Balloons Off The Roof lyrics - Curren$y

I'm with' you bro
I fuck with this record
I just want homie to brush up on his Biggie
He need to respect Biggie, that's all
But I fuck with this record right here

Ain't gonna waste no time
We'll just do it

Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
And I been catchin' the same stunts
Lately been pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari late nights
Swervin' that bitch like a racecar
It feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait for it
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bruh
That's a six-trey, there's a six-four
Another six-four, there's a six-five
I got a lot more
That's a ninety-six
I got three a'dem
And a sixty-eight on the way, bruh
Chrome all on the sway bar
What you say dog? Wait

Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
Lately been catchin' the same stunts
And I been pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari late nights
Swervin' that ho like a racecar
Yeah, it feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait for it
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bruh
That's a six-trey, there's a six-four
Another six-four, there's a six-five
I got a lot more
That's a ninety-six
I got three a'dem
And a sixty-eight on the way, bruh
Chrome all on the sway, bruh
Your bitch got a room at the A loft
She want me to come fuck her head off
I'm countin' up like a straight boss
I cain't afford to take a break for her
Baby girl, gimme a couple hours
I need to smoke
And then I need to take a shower
Then I need to smoke
For some more hours
'Cause you know I got a love affair with flowers
Concentrate they high power
I know you don't fuck with that
This shit is the truth
Might make you think of "Fly"
You might try to jump off the roof
Bitch, look at you

Yep

Like...
Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
Been catchin' the same stunts
Your bitch saw me pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari last night
Swervin' that bitch like a racecar
It feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh

I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to for
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bro

If she bad then she prob'ly kicked it

Let's do one more...

Bape McFlurry lyrics - Curren$y

Gold roadsters, Porsche Roadster, Rolex Daytona
Went to school with one rolled up
Folder my first rhymes got wrote in
And the clothing feel like I'm appropiate
Going to the US Open
My jewelry froze
And every piece that I got, got diamonds on 'em
Skrrt, skrrt
She heard
Heart beating through her t shirt
They think I'm bout to speak
But I'm pretendin' to not see her
Cause bitch you last week
You took a selfie in my Rolls
Ho, that was mad weak
Now when I ride you cain't roll
I got a bag today
Dumped on the rollin' tray
A quarter pound of grade-A
Countin' stuffers all on the way
Andale
Pick the bags up
Drop the bags off
That's all day
Living out my raps cous-o
I really push rhymes like weight
Been around like Bape
Suckers try to duplicate
What you know about collaborations dawg
I'm talkin' original or fake
Baby Milo t-shirt
Unkle Dunks, you don't want no funk
Storage my Louis Vutton trunk
I can pop tags the next 12 months
Get to my pool, I rolled a joint
I told Lil Wayne to pull up
He played sk8 against Stevie Williams
I think they bet like a million somethin'
Big cake, big knife
It's like, dog, we eatin' off big plates
Buyin' Ferraris and tourin' off these mixtapes
Eastside

Cheese Cake lyrics - Curren$y

My money running longer than the OJ chase
Yeah, I turned your feature down
'Cause I don't do songs with fakes
Smoking reefer, ridin' 'round in Marley's Z-28
That's my lil' dawg
He let me floss in this shit for a couple days
I got my own myself, but see it need fresh paint
Perfection take time so a nigga gotta wait
They say 'Spitta you a living legend'
'Ah man, thanks'
Smoke a fattie at my breakfast and I got back to the bank
Roll, rolled up in the Rolls Royce full of pre-rolls
And the Belaire Rose, bumpin' the G Code
Corduroy, house shoes and the beach robe
Bout to eat, save room for dessert and industry beats, though
I got more money than the next
But you will never know cause I be chillin' with it
But when the time right, we shine right
My city never seen so many clean lowriders in they whole life
Whatever you want we got it outside
We light up the night
Candy coated charriots floatin', sunroofs open
Classic rhyme quotin', gas is all we smoke here
Only team gon' be around when all the smoke clear
Bad boy we ain't goin' nowhere
I was inside watchin' Making the Band
Wyclef Jean
Tryn'a give the game [?]
Day dreaming about the day that I get on
And now I'm finally the don
Eastside

Ballin/Starvin lyrics - Curren$y

Eating but I'm starving like a starving
Hey hey hey
[?]
Eating but I'm hustling like a starving artist
East side
Jet Life
Fo'20 Massacre
Did it all in a day
Yeah

Armored cars 'cause the whole world is ours
Family bill paid collecting my cards with these bars
Feeling like Boston George
With my seven car garage

Spent half my life in an airport
Smoking, healing my emotional scars
XXL my only physical award
I dropped the EP of the year with my dog Harry Fraud
I did it in a day
That's how you make a play
The Fo'20 Massacre happened the same way
These beats get slain
But love is shown the whole way
I pulled up in a Wraith and I parked it
Slid in my Ferrari, started it
Working but its looking like we're partying
Eating but I'm hustling like a starving artist is
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
Show you how to ball without a record deal
Independently I hustle bought a Bentley deal
A major player still ride Chevy still
Rubber bands around a hundred hundred dollar bills
Rims look like kids doing cartwheels
And I'll give it all away 'cause my heart big

Yeah
Fo'20 Massacre
For you to smoke to
Till we drop that
Full length
Feature film, The Motion Picture Soundtrack
This oughta hold you
Yeah
[?]
Nigga you have been sleeping
You would have been sleeping
For the cake and ice cream
Rubbing your stomach on [?]

Dogs In The Reservoir lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wacko)

[Curren$y:]
I'm with you bro
[?]
Yeah
Yup
Yup
Yup
Life

Cruising in my 30's best shape of my life
Michelin S jersey, some light ice
Micro pendant, VV's in it this Jet Life
Can't complain about a thing cause my shit nice
Switch lanes like J and Jermaine
Gunning through red lights
New Orleans to the Alaskan turnpike
All night 'til we get it right
Recount it again down to the last cent
I got plans to be bigger than I already am
Jet Life radio 420 fm tuned in
Cause they know that Imma hit 'em with that cool shit
Post a pic of my new kicks on outfit grid
You could run up on us and you get out did
Might get laid down like them stick up kids
Gotta [?] listen to gangsta Gibbs
Straight player [?] on how I live
Peep how I slid
Like Karate Kid
Daniel son
Car stunts drop tops in the sun
Bout to split like a blunt but I don't smoke them
I got a cone full of funk from Dr. Greenthumb
Roll one up you sleep son
Can't puff with the G's son, you better leave son
Clouds of weed is all we breathing
Money to the ceiling all we seeing
A G all my life you wouldn't know the feeling
Yeah
East side on mine

The jeans
The jeans fit
With Spider Man with the Marvel comics
Nigga
Yeah
Money
I know how much this shit costs
I was like this bitch Wacko
The I seen you on Canal Street in a Bentley
You was like bitch I'm going to Houston tomorrow
Blew my brains out
It was like you told me you was going to fucking Bermuda
That bitch Wacko like I'm going to Houston tomorrow
I was like fuck this bitch Wacko going to fucking Houston tomorrow
Nigga
Pffff
The Spider Man Ecko jean jacket my nigga
Its like a 500 dollar jean fit

[Wacko:]
Rose gold [?] with the boogers in it
Dress shit two tone wraith with the fully in it
Six chains balling like Killah Stone woulda did it
Low ride the 6-2-tre like Tooki in it
Raw paper filled with a whole lot of cookie in it
Spitta built an empire like Luscious and Cookie did it
And y'all don't know the half of the shit that it took to get it
You gotta put your heart in this shit if you're trying to live it
Been rocking thousand dollar jeans before Ball Man
Red Market throwback jersey with the Jordans
Black Aston Martin young balling like Harden
On the tour bus blowing, writing rhymes on the walkman
Dodging all the [?] cause they get wilder than Tarzan
I been focused on that paper since BBD made Poison
Cause I'm trying to feed the homeless and break some bread with the orphans
The son of Abraham and its got me feeling important

La Ferrari lyrics - Curren$y

Still trying to teach Crossy the difference between
Wine and fine champagne
Its alright
His Rolex game is correct
Regal Al just pulled up
Uh

Elevator doors, her Le Pearle hit the floor
Vintage bad bitch that I seen a couple times before
In a Miami night club
We had a brief talk, we was vibing
I got distracted wyling with my dogs
When I looked back she was gone
Disappeared in the fog
Thought I'd never see her again
But here we are
Dressed elegant like she was presenting an award
Booty clapping through it all
Round of applause
I'm like mama do you smoke
She said but of course
So we sparked
I spit darts
Game in her brains
For us to see each other again was meant
To ignore the signs being sent wouldn't make sense
We could change the world over mama change how it spin
I'm your coach baby girl
I'm not trying to be your pimp
I got homies need a chick to drive this Benz 'cross town
With a box in the backseat and not look in
She ate that mission up like it was some M & Ms
Like candy from a baby
She swerved that Mercedes from point A to point Z
She text me when she made it
I said baby you the greatest
Now get back here safely
I'll have a joint rolled up waiting
The life we dating
But these is just jux to big paper
We crooks in the castle
Planning another caper
We not Bonnie and Clyde
No matter how high I get
I never let her drive
She might try to hit the switches on my '65
(Chuckles)

For every blow depends on breath control
So its the first thing you must learn
Fortunately its easy
You'll soon learn

Fo'20 Massacre
Yeah

Black Bottle Affair lyrics - Curren$y

The eyes can't hide it, yeah she excited
Live's a lifer in front of her and she down to try it
Passenger seat, she so pretty watchin' me drivin'
Mesmerizin' these bad ones, my past time
And high sidin' on these haters, tell 'em don't try it
Trophy received for my weed I wanna smoke Heisman
Andretti OG, your dispensary need them P's
So they callin' me, we got the business out in SD
Now who rap about it and who really got it? Let's see
This the dialogue of pilots homie, this that fly speak
Purple camouflage bases, my fly sneaks high price
Your money short, you can't reach
She want boss conversation only, so you can't speak it
Finna take away your caine, see
This something that you can't be
Round the world sprinklin' capital G-A-M-E
My uncle Slam gave me, now may he rest in peace
May he rest in peace

G's make the world go 'round
Money make your girl go
G's make the world go 'round
Free C-Style
We gon' let that money pile in the meanwhile
It'll go down with my rap touchdown

Shout out to the homie Rozay for wearin' that motherfucking Jet Life chain everywhere he go to
We definitely see it

Fast Car lyrics - Curren$y

Due to like 1, 000 requests
This was a necessary do for Fo' 20 Massacre
I checked my comments and nigga
I done seen 1 million muhfuckers ask for this one

Yo
Midnight, paddle shiftin' my Madina
Hoes thought I sold it 'cause I ain't been seen in it
But it's out, we turn the corner smokin' weed in it
Bape Jeans, 30 G's in them, it come with leadership
You switchin' cars 'cause you always leasin' shit
I'm switchin' cars, I got 30, all me, bitch
Money on the flo' magnetize your hoe
My team finna leave, she askin' if she can roll
Can she roll up the weed?
Can she roll over after we fuck?
Can she get ready to roll out and leave?
Type of bitch that I need
She can keep a secret, she can keep it G
She gon' hold a couple P's at her house for me
Fast cars, nigga took the traction off
Smashed hard I smoke out the boulevard
Niggas is broad and they feelin's mad soft
Them pussies need a box of tampons
We poppin' bottles every day we win the game seven
We ridin' foreign, duckin' charges like we 'cane sellin
Avoidin' 12 in my Porsche 911
Livin' in hell on earth but gettin' high as heaven

Chill

That oughta do it
Fo' 20 Massacre
Shout out to the homies
Smoke somethin' for 'em

Fast cars, nigga
Took the traction off
Smashed off
Smoked out the boulevard
Rag top, nigga
Took the rag off
Give 'em what they ask for
Rag off
Nigga, Smashed off
Bought a fast car
Nigga, took the traction off
Slid down Canal Boulevard

Wait...
(Got a garage full of NASCARs
I'm a give you what you ask for
Show you I work maaad hard
Jet Life)

I don't know
We might have to get some more bottles man
Let me see where Rita 'n Valerie at
We cool though

Reclaim lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah
Yeah
Fo'20 Massacre
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Truman got me booming like them system jeeps
Watching Sunset Park wearing my pistol Pete
You talk Jazz jersey
You gotta wear the right kicks with these
I keep a closet full of crispy cleans
Usually seen full of green
In case something pretty and mean
Bad bitches that'll kill you
She on my team
These small faces getting mildew
Let's spend this cheese I'm
Trying to buy back the block
Trying to subtract my top at the red light
In the Chevrolet gumdrop
Candy paint my six-tre just left the sweet shop
And this just in
I got my check from Reebok
That's big bread, heavy shit
It broke the mailbox
Bumping legendary Mac
I'm on that shell shock
Rooftop bar at the hotel
I exit in a helicop
They give you gunshots before they give you props
They just praying that your single flop
They not prosperous
Grown men gossiping
Acting like they should be wearing night gowns and shit
Nigga you a girl
Go somewhere and do your lashes
I'm travelling passport, atlass, and a fat assed bad bitch
Figuring kick it with me some cool shit might happen
Reading genius screen plays as we're smoking these trees
These Hollywood types
They just my colleagues
They'll never be my friends
Unless they're really Gs
Freeze

Yeah
JLR work 'em
Even when it look like we're partying
So excuse the fact that we've been driving around in Ferraris and things
And Rolls Royces been parked outside the buildings
Trust me we in that mother fucker shooting a video
Or its verses being laid down
If we're popping a bottle of champagne
We be celebrating that a check just cleared
And there's still work being done
So don't get it twisted
Mother fuckers just want to do
What they see you doing
They don't want to do
What you're really doing
You feel me
X the deal
They don't want to put the work in
They just want to spend the pay check
They don't want to do the shit
Be we do the shit all the time
Fo'20 Massacre, Jet Life roll out

With All Due Respect lyrics - Curren$y (feat. T.Y)

[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Yeah
With all due respect
Before one bar gets laid

Uh
I been aging this brew for a minute
I been training with my crew
They're all killers
Motion sensors at my crib
My collection worth millions
Jewelry, vehicles, sports memoribilia
You ain't making dough like us
You don't feel us
The she we talk about is way too unfamiliar
I got the elevator in the crib
PA system in the ceiling
The shit you only see in an office building
The money make the more sophisticated women act like children
She nervous to speak when she near him
But she feel him
Cause she know my mind on billions
Never played games, I just wrote them big plays
Locked in on paper like when missiles engage
Firing away in a Wraith
Catching stunts in the rain
Cuban links in my chain
Some things will never change

[Sample - Smif-n-Wessun:]
Bucktown
Home of the original gun clappers

[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Yeah
La da da da da da
With all due respect
Fo'20 Massacre
La da da da da da da

Cuban links in the chains
Some things will never change
A shot of Gran Marnier in my champagne
To give it a little twang
I'm stumbling to the plane
First class but I remember from where I came
In the coach seat sitting in the middle over the wing
I never complain
I was happy just to be in the game
Was happy that Master P gave me a chain
Foot in the door
They tried to close it on my [?] brain
But I'm sprinting after the paper
Ignoring the pain
Fast after the digits, every dollar to gain
Nothing to lose
But if we do then we gon' make it back gain times two
The fuck is you 'sposed to do
My nigga these are the rules
What the fuck is you 'sposed to do
When everybody in your crib is depending on you
Waiting for you to come through
Get to the line and shoot

[Sample - Smif-n-Wessun:]
Bucktown
Home of the original gun clappers

[Curren$y:]
Yeah
La da da da da
La da da da da
Yeah
La da da da da da da
Yeah
With all due respect

[T.Y.:]
Get your mother fucking mind right
And man I hustle so hard
That's the reason why I'm living so large
And if a nigga sneak diss then we get rid of that boy
Shottas on call
So I won't even get involved
Stick to this rap shit but they keep testing me God
Making this noise, making this money, making these moves
Laid my game down and I paid my dues
Now everybody wanting to know what the fuck I'm on
I never leave the crib without it so don't tempt me Homes
Putting people in my corner who gon' back me up
When times get rough
Lift the meter get the job done
I gotta be one of the hottest niggas under the sun
And no matter what goes on
Imma remain humble
I stay dry in a rainstorm without taking cover
I be riding 'round my hood 'til that stack bundles
Come back with some Chinx Drugs
How to get rich nigga
I live life
And never be like you bitch niggas
Nigga

[Sample - Smif-n-Wessun:]
Bucktown
Home of the original gun clappers

[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Woah
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
Yeah
La da da da da da
Yeah
With all due respect
JLR
Yeah

mixtape: "Jet Life All-Stars" (2017)

In Love With The Hustle lyrics - Curren$y (with TY & Scotty ATL)

[Curren$y:]
Sucka niggas can't wear they nice watches out
To these spots where we smoke pot park the low riders outside was receiving no love
No hookup, no plug boy whatchu' thought this was
Shorts in the water, landmines in the mud
The rhymes is the drugs so they can't lock me up
Medical prescription for the bud, I need it
It's like breathing I do it without thinking, it's like blinking
Closer to second nature the game is first person
Hop out & left my doors open on purpose
My interior perfect want you to see what I'm working with

Some of the coolest niggas ever done it
Dirty south flow though all the hoes love it
Thirty-thousand dollars on luggage
Blue-baby magic couldn't find where the coke is
Baby you ain't seen nun
When the center bag coming we'll be really stuntin'
I'm just in love with the hustle
She love me but I'm just in love with the hustle

[TY:]
Levis, there the hustle in my jeans no slim fit
Parallel park with a slim bitch, slim thick
Grew up like me independent, no pops, no air lil nigga no drop she a straight shooter
Rest of the game flex on her like Lex Luger
Dates to the shooting range let her bust the rugger
I don't @ & my niggas don't play
Some niggas throw dollars other niggas throw shade
It's that plastic steel fresh out the plastic
Trill ones love it & the lames can't grasp it
Used to keep my billfold tucked in my socks
Kilo, half o', five flavors for the block travel light
Them other niggas really ain't whitcha'
Every chance they get wanna pose for the picture
Time equals money so I don't like to move out my seat if I can't get whitcha'

[Curren$y:]
Some of the coolest niggas ever done it
Dirty south flow though all the hoes love it
Thirty-thousand dollars on luggage
Blue-baby magic couldn't find where the coke is
Baby you ain't seen nun
When the center bag coming we'll be really stuntin'
I'm just in love with the hustle
She love me but I'm just in love with the hustle

[Corner Boy P:]
I know they out there hoping that I fall off but fuck y'all
Money all through my call log I'm a young gawd
Probably get it checked out the game because I ball hard
Got yo chick playing with my stick like she on Star Wars
Looking for the bag every city that I'm in
Came in game face on show me where dem chips
Pour the money in the front so it's easy for me to dip
Got all my chains on every time I hit the strip
I can tell them clowns that you brought whitcha'
My game so tight try and steal it it's gone pinch you
Everyday I keep it G noting less nigga

[Curren$y:]
Some of the coolest niggas ever done it
Dirty south flow though all the hoes love it
Thirty-thousand dollars on luggage
Blue-baby magic couldn't find where the coke is
Baby you ain't seen nun
When the center bag coming we'll be really stuntin'
I'm just in love with the hustle
She love me but I'm just in love with the hustle

Rockabye Baby lyrics - Curren$y (with Fiend)

[Curren$y:]
This that, brick cellphone tracksuit shelltoes
Rolling up my sleeve show em' how time froze
Cocaine 80's, roofless Mercedes
It get ruthless & gruesome you refuse to pay me
We in it for the loot everyday thinking of different ways
To eliminate them other factions in the way
All about that increase pedal like a ten speed
Competitions are labeled deceased upon arrival

[Fiend:]
Love it of leave it, you can't act the door you don't need it
Them bundles like a blessing and I'm blessed to receive it
Block bleedin', eh I'm high [?] like the b-ball court I'm always jumping
Got green in that Fed-Ex box like 94'
Got zips, got halves, wholes, ordering nine more
JLR gettin' ends until the end
This for my Jeeps, Bentley trucks, Range Rovers, & the Benz

[Curren$y:]
Metal Gear Solid rifles, Don Logan dashboard bibles
Smelling like a pound when I walk by ya
They claim not to like us
Looking for my lighter trying to ignite the fire
Exotic driver, quality pot buyer
Provider of fine rhymes
Come into the cockpit mama & meet the pilot
Getting higher as my dough risin'
Got the helicopter candy like my lowrider

Gangstaz lyrics - Curren$y (with Tiny C Style)

[Curren$y:]
Four wheelers at the compound, watching the sun go down
High top, my money mount
Pitch like Craigh through that brick crack
Deebo in this shit like
Toss me a alley I'm a dunk that bitch
I fucked on her, tho I didn't really want that bitch
See her due to haters, so I had to take her
I can't allow mistakes to be making with my paper
Because the game major, shuffle like a disc changer
Bangers, smokers, drinkers at the plane hangar
I maintain my vices, yeah tho I flirt with danger
I'm all about my money, I'm not no skirt chaser
Them hoes is still be around later, waiting on the real player

Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go
Gangsters make the world go
Gangsters make the

[Tiny C Style:]
Paddle to the medal, moving like I'm sposed to
Getting rich off the streets and pro tools
Riding new but damn I love them oldschools
Streets fucked up, damn I miss them old rules
False flagging, niggas fronting like they g'd up
That's why they double salute, when they see us
Keep it gangster 'til I go
Silent like a marble floor
Want me in your city, then book me for a show
Living lavish and flashy like a gangster supposed
Draped in diamonds and gold, wearing the finest of clothes
Long Beach, City of God
Bossin' up like the mob
At the crab tables in Vegas, I'm with the gang going hard
Gangster life 'til its over, Bentleys, Benzes and Rovers
You now tuned into the coldest
Come baby fuck with the owner
19, 000 or nothing, you disagree then we coming
Gangsters bitch, we make the world go round, don't you forget it dummy

Above The Law lyrics - (feat. Smoke DZA)

[Curren$y:]
Just pulled away from the cocaine press
The Marina EP still being perfected
See my nigga it's a process
I can share my recipe with you minus a couple steps
Gotta keep some of that game to myself
Some of y'all niggas too lame and don't deserve the share in the wealth
I heard they coming for my neck, I bought another chain
My youngins at the range and they working on their aim
They telling me to chill shit ain't never that real
For the big dog that had to step on the field
I said I dig, yelling still if it was a walk
And it was time to ride, I know they'll be in the car
Ready to hop out and fire wherever enemies are
It get ridiculous when cash is involved
Contractor designed the crib so we can hide them stacks in the wall
Highed up above the law
Highed up I want some cars
Highed up I want it all
All the shit I ever saw

Just pulled away from the cocaine press
The Marina EP still being perfected
See my nigga it's a process
I can share my recipe with you, minus a couple of steps
I can share my recipe with you, minus a couple of steps
Gotta keep some of that game to myself
Some of that game to myself, some of that game to myself
My youngins at the range and they working on their aim
They working on their aim, work-working on their aim

[Smoke DZA:]
Set the stage, another bag, another plane
My hippy bitches burning sage
We gave 'em classic jams to blaze to
It's phase 2, twist another bagel
We tuned into the architects, hustlers, stay cool
Free bitch, you fuck around and blow the trial
Think she upper class, she selling pussy in denial
Use the same mouth to kiss a child
She ain't for you, she for the game and expensive dinners from Chow's
Hand flickas bottle service need another round
Heard they coming for my head, I bought another crown
Endlessly twisting something loud
On this 8th grade high and I ain't coming down
Sometimes a L is the only way to gain
The irony when winning is the object of the game
Apply pressure, give 'em pain
Iceberg big, Andretti, nigga planes

[Curren$y:]
Just pulled away from the cocaine press
The Marina EP still ain't been perfected
See my nigga it's a process
I can share my recipe with you man, it's a couple steps
I can share my recipe with you man, it's a couple steps
Gotta keep some of that game to myself
Some of that game to myself, some of that game to myself

mixtape: "The Jetlanta EP" (2017) (with CORNERBOI P & T.Y.)

In The Field lyrics - Curren$y (with CornerBoi P & T.Y.)

[Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
2017, we ain't gon' waste a minute
We done assembled the family
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Brought some of the family
Brought some of the toys to Atlanta
We got in the studio, we drop some hammers
Quick lil' six piece
Like a mission statement for the company
Let you know what we gon' do this year
Pretty much our own shit

Them niggas show they true colours when you come up
They don't want you in motion, they want you stuck
They see you goin', hope you fuck it up
Don't know how you can hang around them fools so much
That's the ones you don't trust, dope in the pot
Somebody turn the stove up
Spitta in the cut with twenty cones stuffed, you know what
Finna fuck somethin' up, show off
Live from New Orleans, there's no love
That mean when it come suckers, we got no love
Cuban links and hoodie mane, Range truck
When I go to sleep that's all I can think of

Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain
Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin' the same chain
Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life

[T.Y.:]
Look, hotbox the Range
All these diamonds on me, you can go in skates
Yeah a couple of bitches comin' my way
We'll run the world in a couple days
Came back with nothin' but the cake
Chevy ridin', yeah they make the ground shake
I be grindin' like every damn day
When it's time to hustle, know they don't pay
When it's said and done, I'm a be the one
Nigga talkin' hottest underneath the sun
All these niggas with all that sneak dissin'
Knowing they ain't gon' drop nigga
Jet life, we 'bout stuntin'
Came through in H1 Hummers
Lay laws now they all know
Had a kick if you tryna score
Straight to the block when I get of the road
No, I will never forget, by my wo's
Smell that killer weed all of my clothes
In the lab bout to drop off a load
Flood the streets with that Audio Dope
Yea we known to come at they throat
Land on mine I let that blow
Don't touch no bitch don't lust no hoe

[Curren$y:]
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain
Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin' the same chain
Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life

[Cornerboy P:]
Fresh paint, tens beating tryna blow that inch
Playing with it, bad bitch like what you doin' with her
Tell that bitch name a car we pullin' up in it
Just got a new Jet Life piece I never tuck my shit
Dirty on me, that thirty on me ridin' dirty in it
Woes with me, work in it still swerving in it
Dope boy, word is she fuckin' Corner Boy
Hustle hard, bought a watch then another car
Stayed down, on these clowns played my part nigga
Doin' numbers, learned that shit from the start
How you really feel, it's really real I'm really in the field
Defense, cornerback and P ain't never lackin'

[Curren$y:]
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain
Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin' the same chain
Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life
Motherfuckers nervous and shit
It's too lit

Paper Doe lyrics - Curren$y (with T.Y.)

[x4:]
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though

[Curren$y:]
Showed up to collect
Showed up out of respect
Showed up for the check
Put it down and I left with a whole lot
Nigga if you didn't know about it then you know now
Jet Life homie too high for you to hold down
Talk about the money 'cause I get a whole lot
My nigga name buzzin' so I give him more now
I was a youngin playing Jay-Z instrumentals so loud
In my room tryna pen my lyrics with my door locked
OG in the game [?]
Own strain of weed own clothing line
Give me mine

[x4:]
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though

[T.Y.:]
I kick a door down let me in this bitch my nigga
Only feel that I need is to get rich my nigga
Heard you went to jail now you startin' to snitch my nigga
I get that paper then I split it with my niggas
I flooded my pocket with big faces
Lemon head diamonds looking like you could taste it
Its just the dash in my ride add the flavor
Never put my self around a nigga that's be hating
Lacing, dope on the track every time
I came through they knew I was gon' put it down
Like my weed, I'm the bomb
Model bitches on my line
I'm ahead of my time
Man on the come up, T.Y

[x4:]
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though

Money Put Away lyrics - Curren$y (feat. CornerBoi P & T.Y.)

[Curren$y:]
Self made, Self paid
Shorty bought that Rolls Royce
Put it on blades
Shorty paid the cost she now in boss lane
Stayed down, got high and you never changed
SL with the top up when it's heavy rain
Have your name hold weight
Have you chain solid gold no fake
Destined to ball, it was written
This is fate
They can't interfere so I roll up let em hate

Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing

[T.Y.:]
Diamonds shining, fill my backwood with exotic
I'm the hottest topic
Pimp your bitch right out them dollars
I don't wear no Robins
Sweat pants is what I arrive in
Yeah I'm steady climbing
Swear I'm balling on these niggas
Without a fucking problem
You don't want to problem, so don't you try to stop em
JLR, Spitta told me get em I say I got em
Water whippin in the kitchen
That's how lil homie got em
Ranking so many bitches
I'm starting to think they plotting
I leave em with no watching
What you saying something?
Well make sure that I got it
Got to be a cold day in hell before I let em ride me
And all this ice around my neck
It's not that hard to find me, yeah

[Curren$y:]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing

[Corner Boy P:]
Uh
Make it to spend it
Blew a lot, I stash plenty
Grill was 20, I smile at bitches and boot up niggas
I'm east side with it, my side ain't sweet
Lil boy's blinking
Slide for my niggas, they ride for me
Like I ride for Spitta
Yeah, if you ain't no that, you don't know a nigga
And you probably the type that will owe a nigga
Cause if you did't know, then you will do better
Teach a mans how to fish and he will eat forever
Shit, keep our minds together we be rich forever
Bury me in all my jewelry let me shine forever
I got Ciroc and take a four on it
Let them niggas have the style since I got more coming
P

[Curren$y:]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing

What It Mean lyrics - Curren$y

What it mean to you?
It mean the world to me
You get out what you put in
And I give it everything
Diamond crowns on me now
Because I am a king
On my terrace being ready
In case they come for me

What it mean to you?
It mean the world to me
You get out what you put in
And I give it everything
Diamond crowns on me now
Because I am a king
On my terrace being ready
In case they come for me

I cain't lie
I be thinking about blowing cheese
Putting another Ferrari on Canal St
If it's flashy, foreign, in New Orleans
It's for me
I park it on the sidewalk
Let everybody see
Tell my lil ones
They can get cars colder than this
Put em on they learn it
So they recognize G
You could do more than I done
You got a chance to stunt harder than I stunt

What it mean to you?
It mean the world to me
You get out what you put in
And I give it everything
Diamond crowns on me now
Because I am a king
On my terrace being ready
In case they come for me

What it mean to you?
It mean the world to me
You get out what you put in
And I give it everything
Diamond crowns on me now
Because I am a king
On my terrace being ready
In case they come for me

I got some shit on my mind, baby
Roll up hella weed
They shot my partner down
Over some old beef
Rest in peace, homeboy
You was buried a G
Though you never died
Keep your name in the street
I don't text and drive
Girl, you better call me
You shoulda told me that shit
When you saw me
We a Navy
Better yet an Army
Better yet an Air Force
A mother fucking star fleet

What it mean to you?
It mean the world to me
You get out what you put in
And I give it everything
Diamond crowns on me now
Because I am a king
On my terrace being ready
In case they come for me

What it mean to you?
It mean the world to me
You get out what you put in
And I give it everything
Diamond crowns on me now
Because I am a king
On my terrace being ready
In case they come for me

What it mean to you?
It mean the world to me
You get out what you put in
And I give it everything
Diamond crowns on me now
Because I am a king
On my terrace being ready
In case they come for me

What it mean to you?

Diamond crowns on me now
Because I am a king
On my terrace being ready
In case they come for me

I Remember lyrics - Curren$y (with CornerBoi & T.Y.)

[Curren$y:]
My Cadillac got a chandelier
We keep it pumped full of gas in here
I just might take over rap this year
Kill all them niggas who dressin weird
Pack up that mess and get outta here
Smokers and focused on switchin' gears
Show you how that 911 steer
She wanted me to know how it feel
She expressin' herself while I grip the wheel
Girl, girl wait... Wait, wait you tryna get us killed
Get you back to the crib
You gon' the one be the main bitch
But I don't wanna do no more main bitches
Pull up I still do my thing with' ya
Momma hyper like a 'caine sniffer
I'm might have a Uber come and get her
Bring her back to your house nigga
Real G shit, Never play out nigga
One of the illest niggas that's in the South, nigga
Turkey bags are the best
All grown out west
Come around, be my guest
We can have a hustle contest

'Cause I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I wasn't always livin' like this homie
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
We wasn't always livin' like this'

[Cornerboy P:]
I was sellin' reggie on the street for $10
Runnin' from truancy, hop the fence
Now I got two Rollies, I'm a ice 'em both
Drove her friend and she bad, tryna hit 'em both
Them dumb hoes tellin' me I do the most
Used to call me dirty, I ain't had it though
Now I got diamonds and designer clothes
Trappin' out the back with the screen do'
Hoppin' out the jeep with no doors on it
Don't show up to my house with all them clothes on
I'm talkin' to the money, nigga, hold on
I ain't know none of that shit you own
I can pimp a ho from my cell phone
I just roll up bread like a calzone
Rifle hit ya ass from a mile long
I just gave my last bitch the dial tone

[Curren$y:]
'Cause I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I wasn't always livin' like this homie
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
We wasn't always livin' like this'

[T.Y.:]
Racin' Chevys on the interstate
Motor sound like an earthquake
Street money, yeah that's all I make
On that fly shit every day
I been waitin' up on my feature
Diamonds shinin' of the meter
Lil niggas out here tweakin'
I ain't slippin', yeah I keep it
Designer gas what I'm breathin'
I just left out of the Nolia
Shot to the A, me and my K
Bitch, I be rollin' with soldiers
Heavy metal strapped, top waist
A hunnid racks in the sofa
The flo', the wall, and in the ceiling
Round my neck I got trophies
Hunnid rounds if you try to take it

[Curren$y:]
'Cause I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I wasn't always livin' like this homie
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
We wasn't always livin' like this'

Wherever lyrics - Curren$y (with CornerBoi & T.Y.)

[Corner Boy P:]
I ain't no super hero
But ain't too much a nigga can't do

[x4:]
I'm a park it wherever I want
Smoke wherever I want
Buy whatever I want
Hit her whenever I want

[T.Y.:]
Yea hoe I do what I wan' do
Everyday in the lab like Pro Tools
Whip so wide can't even come through
Whip so wide tell 'em better make room
Every motherfucker know what I be on
To the bank back and forth like ping pong
Yea we fly high no Jim Jones
Smoking on killa, Cam'ron
Had to pay the price to get my engine right
Now I'm leaving niggas at the red light
Got your baby momma on that all night flight
On that all night flight to get my money right
30 pointers on my left and right
Corner Boy in that yellow light
I'm behind him in that black night
With a plaque in the window saying Cruise Life
Watch where you step lil nigga
We be them Jets lil nigga
Keep yo' ass in respect lil nigga
Park the whip wherever I wanna
All my money smell like marijuana
Bitch I'm tryna be a land owner
Build my own fucking planet on it
Buy a jet and then land on it
Put some beach and a sand on it

[Corner Boy P x4:]
I'm a park it wherever I want
Smoke wherever I want
Buy whatever I want
Hit her whenever I want

Answer the bitch text whenever I want
I could hit her whenever I want
Hustle from the first to the end of the month
Wear the Fendi and the Louis 'cause I want
Gold D's on the regal I'm the cooker
[?] ass niggas talking 'bout what they woulda
Chevy still in the shop it ain't ready
[?] it ain't ready
Plane land just know I'm getting paper
Bitch favorite question, would you throw it later
You know my last worry, a nigga that's hating
Rabid ass bitches, probably got rabies
I just bought a Rollie give a fuck about a AP
Used to live in the [?] house [?]
I parked three on the lawn and got [?]
That '96 I might paint that bitch next week
I got a ratchet ass bitch she from Zone 6
I might fly that bitch in when I leave
Blow hella trees, I had to adjust my sleeves
I need that bezel to breathe
Nigga it's P, won't hear no fuck shit bout me
My cars lined up on the street
Won't quote no price on a P
Won't fall in love with no freak
Won't pull up in no car with me

[Corner Boy P x4:]
I'm a park it wherever I want
Smoke wherever I want
Buy whatever I want
Hit her whenever I want

[Curren$y:]
Hop the fuck out
Middle of the street nigga fuck what you talking bout
Already know the driveway like a parking lot
How many cars I got
Got 10 at the crib I got 3 by my bitch I got 7 in storage now
I got a problem if I like it I buy it girl I'm not slowing down
Hol' on, fuck that where the dough at?
Anywhere I go I'm gon' smoke at
And the diamond [?] was throwback
And stepped in in it I was smelling like the whole pack
Slid by my lil chick and left five points
Watched Super Fly smoked five joints
Jet Life from the baseline, that's money every time
Sure as a wine always drinking wine
Sure as my yachtmaster Rollie shine
Sure as my mufucking girl fine
They know our 24 hour grind
Jet Life, forever high
Jet Life, we never die
If you ever say that he high as I
You know that nigga mufucking lie

[Corner Boy P x4:]
I'm a park it wherever I want
Smoke wherever I want
Buy whatever I want
Hit her whenever I want

mixtape: "Andretti 12/30" (2016)

Landed lyrics - Curren$y

Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
They say I'm not from this planet
Shit going just how I planned it
Put a lil away for the families
Stacking my bread like a sandwich
Saving my face from them cameras
Situations could get scandalous
When niggas feel like they embarassed

Your bitch fucking niggas for status
Girl, that's the one you should be mad with
That's a panamera not a camera
A cranberry not the fabrics
Front to valley flashing hazards
In the lobby bar smoking gasses
My watch worth twice what your advance is
Or try to play me on no rap shit

Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
They say I'm not from this planet
Everything going how I planned it
Put a lil away for the family
Stacking up bread like a sandwich
Saving my face from them cameras
Cause situations could get scandalous
When niggas feel like they embarassed

I used to live in Miami
Fall asleep stoned on the balcony
Me and my homie smoke rapper weed
I'm the one coined the phrase rapper weed
I'm the one 'fuck it, we ain't gon' get into that
You can smell the shit strong and it's still in the vacuum pack
Woke up this morning said told myself self 'it's time to get the bag'
Wouldn't have went to sleep that night used a half a million as a [?]
Wouldn't have said it, if I weren't with it
I don't care like them sucker niggas
In a matter of minutes gon' get it
In a couple more I'm showing up in it

Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
They say I'm not from this planet
Shit going just how I planned it
Put a lil away for the family
Stacking my bread like a sandwich
Saving my face from them cameras
Situations could get scandalous
When niggas feel like they embarassed
Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
You ain't never seen this, don't know what this is about
Might not ever be released, they just want me to try out
Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
You ain't never seen this, you don't know what this is about
Might not ever be released, they just want me to try out

Put a lil away for the family
Staying away from them cameras
This a panamera not a camera

Step Outside lyrics - Curren$y

I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
Smoke something in my ride

In the Bape coat, in a grey ghost
To the condo so we can change clothes
She has a six series beemer four door
Say she 'set, go' and I was one of those
Suppose, I should be glad she chose
Over these girls, man you never know
Hide up, still on my toes
Also don't come with that fuck shit
Shooters and [?] go 'round with this hoe, gotta let know who run shit
Get 'em up off that dumb shit
I'm on some stacking my funds shit
I'm tryna see all my dawgs rich
I'm tryna see all my dawgs rich
I'm a follow me to where the cars is
I'm finna show you who the boss is

I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside

Nigga spark one in my Chevy, if you really ready
This Andretti game selling, my chain heavy
Self made, me and my rollers just took a selfie
Broke niggas on mute, it ain't shit they can tell me
[?] my wins is just consecutive
Too high too see my competitors
Too high too keep up with my schedule
But I stay on my commas and decimals, at all time
Don't sleep, girl I'm never that high
Roll another one underneath the street lights
Light that bitch off for the whole eastside
She can't hide it, I see it in her eyes
She tryna come see what a G like

I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
Smoke something in my ride

Left My Keys lyrics - Curren$y

Took my jacket off as I slid to the car
Exiting the sports arena like a star
Use the talent elevator to the rooftop office
That's how you know you made it
Rubbing elbows with the life changers
Shaking hands with the strangers
Hanging 'round motherfuckers more dangerous than strangers
Shit trill
I pray for my cousins who be banging
Hope that rap shit clicks
But that paper won't stop my loved ones from hanging
Rest in peace to the Jacka
Keep them Chevy's swanging
Burn the rubber at the traffic light for entertainment
Killed the beat, showed up torched to the arraignment
Higher than a spaceship
Your honor in amazement
Couldn't even say shit
Let a nigga skate back to the interstate quick
All in the cake mix but never get the game twisted
Never coming up on lame shit

Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Rolls Royce came through like Theraflu, nasty as fuck
Bentleys pulled up too
Shot callers on entourage members in the coupe
Trying to catch us slipping, but your bitch gave us the scoop
[?] to the loot we be on the move
Anything about it, you probably not even that cool
All I do is roll killa at the house on shrooms
Made a million dollars staying fresh and being true
Underground niggas, couple cribs, couple pools
Might piss in the mainstream, take ya'll money too
What the fuck dumb niggas gonna do?

Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Stash House lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

[Curren$y:]
Dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another mil
Dollar, dollar bill, yeah

When I got out the car I was talking on the phone
Calm in the storm
The Rolls Royce race in a Rolls Royce Dawn
Too slick, you prolly slip before you can step up on
Intercepted before you could creep, you see you been crept on
Life is pressed on
Adding to my Rolex collection
Sky-dweller rose gold prolly do my next one
I know what you wanna hear
That shit that make you hustle all year
I came to the studio with a boat
So I can load these keys up, when they're ready to go
Them other crews slangin' stepped on dope
You want that pure shit, homie then you know where it's go
The game done changed y'all, but not your dawg
I'm still in the cut, rolled up in the kush fog

Like dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another, hide another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Kane, nigga
Yeah, rest in peace my nigga Timber
Used to hit the beauty bar on Tuesday foreign Brenda
Freddie Forgiato, chop that [?] to get my chips up
When I jumped up off the porch, ain't had no clue just where I end up
Audio stay dope like ice cubes and bottled water
Ain't no gas up in this bitch but I'm cooking like Snoop and Wacka
Fuck the stripper club if they ain't got titties out like the Carter
Young Nino if she nasty like Janet, I change the [?]
Like dollar, dollar bill
Poured the whole Joe Montana when I broke the seal
Niggas thought that I was dead in the gutter they wrote the will
Beat the case and I put new candy paint on my Coupe de Ville
Beat the case and put my baby on acres like ain't shit changed
Yeah I rap but bitch my meat and potatoes come off that slangin'
Took the job out of the box meant to shake it [?]
Get you three for two I sell triple-doubles
Anthony Davis or Russel I meant
More than a couple assists once I alley-oop the ball
Player was running this bitch
Gangster Gibbs flipping a chick like I was Chris in 1996
She getting dick off a player from the New York Knicks
And I'm like [?]
Dollar dollar bill

Presidents lyrics - Curren$y

I wasn't rich from the beginning see I had to get it
No tint up on my windows hoe you see me in here
Straight winner turn these rappers out here into dinner
Get some grub with ya Soul Food my niggas
I drove through and I killed 'em
Had the rear mounted engine on the Ferrari with the dishes
These cars I always mention
'Cause you really see me in 'em
See first I smoke and envision it
And then I hustle and get the shit

Some of my people gotta hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors coming to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for them presidents

Some of my people gotta hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors coming to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for them presidents

Juvie gave me the game a long time ago
So every now and then I slide past his spot to smoke
I got patnas sold a lot of dope and this I know
Some of 'em chilled out some of 'em still out there though
What I'm gon' knock 'em for, know it's all about the dough
It's a survival thing in time I hope I could provide a lane
In time I hope I could provide some change
Show 'em a way to rise up and get paid
A slice of the layer cake, one is all it take
Show 'em a way to rise up and get paid
A slice of the layer cake, one is all it take

Some of my people gotta hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors coming to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for them presidents

Some of my people gotta hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors coming to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for them presidents

You making shit more complicated than it should be
You feel your chance is coming soon and it could be
You making shit more complicated than it should be
You feel your chance is coming soon and it could be
Yup

There Go The Man lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Corner Boy P)

It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who

Swang like swords on the boulevard
Love from the broads get 'em high fuck 'em hard
Smokin' in my yard looking at my cars
Try to pick 'em out I like to switch 'em up before the night falls
Stunting just a little bit if you gotta call it something
I'm just tryna show you how to come up out of nothing
Get a progress from the struggle
Out West smoking killa onions
Me and [?] bong snap shatter wax pimpin' all that
Penning raps counting paper stacks
Jet Life on the map
Bong snap shatter wax nigga all that
Penning raps counting stacks Jet Life on the map

Uh
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist
Uh
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga

All I'm tryna do is get my cash on
All I'm tryna do is run them numbers up
Get something smart and sexy I could smash on
We got four bad bitches in the truck with us
I smoke 'em to the face I never pass 'em
But I'll toss you the bag and let you roll one up
Friday night we pull out them Italians
That's Ferrari's Lamborghini's coming out the cut, yea

It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch

It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
Homie you know me well

Been Real lyrics - Curren$y

Landed with my duffle in hand
Working out a plan
Hustle not a scam
Struggle of a man
Tryna get to it
Southern supplier of real music
Trill shit evoke...

Landed with my duffle in hand
Working out a plan
A hustle not a scam
This the struggle of a man tryna get to it
Southern supplier of real music
Trill shit evoke feeling when you listen to it
Only trueness if ever I spoke
It was a million dollar quote if ever I wrote
Papered up, but I'm still feeling broke
Ran 100 miles still got plenty more to go
Terrace overlooking the seashore
Left side of my walk-in closet look like the BBC store
Lifestyle goals, this is something you should reach for
High as the stars because we on my nigga
Drug dealer cars we gettin' country club homes we living
Looking like a PGA champion
Crib made out, I'm stoned in the governor's mansion
Tryna put a little dope in the game
Put some pure in your veins
Help you maintain and stay sane
Sharpen yo knives and carve your own lane
Never let that money make you change
A Gangster gets his money and remains

I ain't always had that paper but I been real
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
You don't know how that shit feel
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
That ain't how you niggas live
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
You don't know how this shit
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
That ain't how you niggas live

Outside the chicken spot in that Starship Rolls
With the kamikaze doors
Discussin the hard from the last score
As the world revolves slow
We livin fast, runnin through that cash
Cause any minute can be our last
So we live it up, pop a bottle lift your glass
This is us, the team that never switched up
To the script, memorized that bitch
Y'all was tryna be too slick
You end up lying in shit
See this a dog eat dog world
You get fleas you get bit
Tryna live free in the streets, might get hit
This is for those who wanna thrive, not just exist
To survive and surpass all the shit
Ferraris and a bad bitch, pillow-top mattress
Daydreamin about paper advancement
Gettin up, gettin to it, really puttin the plan in action
The result is the boss smokin gas, mashin
On the interstate blazin' reminiscin laughin
Smilin at all memories, even the bad ones
Cause at least we had em
Some of us made it, some of us immortalized in murals
Lookin to the pavement
Candles in the spot homie was slayed in
I shed a tear with my top down it was rainin

Unh...

I ain't always had that paper but I been real
You don't know how that shit feel
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
That ain't how you niggas live
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
You don't know how this shit feel
That ain't how you niggas live

Above The Law lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke DZA)

[Curren$y:]
Just pulled away from the cocaine press
The Marina EP still being perfected
See my nigga it's a process
I can share my recipe with you minus a couple steps
Gotta keep some of that game to myself
Some of y'all niggas too lame and don't deserve the share in the wealth
I heard they coming for my neck, I bought another chain
My youngins at the range and they working on their aim
They telling me to chill shit ain't never that real
For the big dog that had to step on the field
I said I dig, yelling still if it was a walk
And it was time to ride, I know they'll be in the car
Ready to hop out and fire wherever enemies are
It get ridiculous when cash is involved
Contractor designed the crib so we can hide them stacks in the wall
Highed up above the law
Highed up I want some cars
Highed up I want it all
All the shit I ever saw

Just pulled away from the cocaine press
The Marina EP still being perfected
See my nigga it's a process
I can share my recipe with you, minus a couple of steps
I can share my recipe with you, minus a couple of steps
Gotta keep some of that game to myself
Some of that game to myself, some of that game to myself
My youngins at the range and they working on their aim
They working on their aim, work-working on their aim

[Smoke DZA:]
Set the stage, another bag, another plane
My hippy bitches burning sage
We gave 'em classic jams to blaze to
It's phase 2, twist another bagel
We tuned into the architects, hustlers, stay cool
Free bitch, you fuck around and blow the trial
Think she upper class, she selling pussy in denial
Use the same mouth to kiss a child
She ain't for you, she for the game and expensive dinners from Chow's
Hand flickas bottle service need another round
Heard they coming for my head, I bought another crown
Endlessly twisting something loud
On this 8th grade high and I ain't coming down
Sometimes a L is the only way to gain
The irony when winning is the object of the game
Apply pressure, give 'em pain
Iceberg big, Andretti, nigga planes

[Curren$y:]
Just pulled away from the cocaine press
The Marina EP still ain't been perfected
See my nigga it's a process
I can share my recipe with you man, it's a couple steps
I can share my recipe with you man, it's a couple steps
Gotta keep some of that game to myself
Some of that game to myself, some of that game to myself

Pound lyrics - Curren$y (feat. 2 Chainz)

[2 Chainz:]
Yeah, told Spitta roll up and he pulled up on
Everybody know that that's my N.O. homie
Started way back, I give a shot out to Tunechi
All them other rapper's niggas certified coochie
Used to wear Gucci and I still do
All that shit so old to me it's mildew
Old money still got the lil face
I was trapping when L.A. Reid was LaFace
Alright, André my favorite rapper
Raw paper, my favourite wrapper
All of these baby rappers starting to look like lady rappers
Dead beat rappers, never change they baby pamper
I used to serve your favourite rapper, now I smoke it for example

I bought pounds just to smoke it
Pounds, just to smoke
I bought a pound just to smoke it
A pound, just to smoke
Walk in church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
Already know what it's smelling like it
Walked in the church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
You already know

[Curren$y:]
I got stars in my ceiling, mama how you feeling?
Chinchilla dragging on the floor with my gold pendants
Done it for my city just to show 'em I can get it
Hella cold with it, yeah dawg you know your nigga
Been down with Tity since me and Tune were visit
Hit him for the killer quickly he came through with it
Had to dually truck it was shitty
I had the Bently
We shot a video with a few bitches
The casino scene was flipping, straight rolling
Hot box the box chevy, shit look like a explosion
Two of the coldest niggas smoking
Rolling, millionaires and we homies
That's dangerous you know it

[2 Chainz:]
I bought pounds just to smoke it
Pounds, just to smoke
I bought a pound just to smoke it
A pound, just to smoke
Walk in church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
Already know what it's smelling like it
Walked in the church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
You already know

mixtape: "Andretti 11/30" (2016)

Take You Higher lyrics - Take You Higher

[Sample - R. Kelly:]
Let me take you higher
And let you know how you should feel
Let me take you higher
And let you know how you should feel

[Curren$y:]
A cloud of smoke in the coupe
Vocal dope in the booth
Every grip bing true (true)
That's why I get the loot
That's how I can get you
Admit that I know what did it
You seen me swerving in it
Balled out with a high percentage
Range like Reggie Miller but I handle like Iverson
I should probably drop my own tenni's
Score points and get fly with 'em
Joints rolled with the fire in 'em
Said she trying to take it to the moon
We ain't even got to leave the room
Don't tell me you fuck with the shrooms
My little brother pulling up soon
Said he had a batch that was cool
Just let me know what you're trying to do
I'm a go roll up another one
The Doors playing Waiting For the Sun
With the doors on the Wraith opened up
Now I see what they're hating on
You should get your paper, what you waiting on

[Sample - R. Kelly:]
Let me take you higher
And show you how you should feel
Let me take you higher
And show you how you should feel
Let me take you higher
And show you how you should feel
Let me take you higher
And show you how you should feel
Let me take you
Let me take you higher
And show you how you should feel

Real Family lyrics - Curren$y

I come from a real family
Shit might get crazy if you try to play me
I come from a real family, yeah
Over paper things can get complicated
I come from a real family, yeah yeah
I come from a real family
I come from a real family

Yeah, I come from a real family
Been stacking and we still at it
Smoked a half a zip in the benz wagon
Trying not to lose balance
Thankful I made it back to the palace
Roll up another one and pop a lil bottle the sun
Celebrate every night the money come
And see we party every night we always hustlin'
And see you was sleeping when we turned the oven on
So when we cut the cake don't you be expecting nothin'

I come from a real family
Shit might get crazy if you try to play me
I come from a real family, yeah
For paper things can get complicated
I come from a real family
I come from a real family
Yeah, I come from a real family

Work for it dawg ain't nothing handed
If you moved on it by night you probably would have had it
Diamond rings bugs bunny carrots VVS rolexes mafia status
But you not grinding for it lazy ass you should be embarrassed
Bought the Lamb and the Ferrari
Tryna see which one the fastest
If my brother is around me know its probably a few ratchets
I come from a real family
No reality show cameras just real action
Teenagers is really packing and they clapping
And knock you backwards
Cars is changing fire weaving through inner state traffic
I remember click clacking masses
I was tryna get a ride to my classes
Guns was being brandished scores was being settled
Niggas was scrambling running carrying they homies calling ambulances
They probably get up and take their sweet time to come handle that
Now its retaliation time you planning that
Catch them boys who done that shit
Leave them where they standing at
But that won't bring your mans back
You might feel better for a second but stay focused it ain't over dawg
Karma will try to catch up cycle goes on, street soldiers die
They sons are born into a war and now its time to ride

I come from a real family
Shit might get crazy if you try to play me
I come from a real family
For paper things can get complicated
I come from a real family
I come from a real family
I come from a real family

Money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
When its showtime how many your...

Motto lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Corner Boy P)

[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day I'm a make sure that we straight
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Money and the power and a nice place to stay
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way

Cruisin' in my low rider I be vibin' to [?]
Groovy ass oldies is all I play
Playa ass tunes is all I make
Coolest nigga in the room who been getting the cake
See me in my box chevy we could [?]
No raggedy sounds ain't no rattling plates
Got it out the mud trapping off them mixtapes
You started happenin' overnight that was a mistake

Hustle all day I'm a make sure that we straight
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Money and the power and a nice place to stay
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way

[Corner Boy P:]
I got some brand new 6 by 9's in my car door
100 spokes Dayton cross laced triple gold
Candy dripping off it like a runny nose
Had two 10's and a beam I just got a 4
I be grinding for that money gotta heavy load
Same hustle same trap just got a better stove
All gas no breaks I'm running through them O's
I relapse in this bitch I'm finna pour a 4
Dapping for designer what my niggas on
My lil cousin doing 20 he just want a phone
For that money and that power be all in your home
I thank the Lord everyday I get to swing a pole

[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day I'm a make sure that we straight
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Money and the power and a nice place to stay
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way

What the fuck you thought
I been a boss since the start
Never falling off, sports cars racing movie stars
Grind hard, word to my dog Lito
Ferrari 430 in my South Beach clothes
Walking in the spot, standing on the couch
Valet parking lot 10 million dollars worth of drops
10 strong, we in playoff form
Going to the Finals, leaving suckas behind us
High off the finest vines when you find us
Never in your life will you find a crew like us
Watch me turn this batch into a Bentley
And I don't even need another Bentley, you feel me?

Hustle all day I'm a make sure that we straight
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Money and the power and a nice place to stay
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way

New Orleans State Of Mind lyrics - Curren$y

My New Olreans state of mind
My New Olreans state of mind
My New Olreans state of mind
My New Olreans state of mind

Uh
My New Olreans state of mind
Got me lookin' over my shoulder every time I walk to the ride
We know homicide lurks outside
What's fucked up is sometimes it's an inside job
My New Olreans state of mind be advised
My New Olreans state of mind got me feeling like Nas
When he wrote Hate Me Now
I rise above negativities lighting my sticky trees
Then proceed to live out my dreams
That new Maybach is not make believe
They thought about G's when they constructed these, fit for a King
I drizzled diamonds on that Queen
Topic of discussion even if I'm not on the scene
And that's a good and bad thing in New Orleans
Small city, big dreams
Big misunderstanding over small things

My New Olreans state of mind
My New Olreans state of mind
Got me always getting high to ease my mind, shit
My New Olreans state of mind
Got me drinking thinking bout homies who died
My New Olreans state of mind
Trying not to cry
My New Olreans state of mind

Stayin Ready lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Tiny C-Style)

[Curren$y:]
Riding in my homeboy Buick Rivieira
Blowing that killa in the good weather
Feeling like Goodfellas
This real life no movie director no movie projector
Just jealous ass niggas with Beretta pistols
Don't let them get you
Gotta stay one step quicker my nigga don't let them near you
Watch your neck if they next to you
They living off you but they still wishing debt to you
Cold world but its still spinning
Can't do nothing bout it but try to live in
And to try to raise kids in it
Make millions keep it hidden
Cause motherfuckers might try to kill you
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
Tried to catch me slipping but we hit you already
Rolled on your set in my Chevy
From inside your house you heard and you smelled me

We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
Try to catch us slipping but we hit you already
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready

[Tiny C-Style:]
Stay ready like Lil Caesar
Put red dots on you like a slice of pizza
Sly like a visa miss me with that talk, don't believe you
Come to the land and get taxed like a parking meter
Whole gang strapped like football helmets
You see them NFL tax better run for it
You niggas Gump like forest kick shit like Chuck Norris
Maybach with the rasp but you ridin' in the Ford Taurus
No safety on the 40 I'm ready at all times
Shit get hectic when you g and pushing real lines
Long beach state of mind make me do it to him
One shot from the draco guaranteed you ruined
Fly to Miami with some bad ones and chill for a week
Look for a plug to help me flood these streets
I rap now but if you stay ready you ain't got to worry bout
How you gon eat, major key

[Curren$y:]
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
Try to catch us slipping but we hit you already
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready

We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
Try to catch us slipping but we hit you already
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready

The Man lyrics - Curren$y

It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who

Swang like swords on the boulevard
Love from the broads get 'em high fuck 'em hard
Smokin' in my yard looking at my cars
Try to pick 'em out I like to switch 'em up before the night falls
Stunting just a little bit if you gotta call it something
I'm just tryna show you how to come up out of nothing
Get a progress from the struggle
Out West smoking killa onions
Me and [?] bong snap shatter wax pimpin' all that
Penning raps counting paper stacks
Jet Life on the map
Bong snap shatter wax nigga all that
Penning raps counting stacks Jet Life on the map

Uh
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist
Uh
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga

All I'm tryna do is get my cash on
All I'm tryna do is run them numbers up
Get something smart and sexy I could smash on
We got four bad bitches in the truck with us
I smoke 'em to the face I never pass 'em
But I'll toss you the bag and let you roll one up
Friday night we pull out them Italians
That's Ferrari's Lamborghini's coming out the cut, yea

It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch

It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
Homie you know me well

FedEx lyrics - Curren$y

Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Money power respect
Tryna make that bread stretch

Valet park the Spider at the stadium
Really got the cars them boys say they in
Level 6 armored the Mercedes Benz
Feeling like Ox in this bitch smoking big lobster claws
Butter sauce but of course
Brought myself up, became a boss on no days off
Sycamore Style, my Wallabee Clarks
Marble cake catching plays from my loft
I made a million just to make this phone call
Homie please, adapt to your surroundings
You surrounded my some G's
They know you pussy they been observing the way you breathe
They might tighten you up a little bit before you leave
The rats get cracked when the python squeeze
It's animal kingdom in these streets
You gotta be a man and a beast
Gotta keep one eye open when you sleep
Might have to kill something to eat

Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Money power respect
Tryna make that bread stretch
Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Been killing 'em like a drive by
Is y'all dead yet?
Pulled up like Fed Ex, yea
Pulled up like Fed Ex

Camouflage Rolls Royce don
Umbrellas in the lead shower things get torn apart
Every bar I write another war I start
As my wishlist becomes a list of things I've bought
No regrets for the necks I stepped on none of that was wrong
Because all of this is all I want
How could you blame me when the hustle made me
Money crazy stacking daily
Only way to be, so says me
Audio dope, check it for the [?]
And then you pay me risk taking got that money raining
Baby, you played yourself thinking you could ever play me
Waiting for my downfall it's gon' be a long night
I'm too high to land homie this gon' be a long flight
Money run, we get it done before the sun lights
Plan executed to the letter
More money then you seen in your life ever, ever

Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Money power respect
Tryna make that bread stretch
Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Been killing 'em like a drive by
Is y'all dead yet?
Pulled up like Fed Ex, yea
Pulled up like Fed Ex

Stack It lyrics - Curren$y

Uh
Arriving on my set they see my new shit
Life of a Jet something exclusive, uh
Way colder than what your dude in
Once I met the hustle I was married to it
Baby girl that's all I'm doing drugs and the music
We be moving units to 'em straight like a ruler
Line after line write that fine tingling down her spine
Controlling her medulla, she mine
I deliver goods right to my consumer on time every time
Customer service shipping birds online
Eastside on the rise all the time on mine
Money on my mind making all your money mine

Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Baby girl ask me why I do it
Hustle is a drug I'm addicted to it
Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Baby girl ask me why I do it
Hustle is a drug I'm addicted to it

Uh
Money on some ballin' Uncle Scrooge shit
Make duck bucks do the trucks pulling up
Handing out nooses, hang yourself stupid
Tryna do it like the ones when you niggas really sons
Pay homage to where you got it I'm the fly father
Fore founder smoking pounds of straight chronic
West conference bomb shit
I got it from my 'round 'nem
Backyards smoking large while we charge them lowriders
Later on we clowning
I'm really out here and you not about it
Where was you you was not around here
Said you was but you really lyin'
I'm riding, you hibernating your bitch is in hiding
Sucka

Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Baby girl ask me why I do it
I'm addicted to it
Yea
Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Ask me why I do it
So addicted to it

Hustlers lyrics - Curren$y

Uh
Got the 96 Impala squatting on them Forgiatos
Right outside my niggas watchin' out
The block hotter than a coffee pot
Can't even get the pizza man to pull up 'round here
But this my partnas spot
He got paper but he say he don't wan' move out
So I visit him every time I'm in town
We smoked an ounce and a half down
Then I scratched off in my ride
Headed to that downtown high rise
I'm underground so I don't get that mainstream shine
And my people complaining about it all the time
I send 'em pictures of that Rolls Royce and my Ferrari let 'em know that I'm doing fine

We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride
We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride

You waitin' on a Lyft I'm sliding in the Six
AMG with the crash board shit I done drove every car
What's next on the list?
A warehouse to put more in I keep recording and touring
Merchandise money pouring all in the pot
We gon' eat so good this morning
Look at all this gold I got
Diamond Rollie wrist frozen
Put my sleeve over this bitch its still showing
Stunting on 'em without even tryin'
I just took a sip of my water and I'm blinding 'em
Shouldn't have been watching so close
Evil eyeing 'em, excuse me I'm highed up
Painting pictures with my mind again
Writing movie scripts with my rhyming pen

On time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride
We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride
None of them niggas gon' ride
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
Them niggas ain't get like us

We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride
We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride

Slid lyrics - Curren$y

It's nothing new
Though it might be to you

Check how I sit
Check how I sit
Check how I slid
That's what I did
That's what I did
Caught them stunts on a bitch
Caught them stunts on a bitch
Caught them stunts on a bitch
Left 'em sick
They said I'm sick
Oh shit

Pulled up tough
Old school spaceship coupes luxury trucks, yup
And they knew it was up
Floozers choosing to rush, stumbling over ducks
Smart bitches waited on the real then we appeared
It took a couple years baby ask 'em where I been
All her life I told her I been tryna wrestle down the mills
She on them pills got her rolling like wheels
We swung a L then I shot back to my crib
Life is a movie who's the star and who's shooting?
Live action for dead presidents if it don't make sense
It make dollars and I'm all about it
Rolex watches for all my partnas we all poppin'
Rolex watches for all my partnas we all poppin'
And I ain't buy them fools shit baby we all clockin'

Yea
Check how I slid

Anutha1 lyrics - Curren$y (feat. T.Y. & Mr. Marcelo)

[Curren$y:]
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Went home, parked that car came back with another one
And then I got another one, nigga I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Came back with another one, came back in another one
Went home parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, nigga I got another one

Started the day in a Wraith
Ended the the night in your wife
Forgiato made the skates
I created this Jet Life
Conservative stunts with the ice
Still giving off light through the night
Couple killers ducked out of sight
But they inches away from your life
Stay cool, no sudden moves I'm criminal smooth
I done paid dues I done paid niggas who done paid you
I been the one you looked up to
I been the one that was coming through
Making music bout the shit too
Bet a nigga never met the fool
Bitch you'll probably never do it
Settle for a second best while I'm dipping in the coupe
Money up Testarosa with my windows down
Cutting through Malibu
Totally fucking radical with a bad bitch rolling fatter doobs
OG or Gorilla Glue, roll one fucking roll two

Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I got another one, came back in another one
Went home, parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I bought another one, then I bought another one
Then I bought another one, came back in another one
Went home parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, nigga I got another one

[T.Y.:]
We making major plays, I hustle everyday
I'm nothing like these niggas, all they wan' do is hate
Back on that fly shit, like this was 2008
That sky blue G-Shock, with them ice creams on my feet
We in the game for millions, y'all in the game for bitches
The coupe can swallow the ceiling
Now we putting up signs that it's missing
Went to the gun show bought another one
So now my trigger finger itching
I swear I won't fold on my homies
On everything long as I'm living
You know we drive them Chevy's
I'm living my life like it's Belly
We smoking them big ol' buds
Gotta break it down with a machete
These fools ain't getting no money
And they don't got shit up in the bank
I spit that straight drop, take a dose tell me what you think
Make them drugs in the studio
Can't put myself 'round them stupid hoes
When we burn we burn two or more
And we don't move we let the shooters go
Introduced you to the high life
You only get one shot to do it right
Niggas mad 'cause they pockets tight
Past 11: 30 run into a light
Gone

[Curren$y:]
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Went home, parked that car came back with another one
And then I got another one, nigga I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Came back with another one, came back in another one
Went home parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, nigga I got another one

[Mr. Marcelo:]
Started off in the 'jects, then I landed in the jet
I be balling in New York like I play for the Mets
Niggas tryna run game, but I chew it like bubble gum
At 16 I got my first Benz at 19 I got another one
21 I got another one, 25 I got another one
Nigga I'm from the streets, the definition of a hustler
I don't move without mines, in this jungle full of lions
'Fore I jumped off the porch, I was peeking through the blinds
Yea my bitch is light brown, but the dope is dark gray
I get money in my sleep, which means I get it all day
First I got an AK, then I got myself another one
Then I got myself some money, so I guess I fell in love with guns
Niggas talk that OG shit, they don't talk it like me
Pockets heavy as a motherfucker, so they ain't walking like me
This is is audio d, yea we got a few keys
OG by the pound, yea we got a few P's
Jet Life we the streets, real talk that's facts
One phone call dog I have them shooters moving like a pack
Had the front and the back, Magnolia to the East
I started off with 100, and turned it to 100 G's

[Curren$y:]
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Went home, parked that car came back with another one
And then I got another one, nigga I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Came back with another one, came back in another one
Went home parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, nigga I got another one

mixtape: "Andretti 10/30" (2016)