated, fuck em I'm a jet
Life on the set nigga, live and direct
Like an intercept, halt your progress
I don't celebrate that touchdown, yet
You soft as a night gown clown, I see that right now
I'm cold I'm froze like you should have wrapped them pipes
I'm cold I'm froze like put some coats on them children
'Fore you let them outside
Getting strong of that green spinach bitch, Popeye
Pot got me lazy in my long sleeve tie dye
Whippin' a Mercedes AMG 96 2 door 600
Alloy wheels on it, introduce me to your best bitch homie
Eyes can't hide her desire, she on me
Heart on fire for Mr. Frosty, I'm cold

Get Down lyrics - Curren$y

[Chorus x2:]
Drugs for you ears
You've been alive, just wasn't aware
But now you have to get down
And we're so happy to have you, have to get down

I wrote a million dollar verse on a napkin
While awaiting my baked Alaska
Couple shots before and after the meal
But not too much liquor to handle
Swear I got this audio dope mastered by engineers
Professors who receive masters, it's degrees
Certain things you must achieve 'fore you ask it be allowed
All inside store the pow-wow
So include it in the private cloud cause this game sorta got my spirits down
I need my baddest bitch and my realest niggas and a couple pounds
Years later, Pilot Talk III finally being wrote now
So tell them culture vultures where to stick it
Tell them stuffed suits to up them digits
We drug dealing, musical terrorism
Underground faction existing
So you don't have to accept that bullshit they giving you to listen

[Chorus x2]

A G is what I am, a jet is who I be
You know what I smoke anywhere I go
All access, never it locked though
Spitta got the key to the globe, well travelled
I done lost more passports than you done took trips lil daddy
Let's congratulate less on the purchase of his Caddy
Strolling in the booth with a freshly lit fatty
Now raw packages so I had to zig-zag it
Like I did back when, ain't nothin' changed but the addresses
New crib but I kept my old door mat
Remind yourself where you came from, you could go back
You've been told that, buss em, know that
Cause they've been show that
Learn the hallway, dead in the hallway
Or cuffed and stuck sitting in the back of them cars mayne
When you could have been a star mayne, shit raw mayne
I want you to have it all, big crib, big car
Have your cake and eat it, every motherfuckin' piece
With the icing that you like
La-la-da-da-la-la-la-la, like

[Chorus x2]

Sidewalk Show lyrics - Curren$y

One time for the lifers, two times for the lighters
One is nothing if the other not present in the cypher
Letter never be divided, OG game provided
By the star of the show, not a side kick
My side chick got a side chick
That boo came to clip and slide on my ishh
If I can find time
Diamonds in my Rolex got me temporarily blind
Forgive me for that braggadoious line
I'm not so flashy with mine
But every now and again you gotta remind niggas that I'm really on the grind
Some rappers just say it cause it rhymes
I say it, I plant it and then it's mine
Roll up on me and see with your own eyes
That SLS keep em surprised


James Bond rendition
Don Perrion bottles is frigid
A couple models in here, Bridgette and Bridget
On wise and done lines, I spectated they got naked and played twister
I rolled another broken finger, this one was moist ended
Smoke this for my nigga who no longer with us
Your spirit jump out them T-shirts and pictures
You live on my nigga
It's like them coward ass suckas never killed ya
I'm taking dabs of the OG wax
My girl at the spa getitng a Brazillian
When she get home I'm going swimming in it

The 560 SL lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Chorus - Curren$y:]
560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
Heard they're tryna stop it but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL, heard they're tryna stop it but oh well

[Curren$y:]
Skyline, condo high rise
Roof top pool, let them birds swang dive
Disrespect the apple of your eye
Thinking she was a prize
She a pie and everybody gets a slice
Cut, slumped in the 240 SX
And they ain't even know it was us
Surprised by the time they realize you was getting with the deal
Fuckin' with the motherfukers, homie this is real
Michael [?], camera pan, glimpse into the life that I live
It's just rap but it's looking like that king pin shit, so they set traps
Tell 'em throw that salt back on the spice rack
Bosses take and give careers back
Orphans looking for their real dads
Oh how many rap sons I have
Laughing as I hit the gas, then I lit the gas

[Chorus - Curren$y]

[Curren$y:]
560 SL, $70, pump one at the shell
Who else could it possible be?
Done so well you know it had to be me
Capital G, tee tops on the grand national
At the business conference via satellite
Couldn't make it in cause I had a wild night
Fill me in on what I'm missing, get them checks right
The streets gon' love with what I do with mine on site
Super sport, pumped on the black tops in the cut
Ballin' out, holding that smoke in
As the world go round, prices go up
As the tips go down, they duplicate, we innovate sounds
That's why I never play my new shit round them clowns
King shit, Rolex crowns, we chopping paper in here
Don't know what you talking bout right now
We sittin' in this

[Chorus - Curren$y]

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm finished answering question on personal shit
I'm tired of niggas running up on me asking for verses and shit
Been too many places where they act like we ain't supposed to be there
They don't respect us, still we start cursing and shit
I might need a hearse for my 5th
My verses so tight that I have to write them cursive and spit
I might need a nurse I'm that sick
I might need a girl who don't care about purses and shit
I might be the best of my time, my team record perfect
Can't achieve less you workin'
I done came a long way, came a long way
These boys ain't never seen it, I heard it
That's why they show me love and respect when they see me in person
Show you how to be a boss insteaf of being a burden
Spread love, that's the player way
Got your main bitch in my Mercedes rolling up
Thought I told you I'ma shine fool
Pocket full of money, keep them pistols in the [?]
Get my

[Chorus x2 - Curren$y]

Audio Dope 5 lyrics - Curren$y

Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordan's... nigga

Bunsen burners, laboratory beakers
Pour it in the speakers
Haters fire heatseekers
Though they fail to reach us, we
Too cold, your soul
Shiver when you see us
Mad that you can't be us
So you planning ways to see us
Defeated, it's not happening
One deep in them two seaters mashing
Ignoring the pain like pitbulls when they scrapping
I'm, too far in it to stop and see if I'm injured
I gotta finish my nigga, I gotta kill it
Signed, sealed, delivered at your front door nigga
Where you gonna go nigga
Audio dope dealers
Smugglers ripping through the jungle on them four wheelers
Shit don't get no real love
We got these hoes chilling
Because we can smoke in here
Working hard, we party with the privileged
I got it all, because I'm gifted
The lord giveth, my nigga

[Chorus x2:]
Knocking at the door cause' they want some more
Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans
I can't afford, to not record it
Cause' I know them niggas waiting on it

Jet life, love boat, all aboard bitches
Smoke a jernt, and play some shuffleboard with me
Them boys living, them boys getting it
Going from boys to men
Check the cut on my denim
Check the stitching
Authenticism in my lyricism
Studio coke written
The booth, the stove, the kitchen
Scraping the sides of the pot
Not a dollar we missing
And the aim still the same
We acquiring more millions
It's like the Wire
It's like New Jack City
It's like Menace
This shit serious, I'm not kidding
You'll get killed for being curious
Cats get chased by the big dogs
Round' here, aw yeah
Shit will get wicked quick
And ya'll was just kicking it
Now you gotta pick up your homie up
Cause he got hit, and them niggas is still shooting
Fuck is you gonna do
Pussyfoots'll never feel a real niggas shoes

[Chorus]

Hoes feel this, professional audio dope dealers...
Yeah man...

Life I Chose lyrics - Curren$y (feat. J Townsend)

Botched hits, failed attempts
Though we never died, suckers better hide
Or regret they tried
Fumbled, 4th and one
On the goal line, I'm 'fin to take it back that 99
96 flow shift, Impala with the cherry wine
Bitches trying to sip, don't get to drunk to ride
Might call up on you bitch you know there is a time
We might need you for a mission
I weigh your living on line, cause they see us getting it
Wonder if its mafia tied, scheduled one lyrics keep 'em high
Surveillance at the marina, they ain't think I seen 'em but I spied
They tried to tail us home from the arena
Hoping that would lead 'em to a lead
We waving as we pass off, peace
Boss fool, people that you got to talk to before you run up on me
Doors you got to be walked through by OG's
Triple OG's, like 1000, listening to Ice T with a frozen Long Island
Trying to get right quick like right now-ish

[Chorus:]
This is the life I chose, yeah
And this the life I'm living
No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I'm given
That's why I don't fuck around, don't fuck around, don't fuck around
Cause you know I'll make it down, I'll make it down, I'll make it down

Paper straight but I keep it in the closet
Furs on the coat rack, rollies in the pockets
My girl mom wanted her to marry a doctor
Disappointed in her choice until I picked her up in from the airport in that Rolls Royce
What could you say, the cost to be the boss been paid
I lost some but in the end I won
When its all done they say I was the one
Don't apologize though, I ain't worried bout it
Knew I was ill-er than those niggas the whole time
You smell the difference in my gas when I roll by
I could probably teach a a class
So much work, I make it seem effortless
Everyday sweats I'm in still fresher then peppermints
These niggas better chill before I start rapping for real
Independent hustler, then I got a major deal
Released barges of raw at will and I will, nigga

[Chorus x2]

Pot Jar lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Jadakiss)

[Curren$y:]
Parlayed the Caymans
Flew to vegas just in time for the weigh-in
Fight night, MGM, vaporizer blazing
Valet for the classics, trucks with armored glasses
Franchise players on a momentous occasion
Announce the fact we made it, tip a c-note to the waiters
Send a bottle to your table, it's a celebration
Rolling presidential, inauguration stones clearer than an HD station
And you hating
If you'd have had one that's nice I'd have told you congratulations
I stole home base while you was tying your laces
Your bitch gave out the dugout
Smoked out the clubhouse
Welcome to the majors

[Chorus - Curren$y:]
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

[Curren$y:]
Certified dope on three coasts
Bread healthy, wheat toast
Tryna see the fam wealthy, the fam help me
Held me down when I needed it
Held me up when I couldn't reach it
Flashlight when I couldn't see shit
Saying my prayers, smoking my weed
Listening to Roy Ayers
With more pull in my city than the mayor
Smart not scared
Highed up but aware and prepared
If them fools from over there ever came round here
But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it
(Audio drug lord with this music)

[Chorus]

[Jadakiss:]
Don't nothing move but the decimal
Everyday above ground is a chest move
Don't let the little things stress you
If you can go without killing a nigga, you successful
Low key, like I'm riding with a whole key
But I'm just chasing these cookies with this OG
I don't do first halfs, I need the whole fee
You want Jada, Kiss, or you want the whole me? (which one)
And I don't be popping bubbles
If I ain't house shopping I'm at the dealer copping doubles
Ain't where I wanna be, but I'm not far
Answers at the bottom of my pot jar (light one)

[Chorus]

Search Party lyrics - Curren$y

Sucka ass niggas keep stealing
The real ones keep building more shit
Clown shit that I'm not feeling
Too much, cut that bullshit, snuff they dealings
Mainstream got it all fucked up
You want the real dope then you gotta come to us
Underground niggas papered up
Fuck that award show
Get 'em tickets to my bitch like "yeah I'll go"
I gotta get these bars wrote, that raw coke
Musical key loads, boat loads, car loads
Hollywood celebrity types and hood stars know
You're existence is hanging in the balance bro
Residuals is critical, we need them stacks kid
Wake up to them bowls, no cereal
Plane materials is how I flow
If I write about it then believe it's what I know
That's why it comes so easy to me
You see literally I flow like a river current
While them other niggas fronting, finna say fuck it
Star write screen plays
Swear my life like a movie in so many ways
Aw man

I'ma kill a niggas spirit when I pull up in this
The kid cruising by without going into the event
Crew members in attendance so I'm represented well
I was in the studio with that triple beam scale
New beamers, swerve 'em in the rain, make 'em fishtail
Reckless, though I mean well
My intentions were good, but my niggas too hood
You was talking down on the set and it got back to 'em
Now my dog highly upset, I gotta watch what he doing
Cuz if he catch you slipping he might do something stupid
I worked to hard for this to see my niggas lose and being foolish
I was aware the snakes was there when I moved in
But that money make it easier for home improvements
Make sure that you trust your shooters
The closest ones to ya be the ones that'll do ya
I ain't have to tell ya

All I Know lyrics - Curren$y

Adidas slides, when I arrive
Hundreds socks, money knots
Left a couple killers outside, under strict instruction
If I ain't back in 15 minutes, They tryin somethin, Rush em
Chichi get the yayo
We could shape into what we want like Play-Doh, with this batch
A Ferrari FF hatchback
Brown cajun, blazin out the sour patch
Time lapsed, clouds passed, My mind wraps around plans to bring in more cash
Make em more mad, Jernt burnin slow
Biscayne Bay, Cigarrete Boats go fast
I know what they used to call em, because Im OG used to ballin
Now homie you can’t see, but you pretend that you was lookin for em
In a player ass loft witcho girlfriend cookin for em

[Chorus:]
Money hoes clothes, yea that’s all a nigga know
Stars on the roof bitch, marble on the floor
A hunnit jernts comin yea that’s all a nigga know
Tell the truth you know I get it bitch, and all these niggas know

Fifty roaches in the ashtray
Smokin better than good on a bad day
I could see my cars from this balcony
Bitch you could touch the stars from this balcony
Schoolin em
Teachers lounge, Drinkin crown with the faculty
To trade this, I had to be crazy bitch
Thought I made dumb decisions til they saw I made it stupid rich
Played it smart with my mind, not my heart
Automatic start, and assisted parallel park
And I don’t even like new cars, this for my broad
Grind hard with my dogs
Day oners, front runners, the done numbers
1997 Bulletproof Hummers
61 Impalas with the gold bumpers
Double antennas
Rap hustlin ass niggas smokin out yo bidness center for the whole winter

[Chorus:]
Money hoes clothes, yea that’s all a nigga know
Stars on the roof bitch, marble on the floor
A hunnit jernts comin yea that’s all a nigga know
Tell the truth you know I get it bitch, and all these niggas know

Briefcase lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah
Yeah
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my niggas
Fuck around found Pilot Talk III

Million cash in the safe, help me sleep safe
Handcuff my favourite bitch to the briefcase
Baby text me, let me know you made it in safe
Condo, capital city of each state
Enough here for all of us to have a slice of cake
Make sure every body ate, the whole family straight
Try to keep a tidy place and have it free of snakes
Cause you know they slither in here some kinda way
Some disguised as friends, masks on they face
Fake smiles, devilish grins, looks of hate
Steer clear of them cause them niggas they'll take ya
For a long ride, they find ya tied up off the interstate
Stays high, but I'm higher
Keys open doors to my lowrider
Somewhere inside I'm sure I got a lighter
Take flight after we find it
Racecar driver slash airplane pilot
Dress better than yo stylist nigga I'm not even tryin'
You wastin' time lookin' at shit you ain't even buyin'
I'm on the lot and you barley online browsin'
Tryna tell me what to do with my shit
Organized crime, in my mind game applied
Dream realized, things visualized, materialized
Words to my rhymes, I'm swervin' in my '65
13 inch gold spokes white wall tires
Young and you 'round grown folks
Keep some open eyes, and ears
You might learn something up here
No fear, just blood sweat and gears
Shifting the number one position, top tier
For the right amount of dollars my nigga, I'll appear
The whole crowd high off the dope for they ears
Catalogue thats enough dope for the years
I'm on for hella seasons like cheers nigga yeah
Million cash in the safe, help me sleep safe
Handcuff my favourite bitch to the briefcase
Baby text me, let me know you made it in safe
Condo, capital city of each state
Enough here for all of us to have a slice of cake
Make sure every body ate, the whole family straight
Try to keep a tidy place and have it free of snakes
Cause you know they slither in here some kinda way

On a mission and I'm fishin' for my niggas
Fuck around found Pilot Talk
Yeah, yeah
Seen niggas blow up and blow it, you know it
One of the last stoned poets

Lemonade Mimosas lyrics - Curren$y

Treacherous bitches tryna snatch bricks out the crib before you build it
Roll one up for my nigga, gotta smoke it alone cause somebody killed him
So I'm roaming the city stoned, won't leave the town alone
Stay puttin' on, new shit
Louie Vuitton case for the pool sticks
Want it off the brick, show you what to do with this
Audio drug lord, penning that dope for yo ass to smoke
Four bars like an 8 ball of snow
Hundred dollar bills rolled into a straw
She havin' a classic coke, her model feature still intact
That powder yet to take a toll on her
She in the suite at the game huntin' business owners
Tryna get one of them fools to throw a ring on it
Won't be me or none of my homies
That money got our attention every minute
Every second thinking of ways to bring them cheques in
It's a obsession

[Chorus:]
Focused on grosses, never on these hoes'
Jets up in motion, Land, Air, Ocean
Lames we don't know them
Game to be sold, not told
Count it up, stash it
Then bring some more in
This is not a game but we playin'
With some dope bitch
Paid in the shade nigga
Lemonade Mimosas

Uh
Airport passenger pick up
Lookin' like a showroom
This how our bitches come to get us
Every moment worthy of pictures
Each one worth a million
Shift gears like pulling the trigger
Killin' them niggas Leave they head spinnin'
They find they women missin'
Mama tryna kick it like a habit
But if its not bout cash I keep dippin'
That cadillac viscous
Thats the homie Vish shit
Painted and on switches riding to the bank
Fuck what a bitch think no tint on the windows
Sharks in the fish tank chillin
Twistin' a zip of that dank
On a mission to get bigger
Expansion, more mansions
More vehicles, more Villas
Imagine it, my nigga

[Chorus:]
Focused on grosses, never on these hoes'
Jets up in motion, Land, Air, Ocean
Lames we don't know them
Game to be sold, not told
Count it up, stash it
Then bring some more in
This is not a game but we playin'
With some dope bitch
Paid in the shade nigga
Lemonade Mimosas

Paid in the shade nigga, Lemonade Mimosas