Chevy's on switches, barbed wire the fences
Chromed out engines, not stopping for bitches
Scribble lyrics in my igloo, I'm too cool
Dead stock tissue in the box, my old, new shoes
Stomp that hoe shit, the fuck out
I got my money up, man hold it down for the south
My only mission, to the code I'm sticking
In the mist, gorillas burning killers
Conjuring spirits from the ghost whispers
Showed me how to be a colder nigga
Staying low, eyes open, focused on my figure
Smoking a bowl, sitting on a pot of gold, in my city
Seafood gumbo, sticking to my ribs
Hopping out my low rider, parked out side my moms crib
Kissed her on the cheek before I slid
Get in my car, lit up another clip and hit the front switch
Right before I dip, nigga you know what it is
Hella hard time, some how I skate but yet I wonder
If sooner or later, my city will take me, under
What could I do, hustle up or be broke
Home boy I thought you knew
More bricks, aw shit, another watch, another whip
Gold diggers head hurting, they, can't pick
Who to fuck first, cause my niggas all rich
Ferrari horse, I, paddle shift
488 Spider, quite extravagant
Ladies and Gents
Spitta in the building is a, major event
It's worth every cent
Ask anyone, that's ever been
I stand by my product, Jet Life fine purveyor of audio narcotics
You heard about us
Low riders and exotics outside lined up
928 lyrics - Curren$y
Let's do it bro
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Yeah, Yeah
88 coupe
Weed and Instrumentals
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
88 coupe
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
1988, Louisiana plates on St. Charles Ave
Parked behind the iron gates
You don't got what it takes, to take my place
Champagne for the ones who won the race
Calm in my position, cause I don't feel threatened by the competition
In fact I welcome the opposition
Let the lions in, so they can admire the marbled floors
The fire place I placed in my den
That's the difference between mice and men
Difference between bright and dim
Why we are how we are, and we don't act nothing like them
Conversation topic, what model was he driving
What model was he with, what strain was his exotic
Rare fabric's, special fibers, steps guided
Avoiding serpents and vipers
Porsche wind shield wipers help me see through the light showers
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
88 coupe
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
88 coupe
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Yeah, Yeah
88 coupe
Weed and Instrumentals
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
88 coupe
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
1988, Louisiana plates on St. Charles Ave
Parked behind the iron gates
You don't got what it takes, to take my place
Champagne for the ones who won the race
Calm in my position, cause I don't feel threatened by the competition
In fact I welcome the opposition
Let the lions in, so they can admire the marbled floors
The fire place I placed in my den
That's the difference between mice and men
Difference between bright and dim
Why we are how we are, and we don't act nothing like them
Conversation topic, what model was he driving
What model was he with, what strain was his exotic
Rare fabric's, special fibers, steps guided
Avoiding serpents and vipers
Porsche wind shield wipers help me see through the light showers
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
88 coupe
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
88 coupe
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
One More For Max lyrics - Curren$y
You know we was going to hold Max down at all times right?
Don't sleep
They still got Max locked though
I keep the Wave flame thorough the speakers in my drop
Cut my sweatpants into shorts
My fresh Polo socks gleaming bright white
Against my corduroy house shoes
Sitting in the crib watching the news
[?]
But my homeboy still calling me outside
Wonder when could I out grow this
But I'm an OG now, I got young ones I got to show them
So the vicious cycle is now in motion
Live for it, die for it, all we know is
Steady growing, raking dough in
Preparing, encase the vultures coming for it
But still going forward
Never looking back
You could get tripped up like that
When you running to them stacks
Phone calls from my loved ones locked up told me that
Don't sleep
They still got Max locked though
I keep the Wave flame thorough the speakers in my drop
Cut my sweatpants into shorts
My fresh Polo socks gleaming bright white
Against my corduroy house shoes
Sitting in the crib watching the news
[?]
But my homeboy still calling me outside
Wonder when could I out grow this
But I'm an OG now, I got young ones I got to show them
So the vicious cycle is now in motion
Live for it, die for it, all we know is
Steady growing, raking dough in
Preparing, encase the vultures coming for it
But still going forward
Never looking back
You could get tripped up like that
When you running to them stacks
Phone calls from my loved ones locked up told me that
Incarcerated Scarfaces lyrics - Curren$y
He looks determined, without being ruthless
Something heroic in his manor
(Yup, Yup)
There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
(Yeah, Yeah)
Comes across so calm
Act's like he has a dream
(At the drop spot every morning)
Full of passion
(More keys than you could want)
You don't trust me huh?
You know why
(Doing it for fun)
I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
(Do what I want)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Do it cause I want)
(Do it cause you don't)
(Cause you won't)
Uh, marble cake watch
Sliding out the 'Rarri
Smoke a zip with the young killers outside the party
Don't get stole, soul snatched from your body
Talk slick to strapped niggas, knowing you ain't got it
Tried to school em, this is drug dealer college
That logic, could bring you profit if you applied it
Instead of laying up homie, entertaining gossip
I swear some of them niggas need to see the gynecologist
Jet Life, this mafia shit
Stashed the Corvette and the luggage set
By my one doctor bitch
At the drop of a hat, I could hop scotch the [?]
Plenty stacks from this digital trap
Now you see me, now you don't
Buying pretty much anything I could want
Hustling, like I don't have a home and a studio
With the bone, stuffing hella game in these songs
I came in the Range with the fog lights on
Smoking champagne, only the finest strains
You still smoking on that motherfucking reg strain
While I'm running on that 93 octane
Audio Dope Man, Dope Man
Real as a motherfucker and so is my gold chain
Penning that cocaine and you know mane
You know mane
Yeah
Weed & Instrumentals
Part 2
Yeah
Dadada da da
Dadada da da
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Something heroic in his manor
(Yup, Yup)
There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
(Yeah, Yeah)
Comes across so calm
Act's like he has a dream
(At the drop spot every morning)
Full of passion
(More keys than you could want)
You don't trust me huh?
You know why
(Doing it for fun)
I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
(Do what I want)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Do it cause I want)
(Do it cause you don't)
(Cause you won't)
Uh, marble cake watch
Sliding out the 'Rarri
Smoke a zip with the young killers outside the party
Don't get stole, soul snatched from your body
Talk slick to strapped niggas, knowing you ain't got it
Tried to school em, this is drug dealer college
That logic, could bring you profit if you applied it
Instead of laying up homie, entertaining gossip
I swear some of them niggas need to see the gynecologist
Jet Life, this mafia shit
Stashed the Corvette and the luggage set
By my one doctor bitch
At the drop of a hat, I could hop scotch the [?]
Plenty stacks from this digital trap
Now you see me, now you don't
Buying pretty much anything I could want
Hustling, like I don't have a home and a studio
With the bone, stuffing hella game in these songs
I came in the Range with the fog lights on
Smoking champagne, only the finest strains
You still smoking on that motherfucking reg strain
While I'm running on that 93 octane
Audio Dope Man, Dope Man
Real as a motherfucker and so is my gold chain
Penning that cocaine and you know mane
You know mane
Yeah
Weed & Instrumentals
Part 2
Yeah
Dadada da da
Dadada da da
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
The Slang lyrics - Curren$y
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Million dollar airplane, took 20 bands to fill it up
My nigga roll one, picture us
In the French Riviera, bossin', twistin' killa up
It ain't nothing to blown a million dollars in a month
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Pulled up with my Loc's on
Blowin' that smoke out, bitches want to go home and work out
Tryin' to see if it's as good as she had heard about
I smashed her home girl, she still running her mouth
Promoting, putting that word out
I'm in that soft top Impala going hard for them dollars
If you were smart, you would follow
Cause this is guidance
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Dadada dada dada dada dada dada
Da dadada dada dada dada dada dada
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Million dollar airplane, took 20 bands to fill it up
My nigga roll one, picture us
In the French Riviera, bossin', twistin' killa up
It ain't nothing to blown a million dollars in a month
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Pulled up with my Loc's on
Blowin' that smoke out, bitches want to go home and work out
Tryin' to see if it's as good as she had heard about
I smashed her home girl, she still running her mouth
Promoting, putting that word out
I'm in that soft top Impala going hard for them dollars
If you were smart, you would follow
Cause this is guidance
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Dadada dada dada dada dada dada
Da dadada dada dada dada dada dada
Good Cop Bad Cop lyrics - Curren$y
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pattin' us down
Blue lights turn the lights out
Bad cop
'Bout an hour up the road from my New Orleans blocks
But all around the world they heard them shots
Said he was trying to pull somethin out
But no man deserved what he got
I've seen folks fight police and get away with more
What was the use of that deadly force based on?
Was it because he weighed more?
Was it the pressure from your job?
You wish you was gettin' paid more?
I wish life was like a dry erase board...
We could erase, and draw pictures of happier days before
But it's another bro we gotta dig a grave for
People block the interstate tryn'a devote a race war
Stoppin' traffic, cause a reaction
Street G's want a dialogue with the police captain
I'm just rollin' tryn'a stay focused
Hopin' they don't pull us over and smoke us
I heard it's cold in Minnesota
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red 'n blue might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
And see, I know a few cool police
I can't knock 'em
Errbody need a job bruh
But I'm watchful cause
Some of them muhfuckers not your partners bruh
They pull you over and approach you hella hostile bruh
Speaking on it prob'ly gimme hella problems but
Spitta don't trip because God got him
See this one time I was slidin' through Baton Rouge
Cop pulled us over
They wadn't lovin' my weed fumes
Put us in the grass
Handcuffs, two by two
And then they offered bullet holes to me and my crew
Towed the truck away
We walked to the stage
We had a good time anyway and got paid
We was lucky that night, but who's to say
I ain't gon' talk that way
Makes my Momma nervous
She be worryin'
From hearin' all them horror stories
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red and blues might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red and blues might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pattin' us down
Blue lights turn the lights out
Bad cop
'Bout an hour up the road from my New Orleans blocks
But all around the world they heard them shots
Said he was trying to pull somethin out
But no man deserved what he got
I've seen folks fight police and get away with more
What was the use of that deadly force based on?
Was it because he weighed more?
Was it the pressure from your job?
You wish you was gettin' paid more?
I wish life was like a dry erase board...
We could erase, and draw pictures of happier days before
But it's another bro we gotta dig a grave for
People block the interstate tryn'a devote a race war
Stoppin' traffic, cause a reaction
Street G's want a dialogue with the police captain
I'm just rollin' tryn'a stay focused
Hopin' they don't pull us over and smoke us
I heard it's cold in Minnesota
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red 'n blue might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
And see, I know a few cool police
I can't knock 'em
Errbody need a job bruh
But I'm watchful cause
Some of them muhfuckers not your partners bruh
They pull you over and approach you hella hostile bruh
Speaking on it prob'ly gimme hella problems but
Spitta don't trip because God got him
See this one time I was slidin' through Baton Rouge
Cop pulled us over
They wadn't lovin' my weed fumes
Put us in the grass
Handcuffs, two by two
And then they offered bullet holes to me and my crew
Towed the truck away
We walked to the stage
We had a good time anyway and got paid
We was lucky that night, but who's to say
I ain't gon' talk that way
Makes my Momma nervous
She be worryin'
From hearin' all them horror stories
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red and blues might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red and blues might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
Canal Street Boys lyrics - Curren$y
(I won't stand for this)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
300 grand on it
Pull up to the show, hop out the stand on it
300 grand on it
Pull up to the show, hop out the stand on it
Did my dance on it
Don't try to copy me, fuck up your advance homie
You're not the same, your hustle must expand homie
If I like where I land then I cop land
Nice crib with a pool and I party plan
Your bitches comin' where it's money
They ain't have to have it, they just wanna touch it
Had three of my Rollies on when we was fuckin'
Cause I ain't trust [?] to come up, move for these suckers
I'm way above 'em
Stand high, my name buzzin'
That's from that stuntin'
They taught me not to be a factor
But now they love 'em
Heard 'em dabbin' and then some actin', that's more money
Every angle of the game I attack, it's all covered
Came through in that sun-meringue coupe
It was island water blue
If you broke, you never knew, you never in the loop
I'm ballin' out, too small to be playin' hoops
I'm still slam dunkin' Chevrolets on stainless shoes
Double S Impala yeah bitch I'm seeing twos
Double S Impala yeah bitch I'm seeing twos
My diamonds reflecting different hues
I tell my girl to run upstairs and switch her jewels
Put your evening wear on we making night moves
She watch me sign a big deal in her Giuseppe heels
Shit straight, I always knew this was how I would feel
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Laughin' in our picture, niggas really get hit
Wouldn't talk about if niggas wasn't listenin'
If you need to see it you can come and visit
Yeah niggas different
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Yeah, yeah, yeah
300 grand on it
Pull up to the show, hop out the stand on it
300 grand on it
Pull up to the show, hop out the stand on it
Did my dance on it
Don't try to copy me, fuck up your advance homie
You're not the same, your hustle must expand homie
If I like where I land then I cop land
Nice crib with a pool and I party plan
Your bitches comin' where it's money
They ain't have to have it, they just wanna touch it
Had three of my Rollies on when we was fuckin'
Cause I ain't trust [?] to come up, move for these suckers
I'm way above 'em
Stand high, my name buzzin'
That's from that stuntin'
They taught me not to be a factor
But now they love 'em
Heard 'em dabbin' and then some actin', that's more money
Every angle of the game I attack, it's all covered
Came through in that sun-meringue coupe
It was island water blue
If you broke, you never knew, you never in the loop
I'm ballin' out, too small to be playin' hoops
I'm still slam dunkin' Chevrolets on stainless shoes
Double S Impala yeah bitch I'm seeing twos
Double S Impala yeah bitch I'm seeing twos
My diamonds reflecting different hues
I tell my girl to run upstairs and switch her jewels
Put your evening wear on we making night moves
She watch me sign a big deal in her Giuseppe heels
Shit straight, I always knew this was how I would feel
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Laughin' in our picture, niggas really get hit
Wouldn't talk about if niggas wasn't listenin'
If you need to see it you can come and visit
Yeah niggas different
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Drugs Wars & World Tours lyrics - Curren$y (with Corner Boy P)
[Corner Boy P:]
Weed & Instrumentals
Drug Wars, World Tours
Yeah
Drug wars and world tours
Slutty bitches, love these hoes
Money's something I can't ignore
It's the beauty in the eye of God
It's the beauty in the eye of God
But the money's something I can't ignore
Slutty bitches, love these hoes
World tours and drug wars
Pure white call it [?]
My trap house a holy place
Both hands together, amazing grace
He was lost, but they found him slain
Come and slow dance with the Devil
Won't cha-cha with a shotta
Hundred guns, team strong
Still hustlin' money long
Assassinations for the throne
At the table, each his own
Ice water in the bong
Some niggas real, some is clones
My main homie switched up on
I'm in the field all alone
So I'm cautious on the street
Pistols all through the home
'Cause if they catch you slippin' then you dinner
Don't be an entree on the menu
Ain't fucked her since September
And I ain't talked to her since September
So many hoes, I don't need remember
So many drugs, I don't need remember
Got hella stoned out in Denver
All these rocky miles around the finger
[Curren$y:]
Money stacked tall as me
And all I did was keep it G
I never jumped in other lanes, no matter what they offered me
What label work as hard as we?
We drop them kilo's every month
Got Cutlass, Monte Carlo, Regal's
All kinda action in the trunk
Fiends lined up out front
Have your mind set on what you want
When you step inside the workshop
Put your hustle down, and then you stunt
Skipping levels get's you fucked up
It's a game and every step you learn
So don't be so quick to jump
One false move will get you burned
I'm rolling up, as I turn, the corner smoking marijuana
You can smell me from the curb
When the Rolls Royce pull up on you
I'm smokin' stronger than pneumonia
In an Andretti kush coma
Smoked a half before the morning
No sleep, niggas still going
Weed & Instrumentals
Drug Wars, World Tours
Yeah
Drug wars and world tours
Slutty bitches, love these hoes
Money's something I can't ignore
It's the beauty in the eye of God
It's the beauty in the eye of God
But the money's something I can't ignore
Slutty bitches, love these hoes
World tours and drug wars
Pure white call it [?]
My trap house a holy place
Both hands together, amazing grace
He was lost, but they found him slain
Come and slow dance with the Devil
Won't cha-cha with a shotta
Hundred guns, team strong
Still hustlin' money long
Assassinations for the throne
At the table, each his own
Ice water in the bong
Some niggas real, some is clones
My main homie switched up on
I'm in the field all alone
So I'm cautious on the street
Pistols all through the home
'Cause if they catch you slippin' then you dinner
Don't be an entree on the menu
Ain't fucked her since September
And I ain't talked to her since September
So many hoes, I don't need remember
So many drugs, I don't need remember
Got hella stoned out in Denver
All these rocky miles around the finger
[Curren$y:]
Money stacked tall as me
And all I did was keep it G
I never jumped in other lanes, no matter what they offered me
What label work as hard as we?
We drop them kilo's every month
Got Cutlass, Monte Carlo, Regal's
All kinda action in the trunk
Fiends lined up out front
Have your mind set on what you want
When you step inside the workshop
Put your hustle down, and then you stunt
Skipping levels get's you fucked up
It's a game and every step you learn
So don't be so quick to jump
One false move will get you burned
I'm rolling up, as I turn, the corner smoking marijuana
You can smell me from the curb
When the Rolls Royce pull up on you
I'm smokin' stronger than pneumonia
In an Andretti kush coma
Smoked a half before the morning
No sleep, niggas still going
Blades Of Steel lyrics - Curren$y
I spend 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
They just think, we've been moving things
They've been watching me
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
Cause I'm the one, who know magic
Watch me flip one into three
All I do, lace them tablets, lines they never read between
Hide that dope in plane sight, making money all night
See that pure cocaine I write, put that paper in my life
If I want, I buy on sight
Do donuts at traffic lights
Hoes excited 'bout my life
Way blinded by the light
Star gazing in the Wraith, I just lit up that top flight
Own Wheels Collective
This years perspective
The figures have projected, they will never stop this jets shit
Floor of the safe house
Couple treasures protected
My Testarossa's, Bentley motor coach's
Hashtray infected with roaches
My hustle has paid for it
I grind, so I afford it
I get these bars recorded and we'll all be parking Porsche's
I spend 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
They just think, we've been moving things
They've been watching me
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
Cause I'm the one, who know magic
Watch me flip one into three
I can turn three to five, I can turn five to nine
First I start off with a thought
Turn that thought into a rhyme
Turn that rhyme into a record
Turn that record into stacks
That's too much game, ya'll ain't pay me for that
WAIT
Yeah
I put 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
(My ice hockey rink)
Weed & Instrumentals
I spent 50 to make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
(My ice hockey rink)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
(Tryna' trail me)
(Ain't no supplying me)
Turn one into three
My ice hockey rink
They just think, we've been moving things
They've been watching me
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
Cause I'm the one, who know magic
Watch me flip one into three
All I do, lace them tablets, lines they never read between
Hide that dope in plane sight, making money all night
See that pure cocaine I write, put that paper in my life
If I want, I buy on sight
Do donuts at traffic lights
Hoes excited 'bout my life
Way blinded by the light
Star gazing in the Wraith, I just lit up that top flight
Own Wheels Collective
This years perspective
The figures have projected, they will never stop this jets shit
Floor of the safe house
Couple treasures protected
My Testarossa's, Bentley motor coach's
Hashtray infected with roaches
My hustle has paid for it
I grind, so I afford it
I get these bars recorded and we'll all be parking Porsche's
I spend 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
They just think, we've been moving things
They've been watching me
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
Cause I'm the one, who know magic
Watch me flip one into three
I can turn three to five, I can turn five to nine
First I start off with a thought
Turn that thought into a rhyme
Turn that rhyme into a record
Turn that record into stacks
That's too much game, ya'll ain't pay me for that
WAIT
Yeah
I put 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
(My ice hockey rink)
Weed & Instrumentals
I spent 50 to make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
(My ice hockey rink)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
(Tryna' trail me)
(Ain't no supplying me)
Turn one into three
Outro lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Yup, right back at it
Still smoking
It was good dippin' with y'all man, I can't lie
We all got high, we all laughed, we all cried
Don't tell nobody, if they weren't here, fuck em'
Hahaha
One time for the lifers
Also, let me let you know, 2009 is on the way fo' sho'
Smoke one for the whole Taylor Gang
Everything in motion fo' sho'
Month after month
And we still gon' bring through what you want
Audio kilo's in the trunk
Check it out, I was dippin' the other day in my 65
I was in my Eastside 65 on them gold 13's
But I was way on the West Bank
And I ran into my homeboy
I hadn't seen him in a minute
But we got volume's and volume's and classics when it comes to this rap shit
If you've been fucking with me, like you say you fuck with me
So when I say Street Wiz, you should know
That you in high class company
I could talk about it, or I could just let him get in here
[Street Wiz:]
One, two, two into the three
Street Wizzy still up in my fresh JET
High, rollin' to the Cali best you can breathe
See me steady surfing on the beach in [?]
All of my [?], say pardon my 23's
I been up butter running, I'm fresh and I'm hella clean
Put on that pedal shit, imagine that coke freeze
All 'bout the money grips, I'm sipping that purple lean
I could make money flip, you know I'm a trap king
Still in my two step, I'm still with this rap swing
Biotch
City of Compton
Yup, right back at it
Still smoking
It was good dippin' with y'all man, I can't lie
We all got high, we all laughed, we all cried
Don't tell nobody, if they weren't here, fuck em'
Hahaha
One time for the lifers
Also, let me let you know, 2009 is on the way fo' sho'
Smoke one for the whole Taylor Gang
Everything in motion fo' sho'
Month after month
And we still gon' bring through what you want
Audio kilo's in the trunk
Check it out, I was dippin' the other day in my 65
I was in my Eastside 65 on them gold 13's
But I was way on the West Bank
And I ran into my homeboy
I hadn't seen him in a minute
But we got volume's and volume's and classics when it comes to this rap shit
If you've been fucking with me, like you say you fuck with me
So when I say Street Wiz, you should know
That you in high class company
I could talk about it, or I could just let him get in here
[Street Wiz:]
One, two, two into the three
Street Wizzy still up in my fresh JET
High, rollin' to the Cali best you can breathe
See me steady surfing on the beach in [?]
All of my [?], say pardon my 23's
I been up butter running, I'm fresh and I'm hella clean
Put on that pedal shit, imagine that coke freeze
All 'bout the money grips, I'm sipping that purple lean
I could make money flip, you know I'm a trap king
Still in my two step, I'm still with this rap swing
Biotch
City of Compton
Anything lyrics - Curren$y
We can handle this like neanderthals
Or we can get into some player shit
Stoned on ocean
Here we go
The interior on my Cadillac make em sick
Won't you please give em' a bucket they can puke in (throw up in)
Act like its killing em to see me get rich
Probably die when they see me in my new shit
Slinging drugs but this music moving units
Baby close her eyes listenin to it, she dream of screwing
Mind control, pimpin' my pen
Ink drippin' down the whole stroll, I get payed again (yeah)
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, colder than my champagne
Cold game, writing that cocaine
(Yeah)
Drop it if you got it
Talkin' bout them tops, Three hundred thousand dollar exotic
Smokin' out jet fuel talkin' like pilots
Hit the vocal booths and lay down them narcotics
I was contemplating stoppin'
Got an email from mos def he say he's still watchin'
That's big bro so that means a lot
He way over seas so you know how them phones acting and shit
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, colder than my champagne
Cold game, writing that cocaine
That'll buy me anything
That'll buy me anything
Everything
Whatever man
Keep the heat in it chevy on them switches nigga
Smoking weed in it rolling and I'm pimping in it
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, got me new pinky rings
Cold game, got me this heavy gold chain
Cold game, spit it right in that cocaine
Cold game, What you even know man
Cold game
Or we can get into some player shit
Stoned on ocean
Here we go
The interior on my Cadillac make em sick
Won't you please give em' a bucket they can puke in (throw up in)
Act like its killing em to see me get rich
Probably die when they see me in my new shit
Slinging drugs but this music moving units
Baby close her eyes listenin to it, she dream of screwing
Mind control, pimpin' my pen
Ink drippin' down the whole stroll, I get payed again (yeah)
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, colder than my champagne
Cold game, writing that cocaine
(Yeah)
Drop it if you got it
Talkin' bout them tops, Three hundred thousand dollar exotic
Smokin' out jet fuel talkin' like pilots
Hit the vocal booths and lay down them narcotics
I was contemplating stoppin'
Got an email from mos def he say he's still watchin'
That's big bro so that means a lot
He way over seas so you know how them phones acting and shit
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, colder than my champagne
Cold game, writing that cocaine
That'll buy me anything
That'll buy me anything
Everything
Whatever man
Keep the heat in it chevy on them switches nigga
Smoking weed in it rolling and I'm pimping in it
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, got me new pinky rings
Cold game, got me this heavy gold chain
Cold game, spit it right in that cocaine
Cold game, What you even know man
Cold game
Speedboat lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
[Curren$y:]
Watch me turn this batch into a speedboat
Seen two sun seekers racing to the island
I told my homegirl I need those
So know I'm playing the game with a cheat code
Feed These beats something to eat
Brown sugar Rolls Royce carnish, trust ain't nothing sweet
I got it out the mud, I need a second of toothbrush
Clean my sneaks, deadstock vintage pieces on my feet
Hoes say you soft, pretend you can't talk
Smoke weed, keep the peace but prepare for way
Precious money stacks them suckers probably come for
So, I send my shorty to the gun store
Safe keepin' that bitch off safety
Smoking large at the Oysters bar
Tip the waitress a Franklin and another for my pie zone
I scratched off in my sports car
Pulled into a underground parking garage
Switched whip clickin' the potential tails off
I'm all about that mail dawg work so hard
Don't even notice when it's paying off
[Wiz Khalifa:]
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
Six air flights, middle of the night
Get us what we like and what we need
No bed I'm a sleep when I hit my seat
Adidas slides on my feet, pack of broads
Make my cypher complete
I gotta get it, can't miss a beat
Coppin' jewels for the summer just to get the cheeks
I'm in something unique
To get the cheese that's my destiny
White first class ain't no longer question
Drink filled with the best
Hit it once, fill it in your chest
Ain't about the game, then I can't invest
Wouldn't expect nothing less
Get a chick put her to the test
Can she get the pack through with no arrest
Them haters came from the left
But I was high, so I've seen the money and the fam
Nothing come between them, putting all bets on my team
I be gone all summer 16
[?] my angels, keep my rides clean
You niggas know what I mean
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
Watch me turn this batch into a speedboat
Seen two sun seekers racing to the island
I told my homegirl I need those
So know I'm playing the game with a cheat code
Feed These beats something to eat
Brown sugar Rolls Royce carnish, trust ain't nothing sweet
I got it out the mud, I need a second of toothbrush
Clean my sneaks, deadstock vintage pieces on my feet
Hoes say you soft, pretend you can't talk
Smoke weed, keep the peace but prepare for way
Precious money stacks them suckers probably come for
So, I send my shorty to the gun store
Safe keepin' that bitch off safety
Smoking large at the Oysters bar
Tip the waitress a Franklin and another for my pie zone
I scratched off in my sports car
Pulled into a underground parking garage
Switched whip clickin' the potential tails off
I'm all about that mail dawg work so hard
Don't even notice when it's paying off
[Wiz Khalifa:]
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
Six air flights, middle of the night
Get us what we like and what we need
No bed I'm a sleep when I hit my seat
Adidas slides on my feet, pack of broads
Make my cypher complete
I gotta get it, can't miss a beat
Coppin' jewels for the summer just to get the cheeks
I'm in something unique
To get the cheese that's my destiny
White first class ain't no longer question
Drink filled with the best
Hit it once, fill it in your chest
Ain't about the game, then I can't invest
Wouldn't expect nothing less
Get a chick put her to the test
Can she get the pack through with no arrest
Them haters came from the left
But I was high, so I've seen the money and the fam
Nothing come between them, putting all bets on my team
I be gone all summer 16
[?] my angels, keep my rides clean
You niggas know what I mean
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
Game Tapes lyrics - Curren$y
We can handle this like Neanderthals
Or we can get into some player shit
(Jet Life)
Me and my dogs mashin', in a lowrider
Like four desperados, in a covered wagon
Wild, wild West fashion
Nigga, this here is that jet landin'
On uncharted grounds, nigga, finna plant my flag in this bitch
Ownership; rap money buyin' homes
Opening stores; add to it, multiply, hustle more
What else you think you livin' for?
The game is raw; show your young ones how to ball
Before they run the town, they gotta walk the walk
Avoid the chalk, the yellow tape, the morgue at all costs
Cause niggas'll certainly try to take you off to be the boss
They lost; I been found that out
Think how heated Black was on the couch
At the basement of Bundy's grandma's house
... Game tapes
Uh, still can't look when Rico killed Mitch
Everyday in the city, you hear the same shit
All you can do is trust a few
Stay alert for the weak links in your crew
That shit'll get you hurt or worse
Shit real; don't say that I ain't warn you first
... Game tapes, Game Tapes
They gotta walk the walk
Avoid the chalk, the yellow tape, the morgue at all costs
Cause niggas'll certainly try to take you off to be the boss
They lost; I been found that out
Think how heated Black was on the couch
At the basement of Bundy's grandma's house
... Game tapes
Or we can get into some player shit
(Jet Life)
Me and my dogs mashin', in a lowrider
Like four desperados, in a covered wagon
Wild, wild West fashion
Nigga, this here is that jet landin'
On uncharted grounds, nigga, finna plant my flag in this bitch
Ownership; rap money buyin' homes
Opening stores; add to it, multiply, hustle more
What else you think you livin' for?
The game is raw; show your young ones how to ball
Before they run the town, they gotta walk the walk
Avoid the chalk, the yellow tape, the morgue at all costs
Cause niggas'll certainly try to take you off to be the boss
They lost; I been found that out
Think how heated Black was on the couch
At the basement of Bundy's grandma's house
... Game tapes
Uh, still can't look when Rico killed Mitch
Everyday in the city, you hear the same shit
All you can do is trust a few
Stay alert for the weak links in your crew
That shit'll get you hurt or worse
Shit real; don't say that I ain't warn you first
... Game tapes, Game Tapes
They gotta walk the walk
Avoid the chalk, the yellow tape, the morgue at all costs
Cause niggas'll certainly try to take you off to be the boss
They lost; I been found that out
Think how heated Black was on the couch
At the basement of Bundy's grandma's house
... Game tapes
Higher lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Styles P)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, good natured shit
All I wan' do is
Seclude myself in the player room
Just classic music and you
How I love when you come through
Lovely body, nice perfume
That's enlightened raise the volume
Lace 70's tunes, as we get in tune
To each other, love
You remind me of my coup
Crusin' on the high rise, makin' moves
Everyday it's like the runway
Cutie pie by one way
Bangin' out my ragtop '68
Hydraulic fluids and thirteens, I call her roller skates
I seen my baby a grinder, a rollin' tray
If you don't know, you gon' learn today
Changin' the expression on a nigga face
Never run out
Mary in here to stay let's build a grow house
[Curren$y & Styles P:]
Grow house, yeah
Yep, grow house, grow mansion
Let's just build a future
That sound like some cool shit
Worldwide legalize
Word
[Styles P:]
Let's get stoned and spend some currency
And blast show room from Curren$y
Currently I'm floatin' off a lot of pounds
Quarterback when it's touchin' down
Inhale, hear the muffler sound
I don't fuck around, I just puff around
An eighth on the wake and bake
Always spend the buck around
A queen dressed in cotoure clothes
Mash the gas when the door close
Shoppin' when the mall close
Rolex or the G-shock
Before rap I had weed spots
Nigga, fuck a detox
Word to spitter in the jet sign
If you owe me one, see me next time
Gas like the Hess sign
Word to [?], shit good like your money is
Just a playboy that knows where his bunny is
No jokes on some funny shit
Legalize worldwide, the grow house is money, kid
I don't wanna get arrested for smokin'
Smokin' ain't never killed nobody, nigga
Legalize worldwide
Jet life, block life
Spitter ghost
You already know
Light one, yeah
Yeah, good natured shit
All I wan' do is
Seclude myself in the player room
Just classic music and you
How I love when you come through
Lovely body, nice perfume
That's enlightened raise the volume
Lace 70's tunes, as we get in tune
To each other, love
You remind me of my coup
Crusin' on the high rise, makin' moves
Everyday it's like the runway
Cutie pie by one way
Bangin' out my ragtop '68
Hydraulic fluids and thirteens, I call her roller skates
I seen my baby a grinder, a rollin' tray
If you don't know, you gon' learn today
Changin' the expression on a nigga face
Never run out
Mary in here to stay let's build a grow house
[Curren$y & Styles P:]
Grow house, yeah
Yep, grow house, grow mansion
Let's just build a future
That sound like some cool shit
Worldwide legalize
Word
[Styles P:]
Let's get stoned and spend some currency
And blast show room from Curren$y
Currently I'm floatin' off a lot of pounds
Quarterback when it's touchin' down
Inhale, hear the muffler sound
I don't fuck around, I just puff around
An eighth on the wake and bake
Always spend the buck around
A queen dressed in cotoure clothes
Mash the gas when the door close
Shoppin' when the mall close
Rolex or the G-shock
Before rap I had weed spots
Nigga, fuck a detox
Word to spitter in the jet sign
If you owe me one, see me next time
Gas like the Hess sign
Word to [?], shit good like your money is
Just a playboy that knows where his bunny is
No jokes on some funny shit
Legalize worldwide, the grow house is money, kid
I don't wanna get arrested for smokin'
Smokin' ain't never killed nobody, nigga
Legalize worldwide
Jet life, block life
Spitter ghost
You already know
Light one, yeah
Stoned On Ocean lyrics - Curren$y
We can handle this like Neanderthals
Or we can get into some player shit
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while I'm smokin'
Drinkin' while we still pourin'
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up, we still smokin'
Drinkin' while we still pourin'
Royal One High's I copped today
Supposed to leave Miami tomorrow, but I'll probably stay
I got animals in my closet, plenty furs and snakes
Bakery bank, direct deposit, birthday cakes
Stack it, stash it; it's in the combination safe
Playbook exclusive; execute what's on each page
Pulled up next to you, I was smokin' in that Wraith
Your girl was tryin' to escape; you shoulda seen her face
Social media stampede over my next tape
Every thirty days, another shipment sent your way
Haters figure soon I will run out of shit to say
But I rhyme what I live, it's just my life is the shit
Sick selection; I got hella cars to whip
Kick collection; level straight marvelous
Jewelry disrespectful; my pinkie ring just called your chick, a bitch
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while we still smokin'
High, everything in motion
Luxury bars gettin' thought off
Every time that I hear my Spyder start up
Underground stars, bruh; this grind was beyond tough
Would like to think them times beyond us
Smoked out till my time up
In the cut, somewhere, where you find us
With them lowriders lined up
Eastside, bruh, who I shine or
Who I three-wheel-motion that blue '65 for
This year in my city, shook down the House of Blues
It was a classy affair, I brung out Mack and Tune'
A lot of millionaires was highed up in one room
Fresh to death; my dressing room was King Tut's tomb, nigga
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while I'm smokin'
Or we can get into some player shit
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while I'm smokin'
Drinkin' while we still pourin'
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up, we still smokin'
Drinkin' while we still pourin'
Royal One High's I copped today
Supposed to leave Miami tomorrow, but I'll probably stay
I got animals in my closet, plenty furs and snakes
Bakery bank, direct deposit, birthday cakes
Stack it, stash it; it's in the combination safe
Playbook exclusive; execute what's on each page
Pulled up next to you, I was smokin' in that Wraith
Your girl was tryin' to escape; you shoulda seen her face
Social media stampede over my next tape
Every thirty days, another shipment sent your way
Haters figure soon I will run out of shit to say
But I rhyme what I live, it's just my life is the shit
Sick selection; I got hella cars to whip
Kick collection; level straight marvelous
Jewelry disrespectful; my pinkie ring just called your chick, a bitch
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while we still smokin'
High, everything in motion
Luxury bars gettin' thought off
Every time that I hear my Spyder start up
Underground stars, bruh; this grind was beyond tough
Would like to think them times beyond us
Smoked out till my time up
In the cut, somewhere, where you find us
With them lowriders lined up
Eastside, bruh, who I shine or
Who I three-wheel-motion that blue '65 for
This year in my city, shook down the House of Blues
It was a classy affair, I brung out Mack and Tune'
A lot of millionaires was highed up in one room
Fresh to death; my dressing room was King Tut's tomb, nigga
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while I'm smokin'
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
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
Hoe Train lyrics - Curren$y
Shit easy to say, harder to do
Uh, She say the paper ain't the issue
Well, why is even being mentioned?
I don't know at all, it's just my first time living
Figuring this shit out with ya
Say you fell for me, you walk through hell for me
I think you're only here for the mail, honey
What would you do if it all fell through?
Are you sure that I could lean on you?
I got a feeling you'll be with some other dude
On to something new, while I'm hustling, reconstruction shit
I can never totally trust a bitch, never
And I'm cursed to live like this forever
So I only love you when we physically together
I'm sure that all my notions are correct ones
Me and you kinda got a bad connection
Time is precious, why would you waste another second playing
Is you trying to get paid?
Sways, headliner suede, candy painted blades
On to the next mind game and that's a God damn shame
But the conductor won't stop the hoe train, mane
Easy to say, harder to do
All aboard
Uh, She say the paper ain't the issue
Well, why is even being mentioned?
I don't know at all, it's just my first time living
Figuring this shit out with ya
Say you fell for me, you walk through hell for me
I think you're only here for the mail, honey
What would you do if it all fell through?
Are you sure that I could lean on you?
I got a feeling you'll be with some other dude
On to something new, while I'm hustling, reconstruction shit
I can never totally trust a bitch, never
And I'm cursed to live like this forever
So I only love you when we physically together
I'm sure that all my notions are correct ones
Me and you kinda got a bad connection
Time is precious, why would you waste another second playing
Is you trying to get paid?
Sways, headliner suede, candy painted blades
On to the next mind game and that's a God damn shame
But the conductor won't stop the hoe train, mane
Easy to say, harder to do
All aboard
Enter lyrics - Curren$y
Uh
Money I got, still tryna get more
Grind don't stop, they're thinking like a nigga broke
Smoked one with Juvenile, sticking to the G code
Cutting through the rain clouds, Gulf stream sipping Moe'
With a little OJ Lemonade Mimosa
You don't say can't tell if this work or vacate
But I stay focused on the dope
Cause it's the only way
Doors open vertically if you got enough cake
Women throw their morals away
She gon' be a hoe today
Do what ever I say cause she seen me hoppin out that Wraith
Game cold but it's fair
I got a mink coat for this affair
Legendary shit, they felt it in the air
Them bitches knew I was there, these moments so rare
Take a picture baby girl, don't stare
Cherish this moment that we both being real playing in motion
It's always going for it never on no "oh shit!"
Three wheel Lexus, they can't find no time for it
My time is money, son who paying for this [?]
Money I got, still tryna get more
Grind don't stop, they're thinking like a nigga broke
Smoked one with Juvenile, sticking to the G code
Cutting through the rain clouds, Gulf stream sipping Moe'
With a little OJ Lemonade Mimosa
You don't say can't tell if this work or vacate
But I stay focused on the dope
Cause it's the only way
Doors open vertically if you got enough cake
Women throw their morals away
She gon' be a hoe today
Do what ever I say cause she seen me hoppin out that Wraith
Game cold but it's fair
I got a mink coat for this affair
Legendary shit, they felt it in the air
Them bitches knew I was there, these moments so rare
Take a picture baby girl, don't stare
Cherish this moment that we both being real playing in motion
It's always going for it never on no "oh shit!"
Three wheel Lexus, they can't find no time for it
My time is money, son who paying for this [?]
Game For Sale lyrics - Curren$y
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
Always another way for us to get the mail
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
My ways grew in the naps I let my mill stack
Spice 1 taught me that, I learned that from his raps
Bitches be like 'round what time you think you coming back'
Let me stack another mill, we can fuck and take a power nap
After that I'm scratching back to where the cash is
I gots to have it, collecting Chevrolet classics is a habit
But long as I keep counting cabbage if I want I can grab it
Save it, stash it, bring it all one night and stop the traffic
Medusa coupe, haters turning stone stuck looking at it
Legend Of Harvard Blue
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
Always another way for us to get the mail
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
More dope for the scale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
Always another way for us to get the mail
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
My ways grew in the naps I let my mill stack
Spice 1 taught me that, I learned that from his raps
Bitches be like 'round what time you think you coming back'
Let me stack another mill, we can fuck and take a power nap
After that I'm scratching back to where the cash is
I gots to have it, collecting Chevrolet classics is a habit
But long as I keep counting cabbage if I want I can grab it
Save it, stash it, bring it all one night and stop the traffic
Medusa coupe, haters turning stone stuck looking at it
Legend Of Harvard Blue
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
Always another way for us to get the mail
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
Leroy lyrics - Curren$y
She had Chanel gloves
In here mobs sliding out a Benz trunk
Looking like real love
Fucking the whole head trying to get to the million
But run to the G's when she wants real fun
She admired that I come from where I come from
And done all the amazing things I've done
Out of the rubble, out of hustle
Handheld court to the our vented door
Beautiful struggle
Make you pretend I love you
[?]
Follow homeboys above you
Come down in your dreams to warn you about them niggas and their schemes
So much reggae shit for green
I'm in that blue Bentley on your chrome wings
Thinking 'bout so many things
More change
Hope not to get caught sleeping when they dope slang
Mind games, bitches try [?]
Designer drugs came, rearranged everything
They didn't see that it never change, still the same
Just like your OG's was saying
You thought they was playing
Cold juice in the booth
Don't spill a drop don't leave a stain
[?] old coupe, brand new
Leave a bad taste and I eat 'em out like [?]
The sky's about to open up over your head
Better retire
I need vacation
Lay on a beach for about 90 years
You got 10 seconds
One
Two
Three
Four, five
Six, Seven
Eight...
[Choking]
[Door slamming]
In here mobs sliding out a Benz trunk
Looking like real love
Fucking the whole head trying to get to the million
But run to the G's when she wants real fun
She admired that I come from where I come from
And done all the amazing things I've done
Out of the rubble, out of hustle
Handheld court to the our vented door
Beautiful struggle
Make you pretend I love you
[?]
Follow homeboys above you
Come down in your dreams to warn you about them niggas and their schemes
So much reggae shit for green
I'm in that blue Bentley on your chrome wings
Thinking 'bout so many things
More change
Hope not to get caught sleeping when they dope slang
Mind games, bitches try [?]
Designer drugs came, rearranged everything
They didn't see that it never change, still the same
Just like your OG's was saying
You thought they was playing
Cold juice in the booth
Don't spill a drop don't leave a stain
[?] old coupe, brand new
Leave a bad taste and I eat 'em out like [?]
The sky's about to open up over your head
Better retire
I need vacation
Lay on a beach for about 90 years
You got 10 seconds
One
Two
Three
Four, five
Six, Seven
Eight...
[Choking]
[Door slamming]
Ferrari Saga lyrics - Curren$y
Rainy nights, streetlights
Ideal situation for this presentation
PowerPoint, crumbling that flower to roll a joint
Disassemble your empire in an hour
Dissolve that shit if it don't involve my clique
We want all of this, coward quick throw in yo towel
You're not built, you not equipped
Fucker you might get kicked
You don't really stand that tall homie you on stilts
And when the real get revealed, oh man
That mask get pealed off, damn
You got a real issue on your hands
You got soldiers awaiting command
Getting in serious shit with bad leadership
That only leads to defeated cliques, defeated chips
And I ain't tryna see that shit
I gotta keep this circle of bosses really close nit
Homie and you know this
Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
Late nights in my testarossa
Hope the po-po's, don't roll up on us
I don't know if they gone try and smoke us
In the club where gold diggers approach us
Thinking they gone try and come up on us
This shit ain't no different from your corners
Skyhigh, paper to the ceiling
Lord what is this feeling like a coke rush
And I'm drugging not dealing getting high of the thousand dollar band peeling
Hit a corner in my Impala
Three wheeling, parked it just to start a Ferrari
Heard some hoes is brokenhearted
But baby I'm sorry
I'm all about this money darling
Ballin', stunnin', all through New Orleans
You know that bitch wanna be where them stars is
Hundred thousand dollar cars is
Bars is laced with that raw, get a taste, you astonished
Hooked on it, totally lost in them murky waters where them sharks swim
Clown get drown while we forever on some don shit looking down
I'm on a yacht, Binoculars out
Islands I spot, we finna plot on it
Yeah, Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
Late nights in my testarossa
Hope the po-po's, don't roll up on us
I don't know if they gone try and smoke us
In the club where gold diggers approach us
Thinking they gone try and come up on us
This shit ain't no different from your corners
Ideal situation for this presentation
PowerPoint, crumbling that flower to roll a joint
Disassemble your empire in an hour
Dissolve that shit if it don't involve my clique
We want all of this, coward quick throw in yo towel
You're not built, you not equipped
Fucker you might get kicked
You don't really stand that tall homie you on stilts
And when the real get revealed, oh man
That mask get pealed off, damn
You got a real issue on your hands
You got soldiers awaiting command
Getting in serious shit with bad leadership
That only leads to defeated cliques, defeated chips
And I ain't tryna see that shit
I gotta keep this circle of bosses really close nit
Homie and you know this
Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
Late nights in my testarossa
Hope the po-po's, don't roll up on us
I don't know if they gone try and smoke us
In the club where gold diggers approach us
Thinking they gone try and come up on us
This shit ain't no different from your corners
Skyhigh, paper to the ceiling
Lord what is this feeling like a coke rush
And I'm drugging not dealing getting high of the thousand dollar band peeling
Hit a corner in my Impala
Three wheeling, parked it just to start a Ferrari
Heard some hoes is brokenhearted
But baby I'm sorry
I'm all about this money darling
Ballin', stunnin', all through New Orleans
You know that bitch wanna be where them stars is
Hundred thousand dollar cars is
Bars is laced with that raw, get a taste, you astonished
Hooked on it, totally lost in them murky waters where them sharks swim
Clown get drown while we forever on some don shit looking down
I'm on a yacht, Binoculars out
Islands I spot, we finna plot on it
Yeah, Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
Late nights in my testarossa
Hope the po-po's, don't roll up on us
I don't know if they gone try and smoke us
In the club where gold diggers approach us
Thinking they gone try and come up on us
This shit ain't no different from your corners
Supply & Demand lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, know I'm impatient, have to go right in
[Blows smoke]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' out a mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
I'm down, all ten toes
Eastside, my zip code
See, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold
Zip up your North Face
My Daytons is cross-laced
Seventy-two spokes, O-G shit, that's all I know
From the car I drove, right to the joints I smoke and that's fo' sho'
Hopped out in country-club attire, rockin' all my gold
Like I might drink an Arnold Palmer and golf eighteen holes
Pick up a tennis racket, my bitch got the bracelet to match it
See, we forever mashin' when the cash is involved
We grab it and stash it, let it stack up in them vaults
Built a safe; but you see that safe ain't really safe at all, cause
Niggas is dogs; they'll break in your house and steal the walls
Dig up your floors; really do it to you raw
It's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off
Say it's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' on a mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
Eastside my zip code, been down on ten toes
In it, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold
I could take ten, make twenty more
Gas out my lowrider in front the store
I'm throwin' it up out the sun-roof
Yeah, I keep the E in it to let 'em know
We up in the studio cookin' dope
Two bricks, we got six more to go
Eight-piece, you can get your pack and go
Cause the fiends ain't waitin' for it no more
They gettin' impatient, baby
And they say they can't take the pain
I just dropped a batch last month
They want me to come back again
See, it's called supply and demand
Underground, I am the man
Mainstream, they not like me
But I catch big stunts on them
Aw, man
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' out the mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
Know I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
[Blows smoke]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' out a mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
I'm down, all ten toes
Eastside, my zip code
See, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold
Zip up your North Face
My Daytons is cross-laced
Seventy-two spokes, O-G shit, that's all I know
From the car I drove, right to the joints I smoke and that's fo' sho'
Hopped out in country-club attire, rockin' all my gold
Like I might drink an Arnold Palmer and golf eighteen holes
Pick up a tennis racket, my bitch got the bracelet to match it
See, we forever mashin' when the cash is involved
We grab it and stash it, let it stack up in them vaults
Built a safe; but you see that safe ain't really safe at all, cause
Niggas is dogs; they'll break in your house and steal the walls
Dig up your floors; really do it to you raw
It's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off
Say it's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' on a mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
Eastside my zip code, been down on ten toes
In it, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold
I could take ten, make twenty more
Gas out my lowrider in front the store
I'm throwin' it up out the sun-roof
Yeah, I keep the E in it to let 'em know
We up in the studio cookin' dope
Two bricks, we got six more to go
Eight-piece, you can get your pack and go
Cause the fiends ain't waitin' for it no more
They gettin' impatient, baby
And they say they can't take the pain
I just dropped a batch last month
They want me to come back again
See, it's called supply and demand
Underground, I am the man
Mainstream, they not like me
But I catch big stunts on them
Aw, man
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' out the mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
Know I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
The Collective lyrics - Curren$y
Da-Da-Da Da-Da
As The Joint Burns, and the wheels turn, (yea)
And I never that I would have one
Interstate [?], Forgiatto Wheels, Cadillac Grille
Bumpin my nigga Big Krit
Coming Down Smelling like Bond no. 9 and a half a pound
That's What I Do, I thought you knew
You've been informed, you been warned
Its up to you, whoever fit the shoe
Still a Chevy man true and true
But its something about that El Dorado coupe
And the way she moves
Baby blue my latest boo, lowriders yea I gotta few
But its just something different, you gotta sit in it
Custom machine I'm steering
Making that real (ryda?) grand appearance
Smoking some fire right outside the building
Chopping the game up for these ghetto children
Cold chillin, flowing like a polo linen
And I never ever thought I would get a Cadillac
Haven't driven the Rolls since some days
I been Cadillacin' bumpin that UGK
Smoking gas in a real major way
On Wheels The Collective we been making plays
Legal trappin made it rich from rappin
My life the shit I had to just go and tell u how it happen
Over these beats, I know you hear them snares gettin at u
Like the rat-a-tat of assault rifles from project battles
I'm sliding past u in a blast from the past, like super fast
Interior beyond cold, I swear to God its laid out like a condo
I'm a let that one [?] bro
And I never ever thought I'd get a Cadillac
But I'm highered up dippin in the Cadillac
Smokin one for my nigga big krit in the Cadillac
Eastside on the rise, keep the E in it, nigga we smoking weed in it
Laughing in the pictures, wouldn't write about it if a nigga didn't live it
Yea that's the difference. ya'll act like some bitches
As The Joint Burns, and the wheels turn, (yea)
And I never that I would have one
Interstate [?], Forgiatto Wheels, Cadillac Grille
Bumpin my nigga Big Krit
Coming Down Smelling like Bond no. 9 and a half a pound
That's What I Do, I thought you knew
You've been informed, you been warned
Its up to you, whoever fit the shoe
Still a Chevy man true and true
But its something about that El Dorado coupe
And the way she moves
Baby blue my latest boo, lowriders yea I gotta few
But its just something different, you gotta sit in it
Custom machine I'm steering
Making that real (ryda?) grand appearance
Smoking some fire right outside the building
Chopping the game up for these ghetto children
Cold chillin, flowing like a polo linen
And I never ever thought I would get a Cadillac
Haven't driven the Rolls since some days
I been Cadillacin' bumpin that UGK
Smoking gas in a real major way
On Wheels The Collective we been making plays
Legal trappin made it rich from rappin
My life the shit I had to just go and tell u how it happen
Over these beats, I know you hear them snares gettin at u
Like the rat-a-tat of assault rifles from project battles
I'm sliding past u in a blast from the past, like super fast
Interior beyond cold, I swear to God its laid out like a condo
I'm a let that one [?] bro
And I never ever thought I'd get a Cadillac
But I'm highered up dippin in the Cadillac
Smokin one for my nigga big krit in the Cadillac
Eastside on the rise, keep the E in it, nigga we smoking weed in it
Laughing in the pictures, wouldn't write about it if a nigga didn't live it
Yea that's the difference. ya'll act like some bitches
Kilo Jam lyrics - Curren$y
Counting money while my bitch sleep
Counting money til my niggas eat
I ain't fucking with that Bentley Jeep
I'm a lil nigga so my wraith big as a truck to me
I tried to tell them lil boys not to fuck with me
But sometimes you gotta let 'em see
See me on the beach in SD and my homie riding '63
When you got home I was all on your TV
Smoking weed where you never be
Nigga where you can't go
You couldn't see me with yo telescope
Testarossas on the coast parked it right next to the post
Spitta coped another whip, Aw no, Aw no
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
Fucking with the audio narcos
Put some respect on it, before we check on it
Haters will piss on your grave
I'm just gone park my corvette on it
Sparking in the dark, thinking of more art
Stupid intelligence, I'm dumb smart
I'm all heart, that's why you lost before you start
I scratched off in my Ferrari underneath them stars
I forget I got them cars, I be to busy grinding for 'em
That's that money on the line baby I can't ignore it, hold on
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
The original audio narcos
Counting money til my niggas eat
I ain't fucking with that Bentley Jeep
I'm a lil nigga so my wraith big as a truck to me
I tried to tell them lil boys not to fuck with me
But sometimes you gotta let 'em see
See me on the beach in SD and my homie riding '63
When you got home I was all on your TV
Smoking weed where you never be
Nigga where you can't go
You couldn't see me with yo telescope
Testarossas on the coast parked it right next to the post
Spitta coped another whip, Aw no, Aw no
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
Fucking with the audio narcos
Put some respect on it, before we check on it
Haters will piss on your grave
I'm just gone park my corvette on it
Sparking in the dark, thinking of more art
Stupid intelligence, I'm dumb smart
I'm all heart, that's why you lost before you start
I scratched off in my Ferrari underneath them stars
I forget I got them cars, I be to busy grinding for 'em
That's that money on the line baby I can't ignore it, hold on
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
The original audio narcos
Paper lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
La di da da
La do da da
Yeah had it right on site... right here
Bought a '65 Eldorado on sight
Interior cleaner than Clorox
Slanted on forgiatos the same night
Text your bitch like lil' mama I'm outside
Nigga you know she for sure gone ride
6 drugs got her rolling like a motorbike
Bitch popping like a wheelie hold on tight
She excited to have a real player in her life
She did it all in my car
She left her bra in my car
Acting like a main stage lady like I had a titty bar in my car
Porn star in my car
Bring her back to you like a rented suburban that me and my dogs smoked herb and swerved in
Cold game but I had to play
When I learned how much the winners get paid
Get money nigga what you say huh!
Paper paper paper
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What's it all about
Roll it up on paper
Write it down on paper
Turn that into paper
Spend that on a scraper
Aim it like a lazer
Fire at a hater
Talking bout paper
I bought the rolls Royce on site
And if I talk about it too much I already apologize
I said sorry but they still mad stunt harder
Hit the crib with the expansion garage larger
Made room for the '75 with the targa
Top, But it won't stop nigga never falling
Off cause I'm the plug like I'm the charger
Plotting to have all this or own part of
Any money mission that was well thought of it
Heist every night rough Sketches at breakfast
By lunch time we'll have it all perfected
Execute at night fall
We all eat dinner fit for kings at the Players ball
Another jooks Another trout on the hook
Who's shit finna get took
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What's it all about
Roll it up on paper
Write it down on paper
Turn that into paper
Spend that on a scraper
Aim it like a lazer
Fire at a hater
Talking bout paper
This that 1987 Miami vice
Boats on Biscayne bay type shit
This that Sonny Crockett in over his head type shit
Sharks in the water type shit
Yeah
La di da da
La do da da
Yeah had it right on site... right here
Bought a '65 Eldorado on sight
Interior cleaner than Clorox
Slanted on forgiatos the same night
Text your bitch like lil' mama I'm outside
Nigga you know she for sure gone ride
6 drugs got her rolling like a motorbike
Bitch popping like a wheelie hold on tight
She excited to have a real player in her life
She did it all in my car
She left her bra in my car
Acting like a main stage lady like I had a titty bar in my car
Porn star in my car
Bring her back to you like a rented suburban that me and my dogs smoked herb and swerved in
Cold game but I had to play
When I learned how much the winners get paid
Get money nigga what you say huh!
Paper paper paper
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What's it all about
Roll it up on paper
Write it down on paper
Turn that into paper
Spend that on a scraper
Aim it like a lazer
Fire at a hater
Talking bout paper
I bought the rolls Royce on site
And if I talk about it too much I already apologize
I said sorry but they still mad stunt harder
Hit the crib with the expansion garage larger
Made room for the '75 with the targa
Top, But it won't stop nigga never falling
Off cause I'm the plug like I'm the charger
Plotting to have all this or own part of
Any money mission that was well thought of it
Heist every night rough Sketches at breakfast
By lunch time we'll have it all perfected
Execute at night fall
We all eat dinner fit for kings at the Players ball
Another jooks Another trout on the hook
Who's shit finna get took
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What's it all about
Roll it up on paper
Write it down on paper
Turn that into paper
Spend that on a scraper
Aim it like a lazer
Fire at a hater
Talking bout paper
This that 1987 Miami vice
Boats on Biscayne bay type shit
This that Sonny Crockett in over his head type shit
Sharks in the water type shit
Yeah
Cement 4s lyrics - Curren$y
You could turn it up
This one got wax on it
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Stunt on these hoes, show 'em what I drove
Bitch I rock heavy gold because I set goals
And then I go and get it like a hustler supposed
Full bloomin' flower, from the concrete rose up
Now I pull up on the streets and they be like "whoa"
Zuckerburg Spitta, I'm in the meeting in a Rolls
But I'm not even there, FaceTime from my home
'Cause I'm waitin' for FedEx to deliver a package
More parts for the Chevrolet, I low-ride everyday
Break it, then I fix it
Get back in it and keep dippin'
Only the gangsterous bitches get visits when I'm on Daytons and switches
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Stunt on these hoes, show 'em what I drove
My Rolex cold, my bezel froze
The face and the band, iced out, North Pole
Need this ice on my wrist because it's sprained and swole
Too much time over the stove, whippin' audio dope
The demand too high for the shop to ever close
That's why we stay open long as they payin' for it
You know I stay focused, go wherever the dough is
[?] Porsches fit like pistols in holsters
Drinks to coasters, we some high-class stoners
Leavin' thousand dollars worth of roaches (lifestyle that they dyin' for)
Live the lifestyle that they dyin' for
Bitch all my cones got waxes on 'em
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Stunt on these hoes, show 'em what I drove
I got lights on my roof, bitch I got me a Rolls
I said "Sorry for the Wraith", it only got two doors
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
This one got wax on it
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Stunt on these hoes, show 'em what I drove
Bitch I rock heavy gold because I set goals
And then I go and get it like a hustler supposed
Full bloomin' flower, from the concrete rose up
Now I pull up on the streets and they be like "whoa"
Zuckerburg Spitta, I'm in the meeting in a Rolls
But I'm not even there, FaceTime from my home
'Cause I'm waitin' for FedEx to deliver a package
More parts for the Chevrolet, I low-ride everyday
Break it, then I fix it
Get back in it and keep dippin'
Only the gangsterous bitches get visits when I'm on Daytons and switches
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Stunt on these hoes, show 'em what I drove
My Rolex cold, my bezel froze
The face and the band, iced out, North Pole
Need this ice on my wrist because it's sprained and swole
Too much time over the stove, whippin' audio dope
The demand too high for the shop to ever close
That's why we stay open long as they payin' for it
You know I stay focused, go wherever the dough is
[?] Porsches fit like pistols in holsters
Drinks to coasters, we some high-class stoners
Leavin' thousand dollars worth of roaches (lifestyle that they dyin' for)
Live the lifestyle that they dyin' for
Bitch all my cones got waxes on 'em
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Stunt on these hoes, show 'em what I drove
I got lights on my roof, bitch I got me a Rolls
I said "Sorry for the Wraith", it only got two doors
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Anticipation lyrics - Curren$y
Purps on the beat
And I know what they waitin' on
And I know why they hatin' on
Should be happy I made it for 'em
No congratulations for 'em
How you wanna play it?
Homie, you could weigh it
Fishscale, it's all there, leave it or take it
And it sells itself, fool, I can't make it
State still, I been jumpin' out the gym lately
Tryna be humble and get money, but they still hatin'
So I said "fuck it", and start stuntin', they really can't take it
Pardon my Bentley, [?] interior parchment
Peacock blue carpet, the shit flawless
Met a bad thang from Florida, baby girl was gorgeous
She know how to make that money, duckin' Coast Guard at boat launches
Speedboats, duck between two dock barges
Audio kilos on it, we gon' make a fortune off it, ha
And I know what they waitin' on
And I know why they hatin' on 'em
Should be glad that I made it for 'em
No congratulations for 'em
Wallabee Clarks, the streets that I walk
Poisonous darts, strip you apart, lay you in chalk
Unless you play smart, follow your mind, also your heart
The perfect balance is such a challenge to find
Reward myself with a trip to Paris, ease my mind
I'm on that weed in the breeze like a wind chime
Finna get mine like double-time, lunch line
Two scoops, and a cup of juice bitch
Extra fries, fuck it
Keep stuntin', and my whole life super-sized
Lord, please help us survive what ever niggas get into tonight
Life like a movie that your boy seen several times
Even though I know how it ends, I'll do it all again
And I know what they waitin' on
And I know why they hatin' on 'em
Should be glad that I made it for 'em
No congratulations for 'em
And I know what they waitin' on
And I know why they hatin' on
Should be happy I made it for 'em
No congratulations for 'em
How you wanna play it?
Homie, you could weigh it
Fishscale, it's all there, leave it or take it
And it sells itself, fool, I can't make it
State still, I been jumpin' out the gym lately
Tryna be humble and get money, but they still hatin'
So I said "fuck it", and start stuntin', they really can't take it
Pardon my Bentley, [?] interior parchment
Peacock blue carpet, the shit flawless
Met a bad thang from Florida, baby girl was gorgeous
She know how to make that money, duckin' Coast Guard at boat launches
Speedboats, duck between two dock barges
Audio kilos on it, we gon' make a fortune off it, ha
And I know what they waitin' on
And I know why they hatin' on 'em
Should be glad that I made it for 'em
No congratulations for 'em
Wallabee Clarks, the streets that I walk
Poisonous darts, strip you apart, lay you in chalk
Unless you play smart, follow your mind, also your heart
The perfect balance is such a challenge to find
Reward myself with a trip to Paris, ease my mind
I'm on that weed in the breeze like a wind chime
Finna get mine like double-time, lunch line
Two scoops, and a cup of juice bitch
Extra fries, fuck it
Keep stuntin', and my whole life super-sized
Lord, please help us survive what ever niggas get into tonight
Life like a movie that your boy seen several times
Even though I know how it ends, I'll do it all again
And I know what they waitin' on
And I know why they hatin' on 'em
Should be glad that I made it for 'em
No congratulations for 'em
Dope Boys lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Rick Ross)
[Rick Ross:]
It's some hoes that wanna come through
They was with Chris Brown yesterday
Meek had 'em the day before
It's all good with me, I ain't trippin'
Them hoes probably fucked Snoop too, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, ladada
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Ladadada
[Rick Ross:]
All my homes spacious, all the hoes patient
All gold Daytons, on the road to Vegas
Dope boys get it, DGK fitted
You just wanna finesse her, I already hit it
Fly you out to visit, flight miles only
Chevrolet exquisite, dry cloth only
Lighters on the dresser, baddest bitches step up
Pull off at the car wash as I throw the set up
Young jetsetters, Jet Life feathers
All my niggas hover as the snakes slither
I got the eagle eye, 40-Eagle out (tell 'em)
Smoke and dab with her, I let you eat 'em out
That boy still a player, season ticket holder
Niggas hatin' on me, I'm the only Swisher rollin'
You know I got it
(Wassup nigga, Wiz wassup?! Curren$y!)
I'm the only Swisher rollin'
[Curren$y:]
Rat racer
Don Julio, no chaser
Green door vapors as we count paper
Thinkin' 'bout another way, finna light a jay
Tryna convince my brother to put them K's away
He like, "uh, lil bro, no way"
Them niggas play too many games in the streets today
You could be slain for pay
Fucked up in years, it couldn't be 'bout scratch
Some niggas really hate, they don't be flyin' straight
I'm just watch shopping, picking out a new date
Just rich nigga problems
Rich niggas got her naked on a island, body like a bottle
Slapped her on the bottom
Box Chevy squattin'
The one I dropped her off at her house in
Two Bentleys, seven low-riders and a suspended license
Hella paper I'm stackin'
Shit wasn't always like this
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Every night up and down the block, passing right in front me
Every night up and down the block, passing right in front me
Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin'
Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin'
Back against the wall, what more could you want from me?
Back against the wall, what more could you want from me?
I gotta have it, grabbin' it, stack it
I gotta see it, smokin' weed keep me thinkin' to never sleep in
Haze chiefin', lazy eye, I'll still peep it
Caught it before the car was even started
I'm not a target, I'm a shark bitch, boss shit
You will get squashed beneath my feet hoe, I'm enormous
The real don shit, you just a dunce, done
Dump blunt guts, I'm out catching stunts
Moon roof, bubble top, '61, what you want
Ace, paper plates, well done
Paper chase, bank race, Spitta won
First place, killing shit, smoking gunk
Clear this face, out of space
Benz coupe, model and make
Some new shit they can't pronunce
Haters don't know what to say
But anyway...
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Every night up and down the block, passing right in front me
Every night up and down the block, passing right in front me
Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin'
Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin'
Back against the wall, what more could you want from me?
Back against the wall, what more could you want from me?
It's some hoes that wanna come through
They was with Chris Brown yesterday
Meek had 'em the day before
It's all good with me, I ain't trippin'
Them hoes probably fucked Snoop too, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, ladada
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Ladadada
[Rick Ross:]
All my homes spacious, all the hoes patient
All gold Daytons, on the road to Vegas
Dope boys get it, DGK fitted
You just wanna finesse her, I already hit it
Fly you out to visit, flight miles only
Chevrolet exquisite, dry cloth only
Lighters on the dresser, baddest bitches step up
Pull off at the car wash as I throw the set up
Young jetsetters, Jet Life feathers
All my niggas hover as the snakes slither
I got the eagle eye, 40-Eagle out (tell 'em)
Smoke and dab with her, I let you eat 'em out
That boy still a player, season ticket holder
Niggas hatin' on me, I'm the only Swisher rollin'
You know I got it
(Wassup nigga, Wiz wassup?! Curren$y!)
I'm the only Swisher rollin'
[Curren$y:]
Rat racer
Don Julio, no chaser
Green door vapors as we count paper
Thinkin' 'bout another way, finna light a jay
Tryna convince my brother to put them K's away
He like, "uh, lil bro, no way"
Them niggas play too many games in the streets today
You could be slain for pay
Fucked up in years, it couldn't be 'bout scratch
Some niggas really hate, they don't be flyin' straight
I'm just watch shopping, picking out a new date
Just rich nigga problems
Rich niggas got her naked on a island, body like a bottle
Slapped her on the bottom
Box Chevy squattin'
The one I dropped her off at her house in
Two Bentleys, seven low-riders and a suspended license
Hella paper I'm stackin'
Shit wasn't always like this
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Every night up and down the block, passing right in front me
Every night up and down the block, passing right in front me
Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin'
Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin'
Back against the wall, what more could you want from me?
Back against the wall, what more could you want from me?
I gotta have it, grabbin' it, stack it
I gotta see it, smokin' weed keep me thinkin' to never sleep in
Haze chiefin', lazy eye, I'll still peep it
Caught it before the car was even started
I'm not a target, I'm a shark bitch, boss shit
You will get squashed beneath my feet hoe, I'm enormous
The real don shit, you just a dunce, done
Dump blunt guts, I'm out catching stunts
Moon roof, bubble top, '61, what you want
Ace, paper plates, well done
Paper chase, bank race, Spitta won
First place, killing shit, smoking gunk
Clear this face, out of space
Benz coupe, model and make
Some new shit they can't pronunce
Haters don't know what to say
But anyway...
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Every night up and down the block, passing right in front me
Every night up and down the block, passing right in front me
Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin'
Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin'
Back against the wall, what more could you want from me?
Back against the wall, what more could you want from me?
Look At It lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, fool
Ladadada
Uh, yeah
Fool
Finna change the world like color TV
Studio with two O's and a girlfriend with me, bitch look at it
Here in the booth, my joint straight OG
That's all I smoke bitch, and you know this if you really know me
I'm rollin' back home in a 6-4 on chrome D's, bitch look at it
Made it rich from just keepin' it G, never switch
Doing things that wasn't me, an image that I couldn't see
One that I couldn't be, represented heavily
My city and my set until the death of me, bitch look at it
Slid through, drive by killed you
Flying Spur, three-piece stainless the shoes
Old niggas gettin' sick cause the dog gettin' rich
All night, wrappin' bricks, make a wish
Homie on the mix, get it right before we shift, bitch look at it
Put it on the street, watch 'em flip, it's a trip
Life's sweet but she's also a bitch
Get her high, fuck her good while I got the time
You know I stay 747 fly high
24/7, 365, no lie, like bitch look at it
Mainstream money, underground hustle got me jumpin' into larger tax brackets
Like bitch look at it
No tint on my Benz like bitch look at it
Via satellite from my palace, bitch look at it
You know what's happenin', made it rich from rap trappin', ha
Ladadada
Uh, yeah
Fool
Finna change the world like color TV
Studio with two O's and a girlfriend with me, bitch look at it
Here in the booth, my joint straight OG
That's all I smoke bitch, and you know this if you really know me
I'm rollin' back home in a 6-4 on chrome D's, bitch look at it
Made it rich from just keepin' it G, never switch
Doing things that wasn't me, an image that I couldn't see
One that I couldn't be, represented heavily
My city and my set until the death of me, bitch look at it
Slid through, drive by killed you
Flying Spur, three-piece stainless the shoes
Old niggas gettin' sick cause the dog gettin' rich
All night, wrappin' bricks, make a wish
Homie on the mix, get it right before we shift, bitch look at it
Put it on the street, watch 'em flip, it's a trip
Life's sweet but she's also a bitch
Get her high, fuck her good while I got the time
You know I stay 747 fly high
24/7, 365, no lie, like bitch look at it
Mainstream money, underground hustle got me jumpin' into larger tax brackets
Like bitch look at it
No tint on my Benz like bitch look at it
Via satellite from my palace, bitch look at it
You know what's happenin', made it rich from rap trappin', ha
Theme Music [GTA] lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah...
Purps on the Beat, 808 Mafia
Sounds like some fucked up trick or treat music
I took the helicopter home from the Saints game last night
Left the Ferrari at the Dome, I was too drunk to drive
Real Grand Theft Auto lifestyle
I couldn't make the shit up if I tried
Fucked up the game in 2009
It was written in golden ink if I cosign
Major labels was lovin' on my assembly line
How I be doin' mine, sellin' these rhymes like coke lines
Over time, every time, seein' double
Supersport Chevys, what you know about that muscle
Andretti, you cannot compare me to no busters
Because they don't hustle, they afraid of the struggle
The game will break them niggas down 'til it don't love 'em
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a car with this, yeah
Wherever the money, I'm runnin' at
With a empty sack
Fillin' it up and I'm comin' back with all that, you need it
I seen you scratch, you can't ignore your itch, you know you need your fix
Chef Boy-Ar-Audio D, servin' that choice shit
They on it, they want it
That uncut, that rawness, no footprint
No stretch, no cut, just that straight up
Man, what the fuck
They outside, they lined up
Been waitin' for a nigga all month
Knowin' that I got another one, another batch still yet to come
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Purps on the Beat, 808 Mafia
Sounds like some fucked up trick or treat music
I took the helicopter home from the Saints game last night
Left the Ferrari at the Dome, I was too drunk to drive
Real Grand Theft Auto lifestyle
I couldn't make the shit up if I tried
Fucked up the game in 2009
It was written in golden ink if I cosign
Major labels was lovin' on my assembly line
How I be doin' mine, sellin' these rhymes like coke lines
Over time, every time, seein' double
Supersport Chevys, what you know about that muscle
Andretti, you cannot compare me to no busters
Because they don't hustle, they afraid of the struggle
The game will break them niggas down 'til it don't love 'em
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a car with this, yeah
Wherever the money, I'm runnin' at
With a empty sack
Fillin' it up and I'm comin' back with all that, you need it
I seen you scratch, you can't ignore your itch, you know you need your fix
Chef Boy-Ar-Audio D, servin' that choice shit
They on it, they want it
That uncut, that rawness, no footprint
No stretch, no cut, just that straight up
Man, what the fuck
They outside, they lined up
Been waitin' for a nigga all month
Knowin' that I got another one, another batch still yet to come
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Papers lyrics - Curren$y
Paper on top of papers, stack papers some more
Look or places to put it like where this gon' go?
Floatin', creatin', changin' like switchin' up clothes
Once they bite our styles, we done want 'em no more
Paper on top of papers, stack papers some more
Look or places to put it like where this gon' go?
Floatin', creatin', changin' like switchin' up clothes
Once they bite our styles, we done want 'em no more
Sick, all my life they got me sick
I can't get after the grip with all 'em on my dick
I can't quit, I got some more 'bout to purchase this
I hit my wrist up, lit my shit up, 50 clips
That's your beamer on my wrist, homie and that ain't it
I tell my youngin' how I got all this, they learned it quick
I see 'em swingin' 'round 'em corners in all kind of shit
Now I'm him, top dog in the yard when I walk in
It's like the whole earth pause
Against the physics laws, niggas livin' large
Germ's lit, fattest Cuban cigars, you thought you seen it all
Paper on top of papers, stack papers some more
Look or places to put it like where this gon' go?
Floatin', creatin', changin' like switchin' up clothes
Once they bite our styles, we done want 'em no more
Look or places to put it like where this gon' go?
Floatin', creatin', changin' like switchin' up clothes
Once they bite our styles, we done want 'em no more
Paper on top of papers, stack papers some more
Look or places to put it like where this gon' go?
Floatin', creatin', changin' like switchin' up clothes
Once they bite our styles, we done want 'em no more
Sick, all my life they got me sick
I can't get after the grip with all 'em on my dick
I can't quit, I got some more 'bout to purchase this
I hit my wrist up, lit my shit up, 50 clips
That's your beamer on my wrist, homie and that ain't it
I tell my youngin' how I got all this, they learned it quick
I see 'em swingin' 'round 'em corners in all kind of shit
Now I'm him, top dog in the yard when I walk in
It's like the whole earth pause
Against the physics laws, niggas livin' large
Germ's lit, fattest Cuban cigars, you thought you seen it all
Paper on top of papers, stack papers some more
Look or places to put it like where this gon' go?
Floatin', creatin', changin' like switchin' up clothes
Once they bite our styles, we done want 'em no more
N.F.A.C. lyrics - Curren$y
Day by day, we realize
Crime pays
More than 99 ways
Hunnid (hundred) proof anything I say (anything I say)
100 coupes, we come through you make way (you make way)
100 troops in Dickies suits, you'll be amazed (you'll be amazed)
At how well the game played
It's JETS everyday
Crew not fucking around mayne - it's ball-game
Crew not fucking around mayne - it's ball-game
Images vivid, mental pictures
Picket fences, 12 cylinders
Exotic women
Dat money got me trippin'
Daredevil diamond angel pendants
Star-studded vineyards
Top dogs in attendance
Luxurious cars parked in front the buildings
From my cell-phone I start my engine
Quentin Tarantino screen-written how I'm spittin'
Smoking pictures, moving movements
Movement is getting bigger
1 of the livest niggas living until them suckas try to kill him
Even if they did my spirit would still...
Ride on dem niggas
You can't hide from the realest
Corporation never ending
Day by day, we realize
Crime pays
More than 99 ways
Hunnid (hundred) proof anything I say (anything I say)
100 coupes, we come through you make way (you make way)
100 troops in Dickies suits, you'll be amazed (you'll be amazed)
At how well the game played
It's JETS everyday
Crew not fucking around mayne - it's ball-game
Crew not fucking around mayne - that's y'all playing
Crew not fucking around mayne - it's ball-game
Crew not fucking around mayne - that's y'all playing
Undefeated like my sweats - untouchable rep
Underrated, over hated - fuck 'em
I'm a JET
Crime pays
More than 99 ways
Hunnid (hundred) proof anything I say (anything I say)
100 coupes, we come through you make way (you make way)
100 troops in Dickies suits, you'll be amazed (you'll be amazed)
At how well the game played
It's JETS everyday
Crew not fucking around mayne - it's ball-game
Crew not fucking around mayne - it's ball-game
Images vivid, mental pictures
Picket fences, 12 cylinders
Exotic women
Dat money got me trippin'
Daredevil diamond angel pendants
Star-studded vineyards
Top dogs in attendance
Luxurious cars parked in front the buildings
From my cell-phone I start my engine
Quentin Tarantino screen-written how I'm spittin'
Smoking pictures, moving movements
Movement is getting bigger
1 of the livest niggas living until them suckas try to kill him
Even if they did my spirit would still...
Ride on dem niggas
You can't hide from the realest
Corporation never ending
Day by day, we realize
Crime pays
More than 99 ways
Hunnid (hundred) proof anything I say (anything I say)
100 coupes, we come through you make way (you make way)
100 troops in Dickies suits, you'll be amazed (you'll be amazed)
At how well the game played
It's JETS everyday
Crew not fucking around mayne - it's ball-game
Crew not fucking around mayne - that's y'all playing
Crew not fucking around mayne - it's ball-game
Crew not fucking around mayne - that's y'all playing
Undefeated like my sweats - untouchable rep
Underrated, over hated - fuck 'em
I'm a JET
Break Em Off lyrics - Curren$y
Hustlers, ballers, gangstas, catepillars
All of them real niggas fuck with Spitta
Every weekend bring them cars out in my city
A bad bitch in my Bentley with her tities sitting pretty
Ain't no mystery
We finna' get lit up like a Christmas tree
Evergreen plotting with my team on the dark screen
Never seen a nigga this G until you met me
Lil Snupe RIP I still can't let it be
Letting off steam spitting keys for the triple beam
That's what I call a mic we selling dope all night
What I [?] high street price like a brick of soft white
Bottles on nice put the models on flights
Maserati we be riding dirty in the future sprite
Maneuvers for that money out there in the moonlight
Paper coming sooner than we can make room for it
Stash house plus still gotta add rooms to it
Nigga
La da da da da
Don't make me break you off something
Won't nobody say they saw nothing
Ride by like a drive by 300 thousand dollar cars coming
La da da da da
All of them real niggas fuck with Spitta
Every weekend bring them cars out in my city
A bad bitch in my Bentley with her tities sitting pretty
Ain't no mystery
We finna' get lit up like a Christmas tree
Evergreen plotting with my team on the dark screen
Never seen a nigga this G until you met me
Lil Snupe RIP I still can't let it be
Letting off steam spitting keys for the triple beam
That's what I call a mic we selling dope all night
What I [?] high street price like a brick of soft white
Bottles on nice put the models on flights
Maserati we be riding dirty in the future sprite
Maneuvers for that money out there in the moonlight
Paper coming sooner than we can make room for it
Stash house plus still gotta add rooms to it
Nigga
La da da da da
Don't make me break you off something
Won't nobody say they saw nothing
Ride by like a drive by 300 thousand dollar cars coming
La da da da da
G.A.S. lyrics - Curren$y (feat. TY)
[Curren$y:]
Getting high with T-Y
My nigga up next
Whole lot of doja
That's my BFF
Started a No Limit soldier
Now I own a jet
Checks on top of checks
Yep I done that for myself
Now my rep is in the room
Before I take a step
Out of this thing
Red Corvette
I'm bakery fresh
I gained major respect
Stunting and snapping necks
I started a company
In my set I invest
Getting high with T-Y
My nigga up next
I told him keep his circle small
You gon' ball for sure
Cars and hoes come and go
Make sure you save your dough
Have a lawyer close
In case you gotta fight them folks
Make sure your jewelry yellow-gold
And stay valuable
Avoid these traps that they set
But still trap to death
Stack it to the sky
A million dollars high
Dollar signs in our eyes
Billion dollar minds
And when they said I'm lucky
Truth tell them
Ain't never lied
[TY:]
And lately I been feeling like a man
Riding round in my own shit
Niggas stealing styles
Need to get they own shit
Made my mama proud
Came home with the grip
Get your head bust
But that's only if you slip
Told lil homie don't you trip
One day you gon hit your lick
Come through shining on these niggas
Pulling on all of these bitches
And we got diamonds that's bigger
Cars with hella work in them
Blue 100s all in my denim
If you don't know I'm that nigga
Smoked the Monte with a bitch
Who love to wear my shit
I had to leave her
Cause she start to make my nerves click
When I'm in that get money mode
It's hard to get me out
Niggas better follow the rules
Or get checked out
I lay my game down
Show them I ain't fucking round
Kept it G the whole time
Now look at me now
Get it through your head
This the corporation that never die
And when we say that we the truth
Just know we never lie
Getting high with T-Y
My nigga up next
Whole lot of doja
That's my BFF
Started a No Limit soldier
Now I own a jet
Checks on top of checks
Yep I done that for myself
Now my rep is in the room
Before I take a step
Out of this thing
Red Corvette
I'm bakery fresh
I gained major respect
Stunting and snapping necks
I started a company
In my set I invest
Getting high with T-Y
My nigga up next
I told him keep his circle small
You gon' ball for sure
Cars and hoes come and go
Make sure you save your dough
Have a lawyer close
In case you gotta fight them folks
Make sure your jewelry yellow-gold
And stay valuable
Avoid these traps that they set
But still trap to death
Stack it to the sky
A million dollars high
Dollar signs in our eyes
Billion dollar minds
And when they said I'm lucky
Truth tell them
Ain't never lied
[TY:]
And lately I been feeling like a man
Riding round in my own shit
Niggas stealing styles
Need to get they own shit
Made my mama proud
Came home with the grip
Get your head bust
But that's only if you slip
Told lil homie don't you trip
One day you gon hit your lick
Come through shining on these niggas
Pulling on all of these bitches
And we got diamonds that's bigger
Cars with hella work in them
Blue 100s all in my denim
If you don't know I'm that nigga
Smoked the Monte with a bitch
Who love to wear my shit
I had to leave her
Cause she start to make my nerves click
When I'm in that get money mode
It's hard to get me out
Niggas better follow the rules
Or get checked out
I lay my game down
Show them I ain't fucking round
Kept it G the whole time
Now look at me now
Get it through your head
This the corporation that never die
And when we say that we the truth
Just know we never lie
Cut It, Redone It lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Corner Boy P)
[Curren$y:]
Phantom pull up like a pamper
Bitch I ain't pull up I landed
Boy I'm so fly I can't stand it
They say I'm not from this planet
I run a show single handed
Fifty grand rubber banded
Paper chasing never scrambling
Talking money never rambling
This is all about advancement
Pretty Chevrolet is dancing
Do it like I know magic
Bitch I been a pro at it
Couple hits for your cataracts
Cadillacs is outback, the mansion
Get a glance at what a nigga stacking
Never that my brother and them will clap you
Fuck it, seen the sixty eight droptop at the junkyard
Drug it, over to my shop to give it a new start
You know we, gut it, we cut it, redone it
Now we Canal Street stunting
My mind right and my money right so y'all niggas can't tell me nothing
Cut it
Done it
[Corner Boy P:]
I stuff OG in the kingsize
I hit the bitch in the kingsize
I had the bitch sitting ringside
Head so good ask the bitch what's her ring size
We trade the foreigns for bowties
I trade Chanel for a blowjob
You worrying about me what's your hoe's job
I'm scratching off in the parking lot
Like fuck it
Arm out the window on my celly
I don't serve them niggas they be telling
Had them bitches in and out my telly
Towel under the door you smell it
Pack was bad still sell it
Run it up and fuck it up
I just matted out my truck
I'm fucking her and fucking her
A lot of money ain't enough
I'm tryna stack the bricks and pull up
I just copped a drank and pour up
Sneak diss at me I pull up
I ride the Jeep with the doors off
I'm with a bitch she don't wear drawers
I hit a dab then I dozed off
On a jet checking my son report card
They don't like me in the game I'm a bogart
I live my life with sports cars
I park them all on my neighbors lawn
Niggas try to count me out now they paying for it
Before I hate on the boy I'll sign him
And then push his album back like a lining
I be in the D more than the lions
If a deal ain't worth a mil I ain't signing
So cut it
So cut it
Phantom pull up like a pamper
Bitch I ain't pull up I landed
Boy I'm so fly I can't stand it
They say I'm not from this planet
I run a show single handed
Fifty grand rubber banded
Paper chasing never scrambling
Talking money never rambling
This is all about advancement
Pretty Chevrolet is dancing
Do it like I know magic
Bitch I been a pro at it
Couple hits for your cataracts
Cadillacs is outback, the mansion
Get a glance at what a nigga stacking
Never that my brother and them will clap you
Fuck it, seen the sixty eight droptop at the junkyard
Drug it, over to my shop to give it a new start
You know we, gut it, we cut it, redone it
Now we Canal Street stunting
My mind right and my money right so y'all niggas can't tell me nothing
Cut it
Done it
[Corner Boy P:]
I stuff OG in the kingsize
I hit the bitch in the kingsize
I had the bitch sitting ringside
Head so good ask the bitch what's her ring size
We trade the foreigns for bowties
I trade Chanel for a blowjob
You worrying about me what's your hoe's job
I'm scratching off in the parking lot
Like fuck it
Arm out the window on my celly
I don't serve them niggas they be telling
Had them bitches in and out my telly
Towel under the door you smell it
Pack was bad still sell it
Run it up and fuck it up
I just matted out my truck
I'm fucking her and fucking her
A lot of money ain't enough
I'm tryna stack the bricks and pull up
I just copped a drank and pour up
Sneak diss at me I pull up
I ride the Jeep with the doors off
I'm with a bitch she don't wear drawers
I hit a dab then I dozed off
On a jet checking my son report card
They don't like me in the game I'm a bogart
I live my life with sports cars
I park them all on my neighbors lawn
Niggas try to count me out now they paying for it
Before I hate on the boy I'll sign him
And then push his album back like a lining
I be in the D more than the lions
If a deal ain't worth a mil I ain't signing
So cut it
So cut it
Above lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mr. Marcelo)
[Curren$y:]
From the stage to the bus to the studio
Spit drugs on beats
Niggas ain't fucking with a G
Untouchable, bitches won't fuck with you
If I'm coming through they rather have a chance at the man
Comfortable in my d boy stance
Riding with [?] tryna see style in the [?]
Long beach smoke 28 grams
Assisted the pass look off the plane took off
Niggas get laid down over what they stood for
Casualties of a fucking hood war
Shit raw tryna live above the law
Spit Xan bars I'm a cop another car
Your boy been a man from the motherfucking start
These other niggas lack the fucking heart
These other niggas just bitches and
Some of these bitches just tiresdfucking broads
It's like I bought the whole motherfucking mall
On my bus for the Pilot Talk tour
Surge protector I got plugs for you
Drugs all I'm the motherfucking drug store
[Mr. Marcelo:]
I came up on that street
Cash shit
Nowadays I'm on my cheek shit
I wake and bake and count bread for breakfast
Learn how to get more money by investing
But as a youngin' niggas couldn't tell me nothing
I was always on my wild wild west shit
City on my fitted, hood on my hoodie
Blowing on good like nigga what's goodie
OG been looking like money
[?] 500 just doing 120
Motherfuckers know real when they see it
You could get straight A but you still can't Be it
Yeah, burner on tuck
Looking at niggas like who want what
[?] boy I been on game 5 dollar ass niggas I will make change
And you could put the house on it
But I ain't going out like Tony
A1 day 1 in these streets
Niggas living in the mud so they got to wear cleats
Beep beep for the money boy
Ain't nothing soft about me I go hard
Big dog in the yard of these streets
Started as a indian but now I am a chief
OG
From the stage to the bus to the studio
Spit drugs on beats
Niggas ain't fucking with a G
Untouchable, bitches won't fuck with you
If I'm coming through they rather have a chance at the man
Comfortable in my d boy stance
Riding with [?] tryna see style in the [?]
Long beach smoke 28 grams
Assisted the pass look off the plane took off
Niggas get laid down over what they stood for
Casualties of a fucking hood war
Shit raw tryna live above the law
Spit Xan bars I'm a cop another car
Your boy been a man from the motherfucking start
These other niggas lack the fucking heart
These other niggas just bitches and
Some of these bitches just tiresdfucking broads
It's like I bought the whole motherfucking mall
On my bus for the Pilot Talk tour
Surge protector I got plugs for you
Drugs all I'm the motherfucking drug store
[Mr. Marcelo:]
I came up on that street
Cash shit
Nowadays I'm on my cheek shit
I wake and bake and count bread for breakfast
Learn how to get more money by investing
But as a youngin' niggas couldn't tell me nothing
I was always on my wild wild west shit
City on my fitted, hood on my hoodie
Blowing on good like nigga what's goodie
OG been looking like money
[?] 500 just doing 120
Motherfuckers know real when they see it
You could get straight A but you still can't Be it
Yeah, burner on tuck
Looking at niggas like who want what
[?] boy I been on game 5 dollar ass niggas I will make change
And you could put the house on it
But I ain't going out like Tony
A1 day 1 in these streets
Niggas living in the mud so they got to wear cleats
Beep beep for the money boy
Ain't nothing soft about me I go hard
Big dog in the yard of these streets
Started as a indian but now I am a chief
OG
In My City lyrics - Curren$y (feat. TY)
[Curren$y]
They plotting on my demise because of what I drive
Figure my Rolls would look better with bullet holes on the side
All my life on mines represent with pride
Keep the E in it
Chevy zone switches nigga we smoking weed in it
Killers burning killa
Just a couple paid niggas
Tryna get richer what you thought
[?] car
Break that off
Take your lost
You was sleeping on a huffie so we took it all from you
Dawg
I been going hard for my city
Catch me whipping them foreign cars in my city
Smoking extra large in my city
Dope like a coke barge it was written
[TY:]
Fuck all you niggas I got this money on my mind
Out of line we separating your head from your spine
Crunch time I'm going between the legs from the line (got em')
Twisted out my mind cause I'm twisted on this pine
Niggas only in your face when they see you shine
But my light too bright so they only getting blind
Groupie bitches stay choosing they numbers
I'm steady losing they really for that confusion
Hoe this that jet life
If you don't like the smoke then you gotta take a hike
Crept on him real slow then I brightened up his night
Middle fingers to the laws I'm the youngest who in charge
They was sleeping on the hustle so we took it all off
Nigga, yeah
They plotting on my demise because of what I drive
Figure my Rolls would look better with bullet holes on the side
All my life on mines represent with pride
Keep the E in it
Chevy zone switches nigga we smoking weed in it
Killers burning killa
Just a couple paid niggas
Tryna get richer what you thought
[?] car
Break that off
Take your lost
You was sleeping on a huffie so we took it all from you
Dawg
I been going hard for my city
Catch me whipping them foreign cars in my city
Smoking extra large in my city
Dope like a coke barge it was written
[TY:]
Fuck all you niggas I got this money on my mind
Out of line we separating your head from your spine
Crunch time I'm going between the legs from the line (got em')
Twisted out my mind cause I'm twisted on this pine
Niggas only in your face when they see you shine
But my light too bright so they only getting blind
Groupie bitches stay choosing they numbers
I'm steady losing they really for that confusion
Hoe this that jet life
If you don't like the smoke then you gotta take a hike
Crept on him real slow then I brightened up his night
Middle fingers to the laws I'm the youngest who in charge
They was sleeping on the hustle so we took it all off
Nigga, yeah
Still Tippin lyrics - Curren$y
Paint dripping off the frame like
Candy stripes as I
Lay in the landslide
Missey elliot can't stand the rain
I much rather be catching some rays outside
Sunshine on chevy's bitch we comin' down
Gettin' money not raking it up in piles
Each one a hunned' thous'
Clearly they must be clowns
If they don't know by now
We getting paper underground
Be surprised if you come around dream cars parked outside
My house Plus a Ferrari that I rarely take out
Actual facts is all that I'm about
Smoking weed too the vinyl copy of reasonable doubt
On the hottest MC's list they'll probably leave me out
So what I'm the highest & the flyest with no stylist
It's just my lighter & my Nike's
I think she like me
Cause she Dm'd to write me
Invited me politely
I smashed & I was outie
Candy stripes as I
Lay in the landslide
Missey elliot can't stand the rain
I much rather be catching some rays outside
Sunshine on chevy's bitch we comin' down
Gettin' money not raking it up in piles
Each one a hunned' thous'
Clearly they must be clowns
If they don't know by now
We getting paper underground
Be surprised if you come around dream cars parked outside
My house Plus a Ferrari that I rarely take out
Actual facts is all that I'm about
Smoking weed too the vinyl copy of reasonable doubt
On the hottest MC's list they'll probably leave me out
So what I'm the highest & the flyest with no stylist
It's just my lighter & my Nike's
I think she like me
Cause she Dm'd to write me
Invited me politely
I smashed & I was outie
Three In One lyrics - Curren$y (feat. TY)
[Curren$y:]
In the villa, bitches with him
One chillin', one in the kitchen, pots whippin'
Cops sniffin', must be kiddin', stop trippin'
The dogs didn't get the scented, was in the lyrics
That's how I hit it, pulled up in it, three piece rimmed it
Straight shitted, they was mad, said it was rented
Them hateful niggas should congratulate a player
And ask him, how he did it
So then they could get it
But instead rather talk down on the bread
Fuck 'em, dog, and keep stuntin', that's how I play it
See how I slid, safe home plate, I broke your bitch
We spent your grip, furnished my other place
Dog, you should see it
Hope mama never slip
And say my name while she sleepin', next to this lame
Clue him in to our hustle, we fleeced him
She spent it all on a boss and I ain't even need it
I had her buyin' Gucci pieces for my youngest nieces
Bitch, keep your secrets
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
I send hits, it's done quickly
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
I send for 'em, they come to get me
[TY:]
Look, you don't show no love
It ain't nothin' for me to get another plug
Got a couple bitches on a couple drugs
With some young niggas that'll fuck you up
Yeah, and I don't know what's luck
Cause I bust my ass and work hard as fuck
Few people like me, few people don't
Shit, it got me feelin' like Donald Trump
Get caught, better seal it up
They in my circle, then they real as fuck
Young nigga, I'm a live it up
Real fly shit, it's not many of us
'Bout money, you can hit my line
Clean my guns when I'm sittin' inside
Jet Life, we never die
Why you think these niggas wanna switch sides?
Yeah, and you fake thugs who be showin' all of that fake love
I'm a pull your bitch when she up in the club
In that Monte Carlo, sittin' on the dubs
Yeah, on that Eastside, smokin' hella weed with my OG
You talk strong, but your hustle weak
Three bitches in the Bentley
Yeah, I done made a way
Just so for all my niggas, now they gettin' cake
Stay down and just keep it real
Before you know it, you'll be at a mill
Grind don't stop, work all day
Bag on bag with no delay
All my role models pushed weight
So I got to keep racks on me
[Curren$y:]
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
I send hits, it's done quickly
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
I send for 'em, they come to get me
In the villa, bitches with him
One chillin', one in the kitchen, pots whippin'
Cops sniffin', must be kiddin', stop trippin'
The dogs didn't get the scented, was in the lyrics
That's how I hit it, pulled up in it, three piece rimmed it
Straight shitted, they was mad, said it was rented
Them hateful niggas should congratulate a player
And ask him, how he did it
So then they could get it
But instead rather talk down on the bread
Fuck 'em, dog, and keep stuntin', that's how I play it
See how I slid, safe home plate, I broke your bitch
We spent your grip, furnished my other place
Dog, you should see it
Hope mama never slip
And say my name while she sleepin', next to this lame
Clue him in to our hustle, we fleeced him
She spent it all on a boss and I ain't even need it
I had her buyin' Gucci pieces for my youngest nieces
Bitch, keep your secrets
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
I send hits, it's done quickly
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
I send for 'em, they come to get me
[TY:]
Look, you don't show no love
It ain't nothin' for me to get another plug
Got a couple bitches on a couple drugs
With some young niggas that'll fuck you up
Yeah, and I don't know what's luck
Cause I bust my ass and work hard as fuck
Few people like me, few people don't
Shit, it got me feelin' like Donald Trump
Get caught, better seal it up
They in my circle, then they real as fuck
Young nigga, I'm a live it up
Real fly shit, it's not many of us
'Bout money, you can hit my line
Clean my guns when I'm sittin' inside
Jet Life, we never die
Why you think these niggas wanna switch sides?
Yeah, and you fake thugs who be showin' all of that fake love
I'm a pull your bitch when she up in the club
In that Monte Carlo, sittin' on the dubs
Yeah, on that Eastside, smokin' hella weed with my OG
You talk strong, but your hustle weak
Three bitches in the Bentley
Yeah, I done made a way
Just so for all my niggas, now they gettin' cake
Stay down and just keep it real
Before you know it, you'll be at a mill
Grind don't stop, work all day
Bag on bag with no delay
All my role models pushed weight
So I got to keep racks on me
[Curren$y:]
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
I send hits, it's done quickly
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
I send for 'em, they come to get me
The Roll Out lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Le$)
It's not a game, boy
Niggers claim they all fucked up
We in the cut, some brother's in the trunk
File showers 'cause it rain around this bitch every hour
They cry about it for a second then forget about you
Your problem wasn't riders
They was just running 'cause you was popping
Funny 'cause they got to running when them niggers got to pop 'em
Fresh to death, outfit you got shot in
Step outside, my cloud high, dumping it with my faculty
Battle without the technicalities
The fuck you niggers know about a strategy
I ain't gotta pull up first, I gotta pull up right
Paint dripping, motor tight
Anywhere we go tonight, dynamite
Matches strike, spark that, motor running
Headlights off, parked out back behind our back
No eating, just meeting, real bosses
Turn anywhere they at into an office
Small talking, just make you to a large target
Don't get caught up, OGs never taught you stuff
Hustlers who burn me up
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
They just talking and they bluffing
Taking action while you suckers keep discussing
So disgusting how these grown men acting so bitch made
Never had to switch, I been a man since sixth grade
Sipping on the 40, sitting on the curve
Looking at the stars and I was crazy 'cause this is what we are
A lot of homies shed blood just to sit on that butter
They gotta do dirt just to stay out the gutter
Seen it all in the head, didn't even see 30
You barking at the moon but the mutts ain't worthy
Wanna get your shine but I only shine on 'em
Pull up on the black, pack clutch, recline on 'em
GREEN BEAMER on gold that sit like a leprechaun
I'm riding with your wife, told her she was my lucky charm
Plan, baby, 'cause I never put no faith in no bitch
That paper anyhow gonna make her switch
Go ahead and dig a ditch, partner, bury yourself
Your biggest downfall is how you carry yourself
Bum ass nigger, we stay breaded up while you crumb ass niggers go smarten up
You dumb ass niggers, read a couple books, put some fat in your head
And get some motivation, get your ass out of bed
You suckers rather tweet about it while we out here being about it
Check on Instagram, only way you gonna see about it
I'm on that stack up, put my team on it
Go boss, shit your plan on that middle with a mall shit, rock's too cloudy
Guess them niggers caught up in the rain
Check the news before they came, find they planes, bitch
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Niggers claim they all fucked up
We in the cut, some brother's in the trunk
File showers 'cause it rain around this bitch every hour
They cry about it for a second then forget about you
Your problem wasn't riders
They was just running 'cause you was popping
Funny 'cause they got to running when them niggers got to pop 'em
Fresh to death, outfit you got shot in
Step outside, my cloud high, dumping it with my faculty
Battle without the technicalities
The fuck you niggers know about a strategy
I ain't gotta pull up first, I gotta pull up right
Paint dripping, motor tight
Anywhere we go tonight, dynamite
Matches strike, spark that, motor running
Headlights off, parked out back behind our back
No eating, just meeting, real bosses
Turn anywhere they at into an office
Small talking, just make you to a large target
Don't get caught up, OGs never taught you stuff
Hustlers who burn me up
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
They just talking and they bluffing
Taking action while you suckers keep discussing
So disgusting how these grown men acting so bitch made
Never had to switch, I been a man since sixth grade
Sipping on the 40, sitting on the curve
Looking at the stars and I was crazy 'cause this is what we are
A lot of homies shed blood just to sit on that butter
They gotta do dirt just to stay out the gutter
Seen it all in the head, didn't even see 30
You barking at the moon but the mutts ain't worthy
Wanna get your shine but I only shine on 'em
Pull up on the black, pack clutch, recline on 'em
GREEN BEAMER on gold that sit like a leprechaun
I'm riding with your wife, told her she was my lucky charm
Plan, baby, 'cause I never put no faith in no bitch
That paper anyhow gonna make her switch
Go ahead and dig a ditch, partner, bury yourself
Your biggest downfall is how you carry yourself
Bum ass nigger, we stay breaded up while you crumb ass niggers go smarten up
You dumb ass niggers, read a couple books, put some fat in your head
And get some motivation, get your ass out of bed
You suckers rather tweet about it while we out here being about it
Check on Instagram, only way you gonna see about it
I'm on that stack up, put my team on it
Go boss, shit your plan on that middle with a mall shit, rock's too cloudy
Guess them niggers caught up in the rain
Check the news before they came, find they planes, bitch
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Black Rally Stripes lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Action Bronson)
Yeah
Yeah
I assume that you brought your lighters
Yeah
Lemme out right here
Shit like stove top stuffing
Stirring the mother fucking pot full of money
Alchemist left the oven on for me
Coke not bubbling
Crack is not coming
Up to the top
Forming what they're looking for
Niggas like zombies
Waiting on me to
Release another batch
That itch you got to scratch
I know what you like
And bitch I got a case of that
Wait
Split her pussy 128, great
Black rally stripes
Parked outside my homies motorbike
My office where we talking
My office where them sharks swim
My office where we laughed off your offers
They wasn't plausible
What was they doing for us
Remain focused through all the smoking
Acting like my ribs showing
I want more than my potion
Coming for your shit because you on some ho shit homie
[Hook:]
Ride out, roll another one
We gonna stay outside till them fucking helicopters come
I learnt that from a Cali cousin
I got my first set of Dayton's from him
Now I'm skating on them
In New Orleans
Thinking about major money
Safe money, escape money
Big weight money
Diamond heist in broad day
Walk away from it
Huh
What made you think you could set foot
Up on the set and not get cooked
Met with a crooked look
Victim of a jux, bad bitches took
Full advantage of this bastard
Sent him home shook
Without his rolex
He was just trying to get some nook
Man
Bourbon Street secrets and scams
Shit get deeper
The more you know
You probably wish you didn't know
My lowrider clean as liquid detergent so
13's swerving on purpose
Got your bitch nervous but she learning
If its risky than its probably worth it
I worked for this position, I earned it
So now I don't even mention the permits
[Hook:]
Ride out, roll another one
We gonna stay outside till them fucking helicopters come
I learnt that from a Cali cousin
I got my first set of Dayton's from him
Now I'm skating on them
In New Orleans
Thinking about major money
Safe money, escape money
Big weight money
Diamond heist in broad day
Walk away from it
Huh
Yeah
I assume that you brought your lighters
Yeah
Lemme out right here
Shit like stove top stuffing
Stirring the mother fucking pot full of money
Alchemist left the oven on for me
Coke not bubbling
Crack is not coming
Up to the top
Forming what they're looking for
Niggas like zombies
Waiting on me to
Release another batch
That itch you got to scratch
I know what you like
And bitch I got a case of that
Wait
Split her pussy 128, great
Black rally stripes
Parked outside my homies motorbike
My office where we talking
My office where them sharks swim
My office where we laughed off your offers
They wasn't plausible
What was they doing for us
Remain focused through all the smoking
Acting like my ribs showing
I want more than my potion
Coming for your shit because you on some ho shit homie
[Hook:]
Ride out, roll another one
We gonna stay outside till them fucking helicopters come
I learnt that from a Cali cousin
I got my first set of Dayton's from him
Now I'm skating on them
In New Orleans
Thinking about major money
Safe money, escape money
Big weight money
Diamond heist in broad day
Walk away from it
Huh
What made you think you could set foot
Up on the set and not get cooked
Met with a crooked look
Victim of a jux, bad bitches took
Full advantage of this bastard
Sent him home shook
Without his rolex
He was just trying to get some nook
Man
Bourbon Street secrets and scams
Shit get deeper
The more you know
You probably wish you didn't know
My lowrider clean as liquid detergent so
13's swerving on purpose
Got your bitch nervous but she learning
If its risky than its probably worth it
I worked for this position, I earned it
So now I don't even mention the permits
[Hook:]
Ride out, roll another one
We gonna stay outside till them fucking helicopters come
I learnt that from a Cali cousin
I got my first set of Dayton's from him
Now I'm skating on them
In New Orleans
Thinking about major money
Safe money, escape money
Big weight money
Diamond heist in broad day
Walk away from it
Huh
Cartridge lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Action Bronson)
Yeah
La da da da da da da da da...
you should already have your lighters
La da da da da da da da...
probably just settlin' in
Realizing what you gettin'
Muthafuckin cartridge yeah [shotgun sound]
Me too la la da la la la…
Uh let me out right here
And my corvette was clockwork orange
Tequila sunrise 7 o clock this morning we getting Saturday night high
Fuck niggas assumin' why we doing shit that you only seen in the movies
Silver screen bitches dig my gold ring chilling
like full length chinchilla resting on satin pillows momma listen
These is blessings real game lessons
Guidance
Show you how to make a fucking fire uh
[Hook:]
Yeah bitch they got weigh it on a scale they weigh the whales with
One sniff a make a german shepard backflip la da da da da da [x2]
Hold on
Uh them cadillacs trucks pulling up look at us came through done my stuff never front high as fuck
In your city doing promo runs with 2 big cuties call them my little honey buns
The rain ain't such a bad thing once that money come
You'll understand that homie once you get you some
Lit off paris og
New orleans meet flight to los angeles is now boarding
Al left the oven on for me la da da da da da da da... huh
[Hook:]
Yeah bitch
They got weigh it on a scale they weigh the whales with
One fat gold chain 2 pinky rings one big ass dream to own all this
Yeah yeah La da da da da da da...
Yeah muthafuckin cartridge
Uh Same side never switch
Underground nigga mainstream rich
Worst nightmare when them suits try not to play fair
We fuck up everything in there
Make them tear down reconfigure the data make that shit [?] sound
Moving these rounds like pounds in and out yo town
Clientele full of whales puttin' large money down
Walk the walk I'll run it now uh
Yeah bitch
Gotta weigh it on them scales they weigh the whales with huh (nigga)
One sniff a make that german shepard back flip huh…… la da la la la
One fat gold chain 2 pinky rings one big ass dream to own all this nigga
This the muthafucking cartridge (shotgun sound)
Muthafucking marksman
La da da da da da da da da...
you should already have your lighters
La da da da da da da da...
probably just settlin' in
Realizing what you gettin'
Muthafuckin cartridge yeah [shotgun sound]
Me too la la da la la la…
Uh let me out right here
And my corvette was clockwork orange
Tequila sunrise 7 o clock this morning we getting Saturday night high
Fuck niggas assumin' why we doing shit that you only seen in the movies
Silver screen bitches dig my gold ring chilling
like full length chinchilla resting on satin pillows momma listen
These is blessings real game lessons
Guidance
Show you how to make a fucking fire uh
[Hook:]
Yeah bitch they got weigh it on a scale they weigh the whales with
One sniff a make a german shepard backflip la da da da da da [x2]
Hold on
Uh them cadillacs trucks pulling up look at us came through done my stuff never front high as fuck
In your city doing promo runs with 2 big cuties call them my little honey buns
The rain ain't such a bad thing once that money come
You'll understand that homie once you get you some
Lit off paris og
New orleans meet flight to los angeles is now boarding
Al left the oven on for me la da da da da da da da... huh
[Hook:]
Yeah bitch
They got weigh it on a scale they weigh the whales with
One fat gold chain 2 pinky rings one big ass dream to own all this
Yeah yeah La da da da da da da...
Yeah muthafuckin cartridge
Uh Same side never switch
Underground nigga mainstream rich
Worst nightmare when them suits try not to play fair
We fuck up everything in there
Make them tear down reconfigure the data make that shit [?] sound
Moving these rounds like pounds in and out yo town
Clientele full of whales puttin' large money down
Walk the walk I'll run it now uh
Yeah bitch
Gotta weigh it on them scales they weigh the whales with huh (nigga)
One sniff a make that german shepard back flip huh…… la da la la la
One fat gold chain 2 pinky rings one big ass dream to own all this nigga
This the muthafucking cartridge (shotgun sound)
Muthafucking marksman
Vibrations lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Action Bronson)
Good vibrations
Vibrations
Vibrations
[Hook:]
Got your block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothing out of something
You handle your biz
You don't be crying or suffering
You a paper chaser
You got your block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothing out of something
You handle your business
You don't be crying or suffering
Now check it out
I ain't no coward on the reala
Ya understand?
I'm a rapper I'm still a real nigga
Ya understand?
Fuck all that rah-rah shit when I'm chilling
Ya understand?
Take that shit outside of my building
Ya understand?
Now I been in the game for a minute
Ya understand?
Couple Rolexes, couple Bentleys
Will make 'em understand
Cocaine that I shake outta my right hand
Ink turn into big bank
Ya understand?
Smoke big, bigger plans
Ya understand?
Real game I'm not playing
Ya understand
Light a jernt up now if you understand
Made my point
They feel what I was saying
Stuck it like a mother fucking shovel in the sand
Dig it like a booger sugar
Bitch you know you bad
Ya understand?
Yeah
[Hook:]
Got your block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothing out of something
You handle your business
You don't be crying or suffering
You a paper chaser
You got your block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothing out of something
You handle your business
You don't be crying or suffering
[Sample:]
You mean there's gonna be two other guys in on the deal?
And we don't know who they are?
That's right
I haven't worked with them before
But that was work, I liked it
Everything's here
The soft spot's an old steam [?]
Manhole's on the corner
We drop into the manhole at 11:45
[?] will cover you
[?]
It will take about six minutes to get into [?]
Watch out for [?]
Make your way up the back steps [?]
Give or take a few thousand I figure the loot on this deal at two million
Vibrations
Vibrations
[Hook:]
Got your block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothing out of something
You handle your biz
You don't be crying or suffering
You a paper chaser
You got your block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothing out of something
You handle your business
You don't be crying or suffering
Now check it out
I ain't no coward on the reala
Ya understand?
I'm a rapper I'm still a real nigga
Ya understand?
Fuck all that rah-rah shit when I'm chilling
Ya understand?
Take that shit outside of my building
Ya understand?
Now I been in the game for a minute
Ya understand?
Couple Rolexes, couple Bentleys
Will make 'em understand
Cocaine that I shake outta my right hand
Ink turn into big bank
Ya understand?
Smoke big, bigger plans
Ya understand?
Real game I'm not playing
Ya understand
Light a jernt up now if you understand
Made my point
They feel what I was saying
Stuck it like a mother fucking shovel in the sand
Dig it like a booger sugar
Bitch you know you bad
Ya understand?
Yeah
[Hook:]
Got your block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothing out of something
You handle your business
You don't be crying or suffering
You a paper chaser
You got your block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothing out of something
You handle your business
You don't be crying or suffering
[Sample:]
You mean there's gonna be two other guys in on the deal?
And we don't know who they are?
That's right
I haven't worked with them before
But that was work, I liked it
Everything's here
The soft spot's an old steam [?]
Manhole's on the corner
We drop into the manhole at 11:45
[?] will cover you
[?]
It will take about six minutes to get into [?]
Watch out for [?]
Make your way up the back steps [?]
Give or take a few thousand I figure the loot on this deal at two million
Disappearing Ink lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Styles P)
Yeah [x5]
Uh Shit so dark you need night vision just to listen
Disappearing ink it was written hieroglyphics
Niggas lookin' like clones all saying they tryin' to be different
Reflection
So deceptive theres too much smokey mirrors
I'm stoned on my own playing oldies from my phone
Bluetooth in the coupe cost the price of a home
Always gone
Money mission neverending went through hell to get it
Spend them digits on princess flooded religious pendants
My mommas prayers keep me from dealing with deceitful niggas
I seent them niggas dawg and you was with em'
I wrote these rhymes to the sounds of you snakes slithering
I seent it like a flow model zenith
33 inch bro I mean it tho
Things can get real quick while I just play it how it go
Learnt that in the NO
Rap hustling fa sho
Bitches in and out revolving doors diggin' for gold
While I'm mobbin' in the side with no piece on my figaro
Diamonds on the lobster class just a light splash
[Styles P:]
Jet life block life
Whens the next flight?
Fuck the cop lights
600 horses right at the stoplight
Got you thinkin' when will the lights stop
6 for a nice whip
5 for a nice watch
7 for a nice crib
Live at the night spot
Homies with the dope nikes
Chicks with the nice drops
Moet in the ice bucket
Know he bout to light pot
Kush and the raw cone
Ringers with doors off and doors on
Eithers its peace or it’s a warzone
With Alchemist and Curren$y
with Alchemist and Curren$y
Mommy told me flourish
But money could never nourish me
So I got the juice like Q did
What you did
You ain't sayin nothing doing nothing you just frontin'
Had my nigga push a button with a ratchet and a new clip
That shit a hit your ear like a qtip
We just tryin to chill and get stoned off this glue shit
Uh Shit so dark you need night vision just to listen
Disappearing ink it was written hieroglyphics
Niggas lookin' like clones all saying they tryin' to be different
Reflection
So deceptive theres too much smokey mirrors
I'm stoned on my own playing oldies from my phone
Bluetooth in the coupe cost the price of a home
Always gone
Money mission neverending went through hell to get it
Spend them digits on princess flooded religious pendants
My mommas prayers keep me from dealing with deceitful niggas
I seent them niggas dawg and you was with em'
I wrote these rhymes to the sounds of you snakes slithering
I seent it like a flow model zenith
33 inch bro I mean it tho
Things can get real quick while I just play it how it go
Learnt that in the NO
Rap hustling fa sho
Bitches in and out revolving doors diggin' for gold
While I'm mobbin' in the side with no piece on my figaro
Diamonds on the lobster class just a light splash
[Styles P:]
Jet life block life
Whens the next flight?
Fuck the cop lights
600 horses right at the stoplight
Got you thinkin' when will the lights stop
6 for a nice whip
5 for a nice watch
7 for a nice crib
Live at the night spot
Homies with the dope nikes
Chicks with the nice drops
Moet in the ice bucket
Know he bout to light pot
Kush and the raw cone
Ringers with doors off and doors on
Eithers its peace or it’s a warzone
With Alchemist and Curren$y
with Alchemist and Curren$y
Mommy told me flourish
But money could never nourish me
So I got the juice like Q did
What you did
You ain't sayin nothing doing nothing you just frontin'
Had my nigga push a button with a ratchet and a new clip
That shit a hit your ear like a qtip
We just tryin to chill and get stoned off this glue shit
Inspiration lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Action Bronson)
Lemme out right here
Uh
Inspiration was all within the crates waiting
For the homie to rediscover, reshape it
I maybe smoked a half a fatty while he made it
Crafted by the masters
The coupe ensues additional chapters
Honda Prelude, super-tuned fast one
Driven by a lady assassin
Scaling the walls of your mansion
You was just lamping
Never imagining some shit like this could transpire
You had the juice but now its expired
The streets is tired
That work done been stepped on too many times
You tried to stretch it too far
You done crossed the line
Now your name is mud in the streets
The fiends won't let buy
They walk on by while I'm
[Hook:]
Cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell there he go again
Talking that shit that leave a sucka nigga
Going home without his bitch
Spitta nigga all about his [?]
Got a plan to get rich
Come through smelling like a zip
Flicking a 93 octane lit
I understand
That some of the folks is buying regular gas
Some riding trophy cars some was driving trash
Me, myself I'm
Top shelf high
Anything else would be uncivilized
That sucka shit is to be redirected
Corrected or chastised
Don't kill yourself trying to live that Jet Life
Poof
Put that in the uzi combine
In my Ferrari dodging crossfire
Trying not to be killed by niggas from the other side
Or the one time
That's how I survive
Nigga I'm
[Hook:]
Cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell there he go again
Talking that shit that leave a sucka nigga
Going home without his bitch
Spitta nigga all about his [?]
Got a plan to get rich
Cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell there he go again
Talking that shit that leave a sucka nigga
Going home without his bitch
Spitta nigga all about his [?]
Got a plan to get rich
[Action Bronson:]
They did him greasy like
Brown bags of fried fish
Bring me your nose bitch
Try this
Every lion needs a lioness
I admit I'm high as shit
I'm at peace with my environment
Chollo lowriders
Ladies designed in the candy
Skulls and knives, fire, golden eyes
A Korean stock broker
Shit that wasn't no disguise
Split his wig
Throw him to the pigs
Discuss murder over cured Italian meat
Jimmy shot Johnny in the park over a Jew broad
Facing the wheel, Frankie Vallie still playing though
I'm saying though
Why the [?] always got blonde hair
You rock designer jeans dog
With the ass cut out
Exotic rap pants
I make the mac 10 tap dance
Shit
Uh
Inspiration was all within the crates waiting
For the homie to rediscover, reshape it
I maybe smoked a half a fatty while he made it
Crafted by the masters
The coupe ensues additional chapters
Honda Prelude, super-tuned fast one
Driven by a lady assassin
Scaling the walls of your mansion
You was just lamping
Never imagining some shit like this could transpire
You had the juice but now its expired
The streets is tired
That work done been stepped on too many times
You tried to stretch it too far
You done crossed the line
Now your name is mud in the streets
The fiends won't let buy
They walk on by while I'm
[Hook:]
Cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell there he go again
Talking that shit that leave a sucka nigga
Going home without his bitch
Spitta nigga all about his [?]
Got a plan to get rich
Come through smelling like a zip
Flicking a 93 octane lit
I understand
That some of the folks is buying regular gas
Some riding trophy cars some was driving trash
Me, myself I'm
Top shelf high
Anything else would be uncivilized
That sucka shit is to be redirected
Corrected or chastised
Don't kill yourself trying to live that Jet Life
Poof
Put that in the uzi combine
In my Ferrari dodging crossfire
Trying not to be killed by niggas from the other side
Or the one time
That's how I survive
Nigga I'm
[Hook:]
Cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell there he go again
Talking that shit that leave a sucka nigga
Going home without his bitch
Spitta nigga all about his [?]
Got a plan to get rich
Cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell there he go again
Talking that shit that leave a sucka nigga
Going home without his bitch
Spitta nigga all about his [?]
Got a plan to get rich
[Action Bronson:]
They did him greasy like
Brown bags of fried fish
Bring me your nose bitch
Try this
Every lion needs a lioness
I admit I'm high as shit
I'm at peace with my environment
Chollo lowriders
Ladies designed in the candy
Skulls and knives, fire, golden eyes
A Korean stock broker
Shit that wasn't no disguise
Split his wig
Throw him to the pigs
Discuss murder over cured Italian meat
Jimmy shot Johnny in the park over a Jew broad
Facing the wheel, Frankie Vallie still playing though
I'm saying though
Why the [?] always got blonde hair
You rock designer jeans dog
With the ass cut out
Exotic rap pants
I make the mac 10 tap dance
Shit
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
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$y:]
Uh
Feel like a player
Straight game
Ballers
Commentators, fans, haters, spectators
All in the same stadium
Only one can win
Will it be you or one of them?
This was crafted by the masters
To be played on the block
In the project hallways of secluded mansions
I shot a video once
With French Montana in the Hamptons
He brought a hundred chicks through
Coke boy magic
I was rolling fat ones
I always had that pack son
When Tity Boi was the only one
Calling the weed gas
I came up with a nice plan
To stack some mean cash
I done this move
Away from the stash spot I cruise
On the way to my next move
My best move, you best move
Or get wrecked
That's real life that's not a threat
The crib big still got wings like a jet
Wings like a plane
Elevators, hella steps
Nigga
[Unknown sample]
[Curren$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$y (feat. Action Bronson)
Pink champagne underneath the blue moon
The Range plum, the Benz is maroon
96 AMG, remembering the time
Niggas got killed for shit like this
The city I live in, many have died my friend
Tears fall for your dawgs, dry your eyes off
Make sure you can see through the fall
Evil lurks, love hurts, knife in your back
I tried to warn you first, but you second guess
That's why you slept
That's why you slept, and you second guessed
That's why you slept, and you second guessed
Trampling flowers with foot steps
Came to devour all your assets, yup
You ain't never seen a heist in your life
Recognise what you getting, what you witness
The Range plum, the Benz is maroon
96 AMG, remembering the time
Niggas got killed for shit like this
The city I live in, many have died my friend
Tears fall for your dawgs, dry your eyes off
Make sure you can see through the fall
Evil lurks, love hurts, knife in your back
I tried to warn you first, but you second guess
That's why you slept
That's why you slept, and you second guessed
That's why you slept, and you second guessed
Trampling flowers with foot steps
Came to devour all your assets, yup
You ain't never seen a heist in your life
Recognise what you getting, what you witness
Fat Albert lyrics - Curren$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
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
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
Table Of Contents lyrics - Curren$y
Right hand to God...
I done this for our side...
Every time I smoke and ride...
Eastside on the rise...
Corporation never die...
Let's all get high...
Till our eyes turn to dollar signs...
Money forever on my mind...
Owners Manual...
Shit you don't get till you get it...
Get it?
Smoked out with my niggas...
You'll die to live how we livin'...
Puttin' money away for the children...
My unborn sittin' on millions...
Shit...
Done that for our side...
Just like every time...
Eastside on the rise...
Five-oh-four on mine...
Jet Life...
I done this for our side...
Every time I smoke and ride...
Eastside on the rise...
Corporation never die...
Let's all get high...
Till our eyes turn to dollar signs...
Money forever on my mind...
Owners Manual...
Shit you don't get till you get it...
Get it?
Smoked out with my niggas...
You'll die to live how we livin'...
Puttin' money away for the children...
My unborn sittin' on millions...
Shit...
Done that for our side...
Just like every time...
Eastside on the rise...
Five-oh-four on mine...
Jet Life...
Sorry For The Wraith lyrics - Curren$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
(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
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