Bank Statement lyrics - Spitta Andretti

Yeah
In these times it's more gimmicks than lyrics
Yeah

In these times it's more gimmicks than lyrics
But I stay trill, knowing it might fall on deaf ears for real
Instagram shenanigans, gang precedent over skill
Anything to get you shine in these dark years
I've been reppin' Jet Life in the killin' fields
Some of us probably never make it out of here
Some of us don't really give a fuck, they, just givin' up
They not livin' they just alive, waitin' to die
Not I, no never, I want better than have-nots
Not for long 'cause we go-getters
And we gon' keep on gettin' until they catch us
Though we never slip I guess we gon' reign forever
We some motherfucker money makin' underground legends
Standin' on the furniture
Fuck these VIP sections, depositing the checks
Countin' up my blessings, plottin' on the next move
Sure as Raekwon, cheffin' 'em
And I'm praying for the best direction of my crew progression
For T.Y. to never switch up, that's all I tell him
For Corner Boy to know this shit could blow up in a second
It's lookin' like we sellin' dope though we slayin' records
With little to no radio presence
Could still flex on 'em with that mainstream leverage
Show 'em my bank statement, you know your life been threatened Nigga

Life

YeHi lyrics - Spitta Andretti

Like yay high
Tryna stack this paper like yay high
Yeah
Put these blocks together like

Put these blocks together like Lego's
You could get laid down if we say so
Weigh the value of your life up against a peso
Bundle up boy this world stay cold
Give a fuck you'll get crushed before the day closed
Crash course on how the game go
Living by the same code, guidelines
Wise guys abide by back in '84
Open up the market, started slamming them Mercedes doors
Shit I been through made me dope
This shit I been through made me cold
Shit I been through, you pussy, that shit woulda made you fold
Lost my first homie when I was 12 years old
Taught me to trust not a soul
Closest ones to ya will do ya, get up under ya
Try to take things from ya, steal your thunder
But I strike like lightning
Any battle that I fight it's always the right one
Swinging my sword for the ones coming up that's really writing
Not that garbage robot recitings, that's trifling

Send it off to the wayside, tryna stack that paper up yay high
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Tryna stack that paper up yay high

I'm tryna stack that paper up yay high
Fly private planes through the night sky
Niggas ain't on this type of grind
That's why they stones ain't as bright as mine
Parked in front my home, stoned in my Rolls composing rhymes
Never is there downtime, I'm all about a profit on an incline
Money all on my mind, make all the money mine
Every dollar every dime 'til I flatline
Expansion, mansion, fashion, lady devils having a moonlight dances
Roll the dice with your life, go on, chance it
Big wrist win championships

All day I'm
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Yeah
Yeah
Tryna stack that paper up yay high
Niggas ain't on this kinda grind
They vision ain't sharp as mine
Tryna stack that paper up yay high

Candles lyrics - Spitta Andretti

Dancing [?] in the light
I ask why
Dancing [?] in the light
I ask why
Dancing [?] in the light, yeah, yeah
I ask why
Candles lit in the castle the night before the battle, yeah, uh

Candles lit in the castle the night before the battle
Chasing bags, fightin' shadows that been grabbin' at us
Angles on the hood avoidin' potholes in the hood
The first one that rolled in a Wraith through my hood
Show the homies that they could if they want it
Watch that paper, watch for hurdles, don't look back for your opponent
Motherfuckers'll be creepin' on ya at the exact moment
Overtakin', you left your number one spot vacant

Dancing [?] in the light, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ask why

Smokin' by the pound with my young G
Say he puttin' away cheese 'til his pop's free
My suspicious neighbors always watchin' me
Wonder how I acquired my house keys
Of course they assume the drugs but I got the cult following
I'm just that loved, diamond and gold rosary beads around the necks of cold killers
If you cross one of them niggas may God be with you, yeah

Dancing [?] in the light, yeah, yeah
I ask why
Dancing [?] in the light
I ask why
Dancing [?] in the light
I ask why

mixtape: "Parking Lot Music" (2018)

Only Concern lyrics - Curren$y

Checking on this paper is my only concern
Checking on that fetti is my only concern
It's my only concern

Gold Daytons on the ice cream truck
Pull up in that mother fucker like Big Worm
Checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Checking on this paper is my only concern
Pulled up in my lowrider
Hit the switch lay my Chevy down like Big Worm
Nigga, checking on this (scratch?) is my only concern
I said checking on this paper is my only concern
It's my only concern it's my only concern
Bitch, checking this (scratch?) is my only concern
Nigga, checking on this paper is my only concern
Hoe, checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern

Five chains on my BBC tee look at me
I'm stuntin effortlessly pepper and season on beef
A veteran in the industry known for keeping it G
Chevy clean on [?] yea probably be
Spitta hittin switches rollin with an OZ
High grade only smoking under palm trees
Plotted on taking the block purchasing stock
Stacked and still splurged on a watch fuck it why not
You always in your house nigga we out looking for paper bitch what that about
Nigga smoother than silk slick as a perm (under the [?])
Get mine jump back in the line and take your turn yea

Gold Daytons on the ice cream truck
Pull up in that mother fucker like Big Worm
Checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Checking on this paper is my only concern
Pulled up in my lowrider
Hit the switch lay my Chevy down like Big Worm
Checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Checking on this paper is my only concern
It's my only concern it's my only concern
Nigga, checking on this money is my only concern
Bitch, checking on this paper is my only concern
Hoe, checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern yea

(Naw that's it that's it
Parking lot music
This that shit you wished they played in the club but they don't
You gotta play it in the parking lot
When the hoes walking out
When you doing your stunt laps
All in front the club 2MPH, windows cracked, seeing what you can see, being seen
Yea I know I know ight)

Slide lyrics - Curren$y (feat. E-40 & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Curren$y:]
Yeah
From Cali to New Orleans
And back

The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
I'm a low rider mostly, I cruise, I hop
But I got a couple muscle cars tucked at the spot
Talkin' about Camaros, El Caminos, Monte Carlos
Homie, I got a few of those
Pie track, tire scratch, you smell the smoke
Smell like love to me though
Down south flow, I get love on the left coast
Dippin' with my loved ones in a [?]
Smoked out, three wheels through the home depot
Then in flew right back to the [?]
In Canal Street with my people
They was out doin' donuts, like the shit was all legal
Burnt rubber, going crazy at the second line
Remind me of that one time, I was in the Bay with a homie of mine
Camaros and Trans Ams dancin' in the sunshine
Sideshow, they was like swung what you brung
If your engine ain't right don't come
The homie laid 5 grand on the trunk
Like which one of you boys wanna run
The cars then lined up, they raced he won
Got back to the stunts like what

The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot

[Dolla $ign:]
Tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Dropped two hunnid on a brand new drop
I just threw my six four back in the shop
Started all over, now my shit gon' hop yea
Dolla need the [?] with the t-tops
Dolla need VVS stones in his watch
Dolla need a real one, but not a little girl
Asked her what her favorite position, cow girl
Let her ride it, ride, ride, ride it
Baby from the Bay, she be outchere hot sided
Candy paint on it, got it lookin' like a rari
Imma drop that ass on that bitch when I park it
Imma pull a hunnid piece on the next harvest
Diamonds on my Taylor Gang chain, they gon' sparkle
Diamonds on my 40 day, they, they retarded
Shorty say Dolla $ign you my favorite artist

Drive lyrics - Curren$y

Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up

All about the paper nigga, Fax Machine
Diamonds in my Pinky Ring
Details, Just the smaller things, In the big Scheme
In the end we'll reign Supreme over Everything
Switching Lanes, Gold Dainty Danes
Make them Chevys swing, Can't Complain
I Been hopping Planes, Living Out My Dreams
Hella high, But I'm always focused When I'm on the Scene
Crispy Jeans, Boutique Ice Creams
Extra Clean, She wanna be next to Me
Homie just let it be, Drop the top, Pulled off On 3
Like the Perfect (SKRT!) Description of a Fucking G
I got it on me, I got it on me
Writing on me
Pulling Off with the top Down
Smoking Loud in front of ya House

Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up

Half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper

Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up

Don't drink & drive so my...

Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up

Don't drink & drive so my...

Right Here lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Casey Veggies)

[Curren$y:]
Player shit, though, you can't control
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here

We only came for the money, them hoes came with it
[?]
A nigga like me ain't tripping, I was focused on digits
You ain't heard from me in a minute but now I'm chillin'
Cause I was in the kitchen
Stacking [?] give a tour of that new heat I been recording
Going for it, collecting Porches
Betting on race horses at the bottom I started
Though I went the hardest
Climbed my way to the top
And copped Ferrari drop
The street low buzzing block
Talking bout what I got
I worked hard
[?] on these bitches is my reward
[?] too busy chasing checks to run behind a broad
Whatever [?]
Trying to fuck on stars and top dogs
Who never [?]
Rich niggas in a [?], they ain't fall

If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here

[Casey Veggies:]
I can't relate to these niggas that's pillow talking with women
That got no game to keep 'em but they just depend on spending
Money coming and going, my mind stuck on a million
My brodie told me you got it, stay focused and fuck the feeling
Fell in love with the game, somebody was so appealing
She love the way that I came from nothing to go and get it
Got me thinking bout my shawty, she was riding from the beginning
Way before the fake love and all the evil intentions
Bitches come with the fame, money come with the vision
I'm really stuck in the grind, yeah baby that's how I'm living, I'm zoning
I'm really in the lab plotting my moment
I know you don't believe me, I'll be back in the morning
I need my own space and my time or I can't grow
I can't front, my baby girl been on my mind since I've been gone
Sometimes I get to thinking I'm probably better off alone
I been working baby, I ain't had no time to make it home

If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
If bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here

If you knew better, you'd do better
You understand me
[?] 2018
Yeah
JetLife, PNC out here
Ya dig?

Drone Footage lyrics - Curren$y

They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
These coupes is movin'
Through busy traffic they maneuverin', like it ain't nothin' to em
As a youngin, I was inducted into a serious unit
The training was grueling
Mafia grooming, schooled on how to be the Don
So when I got on one day, I'd be used to it and know what I'm doin'
Cause the stakes is high and nowadays you get killed from lookin' stupid
From like all the other way, shooters in bushes with rifles like [?]
Infrared goggles and all kind of Call of Duty shit
They tryna take you off of here
And I'm online ordering an office chairs
Get high all the time off the California finest
No I don't own Balenciagas, but all of my weed designer
Every [?] night lemonade, cold vodka and sprite
I get what I like
Blowin' one hunnids all night and making it all back tonight
This is the life

They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
They gonna need drone footage to really get to it
They gonna need drone footage to really get to it

Had To Make A Way lyrics -

Had to make a way, had to make a play
Give a fuck with it, cause I had to drive that Wraith
Had to make a way, had to make a play
I don't give a fuck, cause I could lose it all today

And it's not a discussion of color
Different races, though we all brothers
If we in the same struggle, all on the same hassle
Tryna get all the pieces to the puzzle
In the right spot and see how beautiful it turned out
The big picture
Me countin' millions, dividin' them amongst my team and they providin' for their children
Jet Life an empire, though I'm still buildin'
You can always expand, develop on land
Where no other businesses stand
You can be a pioneer man, like the hood air conditioning
Open window with the box fan in it
My nigga authentic
More wet rozay nectin' imperial, smokin' them bowl
Then I prepare a bowl of cereal
The angel on the Rolls Royce got me feelin' spiritual
Same time, one phone call and send them hitters through
Bag of silencers in that black Beamer coupe
You ain't dreaming fool

Had to make a way, had to make a play
Give a fuck with it, cause I had to drive that Wraith
Had to make a way, had to make a play
I don't give a fuck, cause I could lose it all today
Had to make a way, had to make a play
Give a fuck with it, cause I had to drive that Wraith
Had to make a way, had to make a play
I don't give a fuck, cause I could lose it all today

Had to make a way, had to make a play
Give a fuck with it, cause I had to drive that Wraith
One thing about me they say I'm always in the Bape
Ballin', dribblin', switchin' lanes all day

mixtape: "The Spring Collection" (2018)

Greeting lyrics - Curren$y

First thing I want to say is free the homie C-Style
Then I want to say thank you to each and every one of y'all for coming out
Checking out this - this audio lookbook I wanna lay out for y'all this evening
Yea, The Spring Collection
Couple different styles
Couple things you know, little prelude of what's to come
Gon' get your rolling trays or whatever you need
Put your cell phones on Do Not Disturb
We gon' bend a few corners
Might stop and holla at a few of the homies or whatever

All For lyrics - Curren$y

What's it all for? What's it all for?
What's it all for? What's it all for?
What's it all for? What's it all for?
Tell me what's it - what's it all for?
What's it all for? Tell me what's it all for?
What's it all for? Yea

Crosses get thrown
Cliques get torn apart before they even really start getting on
Small change staying in the way of big money
Smoke some with your OG learn something
Wrist froze my soul ice cold, arm yellow gold
And cashed out a couple kilos
Cut my grass low built my fence high cause I that heard snakes fly
Shut your operation down from the inside
Get tapped in the wire before you realize trapping lied
Scramming for dollar signs
You gamble with your life only could lose one time
Shit, is it all worth the risk? Gotta decide before you step into this
Because the game don't wait
Sideways burning rubber cause a nigga paper straight
I got some money put away and got some more on the way
Shit

What's it all for? What's it all for, all for
Money and the power, what's it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what's it all for?

What's it all for? What's it all for, all for
Money and the power, what's it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what's it all for?

Tell you how dollars start a world war
Level 6 Benz coupe armored car
I really been mashing down the Autobon
Worldwide getting of the parmesan
Smoking in the pool with my diamonds on
Ice water what you call it though
She jumped in with nothing on
She know what she want

What's it all for? What's it all for, all for
Money and the power, what's it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what's it all for?

What's it all for? What's it all for, all for
Money and the power, what's it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what's it all for?

Knock lyrics - Curren$y

[Curren$y:]
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
Every time that we drop, all our shit hot
All our shit knock, all our shit knock

All stand in the driveway
From my blue six-tre
Low rider problems them bitches break every day
If you really bout it you gotta pay to play
Cost to be the boss, ain't that what they say?
Diamonds, Voss water, gloss, candy paint
Sweet tooth you get cavities from my Chevrolet
14 karat gold Rollie, skates on the Wraith
Motherfucker I don't play
Never did any day, more cake on the way
Nigga paper plates or fine China
It don't matter it don't make me, no never mind bruh
We gon' turn the whole industry into a diner

All our shit knock, all our shit knock
All our shit knock, all our shit knock

[Corner Boy P:]
It ain't no motherfucking question, you see it know it's P
All of our shit knock, all of our shit clean
Got the whole parking lot candy and on D's
Mine triple gold and only plays Underground Kings
Getting mainstream dough off these underground rhymes
Still busting O's down got a couple on me now
20 for the wipe down got me feeling like I'm Boosie
Gas tank on E but my pockets hella Blueski's
Brought not built, if I buy it I rebuild
Know it dropped this year and I copped this year
Got the 96 tucked, might pull out this year
Been broke, came up shit I outlived my fears
Like if its there cheap what's gon' take to get it here
That bitch know I'ma cheat so she can miss me with them tears
I'm tryna come through foreign then pull up and disappear
Like first class alright, but ain't nothing like them Lear's

[Curren$y:]
All our shit knock, all our shit knock
All our shit knock, all our shit knock

Not Really Down lyrics - Curren$y

We pull up in foreign cars smelling like a pound
Your bitch made decisions to be with us right now
Catching feelings over bitches homie you should calm down
Live with the fact my nigga you not really down
Nah, you not really down
Square ass niggas need never come around
Nah, my nigga you not really down

Take a bong snap dive in a shark tank
Do a couple laps run through these recreational stacks
[?] I call up me and my niggas we balling
Catching stunts like alley-oops dunking on em
Always one up on em
Slide into them Black Toe Jordan 1's this morning
Protect yo' neck 'fore I fucking stand on it
Mash like that gas pedal baby girl almost lost her Chanel sash
And the Ferrari flash, back at the pad like Batman
Making plans to choke up all these jokers
Louis Vuitton loafers, Mulsanne with the chauffeur
Only top premium smoker
Brought a pound just for openers
Just for me and all the dopest ones
You couldn't even be an opener at the shows that I be throwing bruh

We pull up in foreign cars smelling like a pound
Your bitch made decisions to be with us right now
Catching feelings over bitches homie you should calm down
Live with the fact my nigga you not really down
Nah, you not really down
Square ass niggas need never come around
Nah, my nigga you not really down

Restoration lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Roddy, Street Wiz)

[Curren$y:]
Two of the illest back in the kitchen
Filling prescriptions, fiends itching
We serve em through the chain linked fences
Beamers and Benzes on 24 inches
Reefer smoke thick as the tension from them bitch ass niggas
Fuck them bitch ass niggas, Route
They broke and they assed out
That's what they mad 'bout
While I'm in the stash house on the internet checking the latest project progress
They never understand my underground success
The amount of love I get, but I digress
It's obvious that I'm above all this cause I'm a Jet
Center Edge Territory the collective
Mos Def and Jay Elec, Andretti fresh
A pair of thousand dollar steps when I left I threw up my set

[Young Roddy:]
I guess everybody gangsters, everybody serving
Everybody slanging, everybody claiming Crip or Blood
Everybody banging, ain't nobody tryna take the fall
They all pointing fingers
Yea I'm tryna win, I'm all out of favors
We started with nothing so hustling our nature
We come from a place where a murder make you famous
We built us a business nobody gave us naythan
The underrated, Shawn Kemp and Gary Payton
Pitch a bag to the lawyer to fight the case
They got me back in the kitchen without the apron
Bucket low like fuck it though
Hell yea I'm fresh up out the gutter but she love it though
Money in the envelope

[Street Wiz:]
Arm full of riches we been evicted
Shit been official, that there my status you know the business
Convince the kid to get on a track and we go to spitting
Its Cleopatra, you know we at it, come get a listen
Best pay attention, this is a dynasty in the building
We hit the stage they up to the front they tryna get pictures
It's lemonade that's up in the air we keep it too litty
The bitches stare when we hit the place we come to get busy
No time to spare its 3, 2, 1, back to the mission
We blowing on something different, dispensary flavor hitting
We leave you in the past, the jealous be shifting different
The schedule full of digits, you guess it but it was written
Ba-bang

Game On Freeze lyrics - Curren$y

It's exactly 4:20 P.M. too
Niggas probably thought that's the beginning bars but they not

Mo' paper, mo' haters, that's a known fact
That's why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position 'cause stardom make you a target
They starvin' in my city
But I'm slidin' in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God's grace, no enemies made it through
Gettin' high behind them gates
'Bout to install a fountain in the livin' room
I'm higher than the moon

Niggas tryna put my game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it's nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
I'm high beneath these palm trees (these palm trees)
'Bout to take over Wall Street (Wall Street)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, game on freeze)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it's nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)

New studio built, fully equipped
I'm up in here 'round the clock wrappin' bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami's
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I'm always low ridin'
Bitches like to see Gs, hit switches
My life is excitin', my life is enticin'
Feds buildin' dossiers and files about me (files about me)
But I'm straight, you know my paper got me

Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life

Dollar Sign Eyes lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Joey Bada$$)

[Curren$y:]
Roll up every morning, before we get down to this 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes

American dream, foreign machines
13 Lamborghinis arrived on the scene
RIP to the club 'cause we killed it
She chose up and left ya, she left with us, she don't feel ya
I'm in the truck, rollin' up, I'm with my familia
We familiar with them millions, 'cause we been livin'
Ownership, and you only visit
You can't take it with ya
This was reserved for real niggas and bitches addicted to figures
Shit cold, it could kill ya, you need an intervention
The taste of money in yo' system, and you stuck with it
Like a tapeworm pushing you to earn digits
Save the deposit, this yacht came with a helicopter
Hop out the Wraith, yo bitch wan' take some pictures by it
Hate in your eyes as you watchin'

Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes

[Joey Bada$$:]
My nigga I'm just happy to be here, happy to see fear
Right in his eyes, and there's
Nothing to be scared about anymore
Nothing but me and my Lord
On this journey on my course, see the effects of what I've caused
Now I, just throw it in the bag, never matter what that shit cost
'Cause I can't afford to not floss
Fifty-thousand on the wardrobe, but that's a write off
On the income tax, otherwise a nice loss, ha ha
I got this shit mastered, I'm in a different bracket
She hit me after droppin' five bands on the jacket
Shit the old me would have had to jack it
But now the chips stackin', and I'm living lavish
It's steady mackin', if your bitch attractin'
'Cause I'm a chick magnet
She say she got a man, as if that shit mattered
If I was here then I just couldn't be madder
Excuse my manners, me and Spitta we just wave up the scanners

[Curren$y:]
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes

Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes

4 Phantons lyrics - Curren$y

Uh-oh
Somebody wanna donate a lighter to the cause?
G-Perico in the building and shit
Smoke one for my loved one

4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though

Still in it for the cash
Lotta niggas didn't last
They was clowns of the class
School of hard knocks I passed
My engine beneath the glass
20 grand for the luxury tax
'Cause I plan before I attack
Emotions had them niggas blowing they stacks
I'm in here smoking and pouring some Yak
90 inch TV I'm watching The Mack
I do my thing when it come to this rap
Underground king but do not call me that
Pimping upon the original
I hope that my legacy similar
Closing deals not singular
Show and we picking them digits up

4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though

I do my thing when it come to rap
I been buying more jewelery because of that
I don't have nothing to prove man
It's just a lil stunting what's wrong with that
I tell you the play like a Quarterback
Got the Scarface crib where the water at
Gucci slides across Versace door mats
Welcome to the hustle where nobody love you
Shine after you struggle, a long time my brother
Snakes just think of ways that they can take it from ya
That's what I discovered lazy motherfuckers
Just tryna leach game from real hustlers
Stop and teach them fools a lil something
But I gotta go I got another mil coming
Money chasing got my track shoes on
I'm running for it, yea

4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though

4 Phantoms in a row
You really seeing ghosts
Shit like a horror show
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
Creeping up the block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
I know you hear the horns blow
Wherever a king go
Call that a procession though
Professional

Billy Ocean lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah
Everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
Yeah
Yeah

Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean

You can act like you don't know
Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close
Take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow bumping Snoop Dogg
Blowing dolo
Its like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close
To the civilians
Underground casinos for the real ones
You would suffocate in the building
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they
I'd rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate
Not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear the interstate up where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rolling weed from the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Living out what I say
On these albums and tapes

Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean

Yeah
Act like you don't know
Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean

Nigga whatchu know
That original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, Imma show off
Sucka bring his ho, he got his ho tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
High'ed up as I float on
They gon' have to call the fuckin' coast guard
Shit

Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean

Yeah never will I get into no ho shit
Nope, I'm not for it
Spitta and Cardo
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Not for it

Fabric lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah
What, what'd Trippie Redd say?
Pulled up in a droptop, she dropped dead?
Something just like that man
When you got something to show for all that hustle
When you present that shine
For all that underground grind
For all that time you invested
And they couldn't see that
And now they see
Yeah you gotta come through
You gotta come down on 'em something like this
(Fendi P coming soon)
Its easy to do
Its so easy that its hard
T.Y. Son of a Gangsta coming soon
Everybody on the grind
Everybody on the pot
Yeah
Shout out to G Perico
Shit don't stop
Eastside on mine
Just like every time
The Spring Collection
Uh

Drizzle lyrics - Curren$y

Yellow gold day-date
No diamonds
Presidential band
Got the umbrella from the Wraith
I've been wearing jeans lately
Green and blue suede Wally's
Shout out to Sicamore
Shout out to Ghostface, Raekwon
Let me get out this rain now

Mashin lyrics - Curren$y

Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

I'm jamming to Max B, we low in these leather seats
Yo' hoe wanna be with me and she bold, she don't care who see
Andretti OG all I smoke in my Rolls
Represent the NO, light anywhere that I go
All my jewelry stay froze, wrist cold, ice yellow gold
Cash flow too thick to fold, stacks like erry show
In the mode this year, I grab the hustle by the throat
Sleeper hold, never letting go, you don't believe you'll get shown
In a six grain coupe, with the brains blown
Bottom bitch on the wheel, while I stuff up another cone
You don't believe you'll be shown
I like your bitch she will be flown in

Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

See what I'm in it for, when I open that Bentley door
Mink on the floor, the stinkiest O, 28 grams to smoke
Bitches was lagging on me, but now they want tag along
Cause they smell the money cologne success in the air
And the aroma strong, she know what she want
She know who a don in the game
She know who a pawn and a lame
She know who a boss she know who lost
She know who running things
Walking the walk and talking that talk
She know where the G's parked, she recognize all my cars

Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

EP: "The Motivational Speech" (2017) (with Lex Luger)

Get To It lyrics - Curren$y & Lex Luger

Yeah
Yeah
Trying to get a helipad on top of this bitch
Hustling a long time

Bentleys out side the villas
Rose petals on the sheets
Mints on the pillows
Baby smoked out
Dancing in the mirror
Trying to draw me nearer
But I got paper love
I can't make it any clearer love
I can't make it no realer
Than the ceiling that I get from depositing millions
I love thumbing through them Benjis
Getting head on the beach
In the drop top Rolls couldn't match the feeling so
Please excuse me if I keep it moving
I know them big licks just ain't gon' come to me
So I'm on the hunt
Some people think I'm tripping, think I'm on one
This is the mentality, brutality of New Orleans
Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
Yeah
Yeah
Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
Its enough loot and bitches in this world for all of us
Lil homie you gotta think larger, broader
Crabs in a bucket they kill you before you touch it
That fucking money, them haters don't want to see you get none
They want you on the porch right next to them
Can't entertain these bums get on your money
Bro you'll turn into a skeleton just waiting for that bread to come
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper

Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Get up and get to the

Lavendar lyrics - Curren$y & Lex Luger

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Andretti, Lex Luger
Da da, da da
Da da, da da
Jet Life
Yeah
We ain't gon' waste no time

The labels is lavendar
My lady's Ralph Lauren fashion
I'm been mashing back and forth to the lab
Trying to make it happen
Addicted to extravagance
A magnet to chips
Grabbing and dashing with all that shit
Not leaving fingerprints
Niggas is killing friends over brotherly arguments
We should all stay alive and just enjoy this shit
We work hard for it, my collection of cars is immense
Open the jar and release a heavenly scent

Cloud up and twist, plot a hit, messages sent
I bet them niggas never try to play us again
Uh, plotout a hit, messages sent
I bet them pussy niggas never try to play us again
Let 'em in

Know what I'm saying, how big dogs say
Keep them out, let the motherfuckers in

Uh
Let the nines in, smoke out the den
Park the Benz, hopped out slid
Your niggas froze, some of them hid
Gamed on their shit, we hella dipped
I knocked your bitch, I ain't even a pimp
She on the strip, bringing it back 'round ten
That's what she said, that's what she meant
Said she'd kick in, that's what she did
A trill bitch, very real in this atmosphere at the table
When I feast bosses eating, I'll pull you up a chair
Everybody easting, everybody sharing
Organized rhyme family got the profits rising
Where we go from, that depends on whether you scared
Cause scared don't make bread, and we trying to beat the point spread
[?] on the water but I ain't in a waterbed
That's a ship I had to charter there
I got an apartment up in here
A boss is always prepared
Yup

Yeah
Yeah
La da
La da
Jet Life
Jet Life
Jet Life
Nigga yeah

I Know lyrics - Curren$y & Lex Luger

Aw shit
Aw shit
Yeah
All that

I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling

I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling

I'm chilling, I brung 'em in here
They're my niggas, they're my familia
They're my bitches, they might kill ya
That's my main thang, that's her sister
We ain't married, but we live here
And for better or for worse we getting millions
Low riders at the airport, now guess who sent them
To pick mu homie up, he just getting here
From Cali to Dallas, Atlanta, now we back again
We live this life, you niggas just be repping it
Coupe roof milkyway, got the stratosphere
Rap-rapping out of my mind got me up in here

I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling

I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Da da
Da da
Da da
Eastside
Andretti
Luger

mixtape: "The Fo20 Massacre" (2017)

Chu Saiyan lyrics - Curren$y

Hit the block on 3 wheels, I'm ill
Jet Life in the house with the real deal
Fake gangsters get pissed they will squeal
That's why I'm only in the trench with the trill
Second guessin', half step get you killed
My nigga you got's to chill
Moves I make got that mafia feel
Switch styles because suckers love to steal
Dabbling in your flow like it's they own
People thinking that's your shit when they hear somebody else on
They just trya get on, ain't nothing wrong
The machine force 'em to conform
This is the norm in the industry
Lil' homie, you've been warned about Rolexes and cars you been drawn
[?] some of them same thangs I want
But I never trade my heart dawg, not a part for any for this
Material shit [?] clippin' off it
The universe keep giving me gifts
Got the gift of flip, scribblin' in the chips
Jet Life get rich, leave the spot with a bad bitch
On my line, got a hook like a fish
I'm the young OG, who produce fresh looks
When I jumped off the porch the whole fashion world shook

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)