Willie Lloyd lyrics - Curren$y

Can't tell me a motha fuckin' thing, bruh
Yeah, straight from hood like
Yeah, had my nets on this devil, yeah
Yeah, show them niggas
Told them niggas, I'ma show them niggas, what up
Yeah, told them niggas and I show them niggas, where at
Yeah, told them niggas and I show them niggas, where at
Ugh, yeah

Straight out the sewer like house effects
Which one of you fuck niggas want it next
In my dreams I see faces of death
I'ma pray for you hoes, get your Rosary, cross your chest
Your soprano can't fade me like Thanos
I just chipped a whole damn piano up out the west
Hit Chicago up, might fuck around ball out like baller
And go put 500 thangs on the jet
I just picked up 500 thangs on the strip
Nigga rap with a 100 hundred pack in the Lyft
OG niggas they told me that they see me movin'
That they had the hookers in '96
Black Tony told 'em Chichi get the ye
Line of scrimmage, Peyton Manning, switch the play
Pour the up holy water all up in the Jesus piece
Wash a real nigga's sins away
Yeah, took it from the devil's mouth
I hammer nets on the roof of the devil's house
Chop a dime bag or chop with the metal out
Percocet, weed and codeine brought the devil out
Brought coke in momma house, let the devil in
Dropped us a zip, took on off, ain't gone never win
I'm so sick of these fuckin' rap groupies
I need to find some good pussy to settle in
Hit my plug with the strap, pussy boy
Wanna jack up the pack and a nigga can't settle for it
I just hit her to death
All he do is smoke wet on the steps
And a nigga might hit 'em for it
Six figures, most niggas never saw it
Almighty dollar, nigga can't ignore it
Light, gas bill, nigga can't afford it
Put him on that wet and even wet 'em for it
Yeah
Fed ball rollin', guess me chuckin' up the vodka, locos
Bitch, I run the deck like Willie Lloyd
A nigga got the fans and the feds takin' photos
Know we say we'll load 'em, when you see the logo
Made a half a milli off of Motorola
Percy Miller with the bakin' soda
Silk the Shocker a rock, I guess he murdered moguls
I'm a giant, niggas standin' on my shoulders
Gave them niggas game, now they throwin' shade

I know Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades
Got respect drippin' from a nigga name
Finna load this heat seekers and the guage
Drugs loaded in me when I hit the stage
And the Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades
Got respect drippin' from a nigga name
Nigga what

I know Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades
Got respect drippin' from a nigga name
Nigga what, yeah
Yeah, big dough up on you, wrap it nigga
Bout to zip a pack and then it's automatic
Nigga what

Tapatio lyrics - Curren$y

[Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh

It's like divin' out the plane
Once that music hit our veins
Tins of Rose Champagne
Mascara telling her tale
Revealin' her pain
She smilin' at the same time
She so high
We could live forever tonight
They'll never catch us, we'll never die
If you ain't scared to fly, it's rainin' outside
Ralph Lauren, duck boots, will suffice, slidin' high
Anita Baker serenaded my drive
Counted my first million dollars and I couldn't blink my eyes
Nowadays I'm used to it, I be smokin' while I do it
Crops is poppin' 'cause I grew it
On the flight, I'm actin' stewardess
Writin' the truest 'cause I actually do this shit
Who it is

You take some bleach, never take it all
And what you get
They won't even want to get you
Police warrant, but guys get paid to shelf here
Everybody wants to get it, too
But if we do get a lot, no matter what, show you what you got to lose

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Know what I'm sayin'
Can't drink, I'm just gone dribble on this muh fucka right quick
Ya dig?

Ay yo, Bentley leather ready red
I do it like a Jill
She don't think the sex come with head?
I dodge a bitch like Neo
Pussy you ain't thuggin', you Huxstable nigga, you a Theo
Pyrex vision, pot got me pipin' hot, nigga, Tapatio
Me and Diego move like Frankie White and Cesar Leo
It's more than just choosin' your fingers up, and you deep with us
You ain't eat with us, you ain't sleep with us
Must of shot.223 with us
Pack ran outta Ack, nigga
You ain't never fiend for that lean with us
It was stomach aches, heartbreaks
Warrants off the missed court dates
Eviction notice, 'bout to call the county
Said the rent about a million months late
White shit, now that's the type shit
That put a nigga in a murder mindstate
Roll a blunt and lace it with the girl
Got a nigga zooted in another world
Got the Toni Tone on the desktop
Like a Mac Pro
Mom and pop ain't really have the job to get me Lego blocks
So, I stacked dough
I always tell my nigga Mac council
Seen a one hundred thousand on the trap flo
Got the strippers in here bustin' packs down, blow her back down
She a trap hoe
Got the shooters at the front and back do
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

Bundy & Sincere lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah, yeah, Eastside
Uh

[Curren$y:]
Bullshit run a marathon
Rap shit got my parkin' Bentleys on a lawn
Continental Ts, got that red label, all ours
Don't confuse me with these other rap frauds
I'm a crocodile in the swamp
Them niggas a little frogs
Back to back, G bodies, Chevies with my dogs
Freddie safe full of fetti, plottin' another heist
Already, I'm ready, already outside
3 in the morn, like Bundy told Sincere
My nigga come on, I'm 'bout to start blowin' the muh fucka horn
I'm tryna get everything I want painted and rimmed up
Before the fall really hit
This jet life shit, ESGN, sippin' juice and gin
Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Money and yo bitch, both on my line
Told shorty that I can't make it, told money I'll be on the way, quick
Sands in the hour glass, so goes the days of our lives
Make sure you touch something luxurious before you die
Light one for Mac Miller, blue slide
Park, in the sky, still in here

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Yeah
Rest in peace, Mac

Wet dope on ground and paper, I lay it down
Let it dry, you can leave the money and stick around
Feel like I'm stuck in the system, runaway slave child
My lifestyle straight out the gang files
Can't drank, insane, bunny rabbit five game
Rest in peace Big Lord, he took a thigh shot in the main vein
Bitch, I rap for fun and sell that coco leaf to maintain
Niggas gettin' a check up off that Meth, I made a lane change
Walk the white, walk the wheat
Cookin' up that Jesse Pink
Niggas'll open up they mouth to talk, but they don't often eat
Me and my comrades is well fed
Sincerely yours, unfadeable Fred
Kane

What else can I say (I say)
You kept it real, today

"Fire In The Clouds" (2018)

A Sign Of Things To Come lyrics - Curren$y

They got pistols in the sofa cushion
Mama watched how you you sit with the niggas
And my brotha apartment used to be trippin'
But I cherished every minute spent in it
Remember it like yesterday,them images is very vivid
Made me a colder nigga, as a youngster, roll with the older
And made sure that I did my shit just how they did it
Pulled up, hitting switches at any event or in the trenches
Its all the same, I'm heavily respected in the game
They all know my name, why rappers do free beats
Trying to get back they chain, I'm rolling heavy Chevys
Mashing through the light rain, probably won't even put up the top
We on the move, they only get to touch us if we stop bruh
Hit the block, kids tell one another that that's my car
I was just like you shorty, but you gotta grind hard
You ready for war, take it far, all heart
From the front porch to the stars, ain't far, just stretch your arms out
Stacking the stash, you'll never fall off
Never get a label, your masters record it all for us?
Make them ideas real, make them appear
Get em off the visual, get em right here
In the [?] dealership like, lets make a deal
I bought two already, give me the playa price on this one
Gas this Andretti, don't kiss and tell, lets make a meal
I take the wheel, baby with me, she trained to kill
And you know she will, with no hesitation
Put you haters on chill, still beautiful murderin them photo stills
Rolls with the [?]
Made us breakfast in the morns

East Side
Just like airtime
All recruiting [?]
While them other niggas lying...

Foreign Summers lyrics - Curren$y (feat. T.Y)

[Curren$y:]
Bulletproof the windows, give me the fog lights
Riding with this lady tiger, all night
Rollie on my left, because my money always right
Created a legend with my life, and I'm still going
Coming down still holding
Steering wheel wood and my rims golden
Foreign scrapers to operate you need a translator
Interior laid you would think I hired a decorator
Spectators waiting to watch, anticipate each shot
From the top of the key, might stop and pop for 3
That's me balling division 1 stunt at summer league
Park them big ass Hummers on the court, torch weed
I get money where the Porsche's be
Rapple it, stash and repeat, cause I'm an athlete
Training to maintain ready to compete
These keys being released into the street
Fiends can't sleep they listen til' they O.D
It's the sweetest thing but at the same time it stings
Cash and diamonds got these peasants pretending to be kings
It ain't hard to tell, them diamonds real but they rating very low on the scale
That's not clarity, that's just embarrassing
What type of jeweler carry those things?

[T.Y.:]
Uh, look
We don't move unless the money right and that's law
Everything in motion we ain't slowing down for none of y'all
Everything I'm smoking come from the High Times Awards
Burning en route, that way I know I'm high when I'm on board
100 thousand on the floor, you gotta walk right
You gotta make sure your pimping strong at all times
Lean with the Sprite, marinite my ice
If I got you in my circle then I expect you to ride
Court in the morning and I probably don't arrive
You know one thing niggas never on time
Reputation on the line, well known in these streets that I ride
Well off Jet, Free C-Style
I could smoke a whole jernt in a mile
You could smell it through the plastic right now
Yea I'm strapped if you asking right now
So be careful what you asking for
I two-piece your homeboy then I smack your hoe
I brought like 50 grand with me to the corner store
I be up in the same spot if you wan' come for more
My foot on they neck, making it real uncomfortable
Don't be coming around talking 'bout something you dont know
Speak when you spoken to

Specialist lyrics - Curren$y

Yo turn it up a little bit
Eastside
Uh

At the point that I've grown to
Niggas ain't worried 'bout fucking these hoes
Only concern is dough nigga, how to get more
And I just threw a set of all golds on the four
I just pulled a fresh batch of that out the stove nigga
Just installed the new safe in the floor
I gets involved with the results in the score
Tight specialist, gold medalist, all pro

Write medicine, steppin' jones, three elephant prints
In a '64 with a sixth sense
All I see is dead presidents making the world spin
Simp ass nigga got back with that girl again
Emotional roller coaster ain't go the frame bent
Can't focus on goals, can't clutch the win
Don't care which side you with, nigga this L gon' fit
You fell for that bitch, choose wise staying alive
Reppin' my side and staying outside

The point that I've grown to
Niggas ain't worried 'bout fucking these hoes
Only concern is dough nigga, how to get more
And I just threw a set of all golds on the four
I just pulled a fresh batch of that out the stove nigga

Moving slow in my rag though
With my chrome bumper dragging the flow, lane fashionable
Bitch what's your area code, I got places to go
And big faces to blow
She roll big faces with rose draws, inhale blow
Couple grand up her nose, its the life that she chose
Help her forget what she did
Help her stay up all night to cop that whip
Independent bad bitch with a habit, they come a dime a dozen
Little youngin' you can have them
I'm in the Mercedes wagon out in Aspen
Fish-tailing in the snow
Making the back spin
Had to front with that paper I get
Show them niggas how to stay real, stay rich
Stay way way away with that fake shit
Show them niggas how to stay real, stay rich
Stay way way away with that fake shit

At the point that I've grown to
Niggas ain't worried 'bout fucking these hoes
Only concern is dough nigga, how to get more
And I just threw a set of all golds on the four
I just pulled a fresh batch of that out the stove nigga
Just installed the new safe in the floor
I gets involved with the results in the score
Tight specialist, gold medalist, all pro
Motherfucker you know

[?] Chevy on switches
Smokes weed in it
And I wouldn't talk about it if nigga didn't live it
If you need to see it you can come visit
If you don't believe me then ask one of your bitches
[?]

300 Thousand lyrics - Curren$y

Don't listen to this and wreck yo' shit though
I got a feeling this gon' have Rolls Royce drivers going crazy
Drive safe though, drive safe though
Eastside I love ya, lets do it

300 thousand it came with two umbrellas
300 thousand it came with two umbrellas
300 thousand it came with two umbrellas
300 thousand it came with two umbrellas
Three pieces underneath helicopter propellers

Cops tend not pull us over unless they extra jealous
Most the time pay me no mind know I'm a cool fella
Know I stand for something push youngins to do better
Don't ever ask for nothing get out and put in the effort
The school of hard knocks taught ya boy some valuable lessons
Put some money up and thank God for all your blessings
Know when you think it's only you somewhere somebody else is
Dealing with more pressure, they started out with lesser than you have
And y'all both is on the race for the cash
You best got on a faster path, take me for example
Got up off my ass went from coach boarding pass to first class
Dream cars in storage, more classics and foreigns at the pad
My cars look like the doors broke, cause I'm not broke
That's not no joke
My cars look like the doors broke, because I'm not broke
That's not no joke

300 thousand dollars it came with two umbrellas
300 thousand dollars it came with two umbrellas
300 thousand dollars it came with two umbrellas
300 thousand dollars it came with two umbrellas
Three pieces underneath helicopter propellers

Every feature in this car, there ain't shit you could sell me
300 thousand dollars it came with two umbrellas
Cops tend not to pull me over unless they extra jealous
They know I'm a cool fella
Stand for something push them youngins to do better
300 thousand and it came with two umbrellas
300 thousand dollars it came with two umbrellas
300 thousand dollars it came with two umbrellas
300 thousand dollars it came with two umbrellas
Became millionaires despite what the teachers would tell us
300 thousand dollars it came with two umbrellas
Before I crack the door, I'm sure that you could smell me
Andretti OG tree is mighty healthy
300 thousand dollars it came with two umbrellas
300 thousand dollars it came with two umbrellas

Spaceship lyrics - Curren$y (feat. T.Y.)

[Curren$y:]
I can have her if I got her in my ride
Sat her in the spaceship
Played them oldies
Got her digging on me, mind blown
Trying to catch my eyes
But I’m focused on the road to the money
Where I'm going it won’t be waiting long for me
Cause them niggas racing trying to get there before me
Visions of Tony, floating facedown in his fountain
There was blood and cocaine just pouring out him
Got me cautiously plottin', failure not an option
When the stakes is this high, you rolling craps with diamonds, dice
Shit dead serious, intense like two white cops in yo' rearview mirror
They might cut they lights on just to cut your lights out
And you just chillin'
These thoughts in the back of the mind of every black man livin'
At the same time gotta watch my step this a active minefield
This ain't no motherfucking movie set
But I make it look easy, catching stunts just breezing
Believe me I gotta joint lit if I'm not sleeping
Every option on that moonroof, alloys and Bose speakers
Leather seats, playing for keeps, all my peoples, stadium seats to the park bleachers

Yea, rolling, threw some gold ones on my spaceship
Rolling, threw some chrome ones on my spaceship
Throw my Rollie out the window of the spaceship
Smoke a OZ while I'm floating in the spaceship
Yea, rolling, threw some gold ones on my spaceship
Rolling, threw some gold ones on my spaceship
Throw my Rollie out the window in the spaceship, yea yea

[T.Y.:]
Paper on top of paper that money coming in
Roll up another Wood while sitting in my Benz
They tell me to chill but Imma keep on going in
You ain't keeping it real then get the fuck from round here
Park my shit right the avenue, spark a Back or two
Thank my homie for that alley-oop I smashed her on the roof
G Nikes with the Bally suit I had to match the tool
Just because I seen you with the homie, don't be acting new
I was born with the vibe you just caught it out the blue
I be working with my high, doing math like I'm in school
One box touch down, another coming soon
Call my nigga Boston George he'll fly with 'em too
Man this shit'll be so crazy cause my life really a movie
Bunch of scenes from the 80's, getting money like Lucas
Rollie out the window so you see me shine
Jet Life stay on gang til' the day I die

[Curren$y:]
Yea, rolling, threw some gold ones on my spaceship
Rolling, threw some chrome ones on my spaceship
Throw my Rollie out the window of the spaceship
Smoke a OZ while I'm floating in the spaceship
Yea, rolling, threw some gold ones on my spaceship
Rolling, threw some gold ones on my spaceship
Throw my Rollie out the window of the spaceship, yea yea

This And That lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ain't got no diamonds on that one but I got diamonds on this one
I don't be fucking on that one 'cause I get money from this one
Yeah yeah yeah

Ain't got no diamonds on that one but I got diamonds on this one
I don't be fucking on that one 'cause I get money from this one
Ain't got no rims on that one but I got rims on this one
I got a house for the fam, a condo for the killers
I be sleeping in that one, I be smoking in this one

Ain't got no diamonds on that one but I got diamonds on this one
Hold my watch out the window, I don't need turn signals
Stuck my hands in the blender, got precious cuts on my fingers
Put solitaires in the middle just to picture the ice dripping
I pull up on bitches, they making fast decisions
Risk it all to get it, with a ballin' nigga
My Impala on Daytons, it be crawling or skating
She been waiting for a chance to break me off, she gon' take it

Ain't got no diamonds on that one but I got diamonds on this one
I don't be fucking on that one 'cause I get money from this one
Ain't got no rims on that one but I got rims on this one
I got a house for the fam, a condo for the killers
I be sleeping in that one, I be smoking in this one

Hold my watch out the window, haters watch how it glitter
From the ground I did it, you trying to start in the middle
Ain't got the heart to build it, you was placed here
One of your niggas did that for you
The machine a motherfucker when they push that button
All of a sudden they love you
But you better drop hits all summer
Or how soon they forgetting, you'll be past tense
With this lifer shit is different and for them I always mention

Ain't got no diamonds on that one but I got diamonds on this one
I don't be fucking on that one 'cause I get money from this one
Ain't got no rims on that one but I got rims on this one
I got a house for the fam, a condo for the killers
I be sleeping in that one, I be wyling in this one

Feel Nobody lyrics - Curren$y

The first time we came in with the rep
Now we got that fresh seafood for everybody
That's love for the people right there
Yeah...

I'm so fucking high I don't feel nobody
All I fear is God plus he's on my side
I got the angel on the hood of the car I'm driving
I'm good in every hood, you can't even slide
I'm so fucking high I don't feel nobody

I'm so fucking high I don't feel nobody
All I fear is God plus he's on my side
Arriving high riding sly like the road with the sky
I got money on the line, I got more money outside
I got more dream cars than I can drive
Got more dreams in my mind
I pull it all off in due time
I break off, blessed is my grind
Cause I've been putting it in, over and over again
My team committed to win
So we save, some we spend
Dragging furs full length
Them niggas slid in like pimps
Its like a 70's film but bitch this really how we live

I'm so fucking high I don't feel nobody
All I fear is God plus he's on my side
I got the angel on the hood of the car I'm driving
I'm good in every hood, you can't even slide
I'm so fucking high I don't feel nobody
I'm so fucking high I don't feel nobody
All I fear is God plus he's on my side
I got the angel on the hood of the car I'm driving
I'm good in every hood, you can't even slide
I'm so fucking high I don't feel nobody

The foreigns come alive when there's hoes outside
I popped my hood she was surprised there was no motor inside
Bitch my engine in the back, this cost me 300 racks
Spitta got dollars on top of dollars
Diamonds on top of diamonds
Impalas behind Impalas
I got my Bentley blocked in
Snuck up we know they're watching
Fuck 'em

I'm so fucking high I don't feel nobody
All I fear is God plus he's on my side
I got the angel on the hood of the car I'm driving
I'm good in every hood, you can't even slide

Pay Scale lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Larry June)

[Curren$y:]
Eastside
Same shit we been doin'
Stackin' paper we used to it

Chicken Fried Rice in the back of the Phantom
My brother in the venue still mackin' the dancers
I'm overseeing the money counting the transaction
Combination safe stashing, money addiction my passion
I got a stackin' habit, I must have it
Lust cabbage, looking at money like it's a bad bitch
Hand full of that ass when I smash its a blast
In the middle of the bank having a flashback
Try to keep up with me, that Bobby and Whitney
Clyde and Bonnie, Hov and Beyonce
A hundred million dollars my fiancee
Smoke screens til' the paparazzi off the scene
Just when they had thought they got me
Escaped then dropped a tape, shot the video on my estate
Medium well steaks on Versace plates
Silverware not even silver this is 14K
Watch how you act where you at and a real playa might let you stay

[Larry June:]
Fresh home from Tokyo I'm thumbing through Yen
Take them Gucci's off when you walk in my crib
I spend like 30 bitch this ain't tens
Heated toilet seats Dom P in the fridge
Rose gold voice on a Rollie I'm him
Purified water on my way to go swim
My bitch get money bring it back to a pimp
My Japanese denim she toss ten in them
For a week I went vegan but took the bitch fishing
Before a bitch get the dick she gotta sign a petition
Air Max 94s, same watch as Biggie
On my way to San Jo to go and check this chicken
What's happenin'

Nigga we don't just rap about this shit nigga
If she look she took, you know what I'm saying
Something slight, aye bitch hand me that motherfucking money counter hoe
Thank you
You doing good
God

Targa lyrics - Curren$y

German two-seaters, outside the dealer smoking reefer
Reading the blue prints plotting on a million
Four empty vaults in the ceiling that hold a quarter a piece waiting for me
When the mission complete, we stash and roll more weed
We don't splurge, we converge
Had to get more part audio birds served without all them being disturbed
Cause some people hate and it's not deserved
It's just they lives bullshit so it's yours they concerned with
Pull up in that, I pull up in this, I went home, switched, and did it again
Just to make 'em sick, hoe that's what you get
Slept on the livest nigga woke up at the bottom of the river
Swimming with the fishes
I'm at the La Meridian learning to play tennis on a racketball court
Like no disrespect intended, what's the difference
We just living, my flow different so my doughs bigger
Rolls Royce doors swivel open like a pair of scissors
She had her man with her but she don't remember
Slid me the digits we could link up in a minute
Say she from Memphis, down here for a week staying at the extended
Swiping cards furnish the lil' homie crib got him couches and televisions
She in love with a nigga so she stay going on missions
Parachuting for the loot what I say she do
I could coach 'em to show 'em or disown 'em and play like I don't know 'em
Smoking her open, roaming her ocean
California got it and I love 'em for it
Provide me with that high I need to set my pen on fire when I write
I put it down for the Jet Life like every time
When I come through I do it and take yo' shine
This is mine, truth is deeply rooted in my rhymes, you just lyin'
Them cars you talk about you never seen and never drive
Them cars I talk about I smoke weed in and eat cheese fries

One By One lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah
70's movie shit
Jump in the cab, tell 'em yo follow that car right there

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Eastside
Uh

Do rag on my waves, money on my mind
We pull out new things in the summertime
One by one in a line then they all shine
One by one in a line and they all mine

Standing in my driveway I'm trying to decide
Which one to drive this shit always take me so much time
Convertible or the hard top coupe
Starlit ceiling or maybe a sunroof
I done spread loot on this from the minute that I got in it
Rim it up but I never tint 'em
Paid out, don't lease or rent 'em
I own it if you seen me in it
That's word to my homie Fendi
Roll down the window and tell that bitch she need to get with it
Its scratch, we can't be missing

Do rag on my waves, money on my mind
We pull out new things in the summertime
One by one in a line then they all shine
One by one in a line and they all mine

Do rag on my waves, money on my mind
We pull out new things in the summertime
One by one in a line then they all shine
One by one in a line and they all mine

Do rag on my waves, money on my mind
We pull out new things in the summertime
One by one in a line then they all shine
One by one in a line and they all mine

None of this was given, this was all grind

Never Stop lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah...
Damn...
Crazy how much time...
Yeah...Huh

Cold champagne pop, gold chain full of rocks
Rubber band money knots, pray it never stop
We stay on the money route, got the hardest Chevy's out
We was ready, they was not, pray it never stop
Cold champagne pop, gold chain full of rocks
Rubber band money knots, pray it never stop
We stay on the money route, got the hardest Chevy's out
We was ready, they was not, pray it never stop

Watching Bel Air in my house
Bitches naked on the couch
Moonwalking, Gucci socks, tell my woman get a watch
Bust down 'cause it's hot so I brought the ice out
Imma cool on the block, cruise when my top drop
Bullshit we will stop but I know its not
Your new shit just flopped so you going pop
Underground never let me down its all I got
So if I never said thanks let me say it now

Cold champagne pop, gold chain full of rocks
Rubber band money knots, pray it never stop
We stay on the money route, got the hardest Chevy's out
We was ready, they was not, pray it never stop

Watching Bel Air in my house
Bitches naked on the couch
Moonwalking, Gucci socks, tell my woman get a watch
Cold champagne pop, gold chain full of rocks
Rubber band money knows pray it never stop

Didn't do it by myself I did it with my time
Now I got the crew with diamond and my roll a crime
Three cubes of ice in a glass of brown
Let the class begin, Spitta on smash again
To live flashing this you really gotta want it
If you gonna strike it rich
My pinky ring dripping honey on a bitch
Spitta looking like money anywhere I am
23's on hand, brung the beach to the sand
Imma reach in the pan, pull out a lil' piece
Just to feed the whole fam with the aw man
Whole block say you hot been running your mouth
Shooters circling around your house you scared to come out
You don't wanna be the one that the news about
Meanwhile I'm on the lot checking coupes out
Finna test drive see how much the coupe got
I love that, I'm about to pull the loot out

Cold champagne pop, gold chain full of rocks
Rubber band money knots, pray it never stop
We stay on the money route, got the hardest Chevy's out
We was ready, they was not, pray it never stop

Watching Bel Air in my house
Bitches naked on the couch
Moonwalking, Gucci socks, tell my woman get a watch
Cold champagne pop, gold chain full of rocks
Rubber band money knows pray it never stop

Prize Money lyrics - Curren$y

Heist in broad day light
Shattered the glass
Popped the wheelie on the motorbike
These hoes was out of sight
My hitters were close by
Your shooters was no-shows
Now your hands been exposed
We know what you want bro
Water in the lawn
Just [?] sharks in the polo bro
Terror claw, tinder [?]
Playing fetch with my dogs
Doing what I say I do in my music
One of the truest
Word to see murder, made the law see murder
Pull up in the newest
Clouds are the loudest
Coming out when I open the door
Its like a smoke bomb exploded
Not worried about a bitch though
Its just how much weight that bitch hold
Is your name ringing in the strip club
Can you bring us more hoes
Tryna have the flighest horses anyone ever rode
In the stable ran in the race to bring the prize money home

EP: "The Marina" (2018) (with Harry Fraud)

Radar Tower lyrics - Curren$y

La Música de Harry Fraud

Now the 100 dollar bills thick as a roll of tissue
Any kind of action is not an issue
Them niggas you've been movin' with is not official
Mommy you've been fuckin' lames, I could never hit you
I came through in foreign things when I came to get you
We got Porsches and McLarens all that other shit too
Pourin' in from all the tourin', state to state with my crew
Stackin' up for rainy days and all the sunny ones too

Because I like to stunt on them, baby that's somthin' I do
I from New Orleans, I was born to maneuver them coupes
Imported on 22s, decent fit, coilovers, springs dropped a lil bit it look like some movie shit
Yours truly in the booth, packagin' and wrappin' these bricks
My style capture a chick, she was dressed quite ravishin'
In the parkin' lot at the Radisson
With garbage bags of cash in the back of the van
Waitin' on my man, just as planned, practice second hand
I expected him any minute, he pulled up just now to get it
Meet me at the loft tomorrow mornin' after I done split it
With my niggas, I put a side a little bit that I'ma gonna give you
And there's more of that, where it came from
Remember if you go where I send ya, make me a million
I keep you stuntin' on them lesser bitches
Most hoes get play, boss ladies get paid
I see something in you, you on my radar, you a contender
See we could kick it about them digits, I could never hit you
Just fleek them lames out their things, momma bring me their loot
See what it do and I'ma come through
Them 100 dollar bills brand new and blue
Rollin' green, woke up in a dream

Now the 100 dollar bills thick as a roll of tissue
Any kind of action is not an issue
Them niggas you've been movin' with is not official
Mommy you've been fuckin' lames, I could never hit you
I came through in foreign things when I came to get you
We got Porsches and McLarens, all that other shit too
Pourin' in from all the tourin', state to state with my crew
Stackin' up for rainy days and all the sunny ones too

14 Packs lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke DZA)

[Curren$y:]
La música de Harry Fraud

Rubber band rap, all my knots
My bitch pulled with a teacup yorkie in a Range Rover droptop
Now I'm riding shotgun underneath the sun
Thumbing through these $100 bills like 1's
Father fly, got so many rap sons
High grade medicinal in my lungs when I swung on blades
Severed heads bled in a pathway we fled
All my friends are dead presidents so stack bread
Clearly, homie, you been misled
Foolish of you to listen to what a hater had said
Life is a SuperBowl bet, million dollar point spread
Covered like comforters on the bed
Money tree leaves hanging like dreads
Company currently on the run getting paid
Company comfortably wearing diamonds on stage
Making movies, killing beats, putting 'em on the front page
Yeah

[Smoke DZA:]
[?] a lot of stuff on the boat, looks like he might be dumping some more stuff here, how many objects are there about five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen
Really
[?]

Right, presidential crowns, presidential suites
Door to door with the pack like I'm Uber Eats
Like move ten of em maybe you can sleep
I left the plug house at 12 he gave me two for free
Drug money in our pockets
The part of is it's all profit
The Never Die Corporation
All these hundred together look at the organization
Ice cold is my aura
Put designer on my sons and my daughters
Bullshits aside, old dodger like Tommy Lasorda
Talkin' stoner lifestyle you tuned in to the fathers
Hm, I'm like why even bother these niggas liars?
They makeup game on Sephora
Pass me a lighter
Smoke one for the illest squads
Traditional mob
This lil' thing of ours

[?] looks like two people went into the water [?]
I wanna know who's left on that boat [?] before someone else gets them

The Visitor lyrics - Curren$y

Parachutes deploy with minimal noise
You being visited by the hammer boys
Motion detectors won't even protect you
You shoulda followed directions down to the last letter
Crossed your T's and dotted your I's
Got caught skimming frosting from the top of the pie
That's your fault, can't feel sorry for you
I'm filling the vault, casualties of war what's a loss when you a boss
We gotta break a couple legs
If everybody at the table deserves to be fed
Tough guys organized crime I was led
Down a pathway of dollar signs and bloodshed
But still kept a positive attitude
Can't keep shoo-shooing with you if I'm really on the move
Progress to the next stage, next phase
The feds thought I had my hands all in that point shave
Associated, affiliated
The pro's and con's to having your face on that front page, kid
Lavish surroundings, Impalas with blades
Exotic sports cars parked on the lawn every which way
Lady assassin, two-day travel, carry out plays
Diamond heist baby carrying out trays

Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches nigga
We smoking weed in it, laughing in our pictures
Wouldn't talk about it if niggas didn't live it
If you don't believe it then you could come and visit
If you then pull up with one of your bitches
If she bad she probably kick it
She so glad she did it
And its hurting you to admit it
[x2]

On The Water lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Street Wiz)

Yeah, these planes they land on the water
Got enough cargo to fill your order
Ship it by the boatload
No negotiation, one price final offer
If you don't get it somebody else want it
All this work pure ain't nobody step on it

These planes they land on the water
Got enough cargo to fill your order
Ship it by the boatload
No negotiation, one price final offer
If you don't get it somebody else want it
All this work pure ain't nobody step on it
Count up that loot every morning
Ball hard keep the scoreboard lit
Point guard

Doing dabs in the lab
'76 house made of glass
No rims, slidin' on bags very thin wheels
Butter Timbs, butter raps
Butter leather seats nigga peel back the rag, top
Ride out pedal mash
To the hideout firing up gas
Bitch that's what I'm bout
Running through checks you just running your mouth
Not only collecting checks, I been writing 'em now
Monopolize, we ride, customizing the South
488 Spyder when the stars come out
Every weekend we bringing new cars out
Cause all during the week we was in the workshop
Getting that workout, over a million served
Things you civilians wouldn't know about, word

These planes they land on the water
Got enough cargo to fill your order
Ship it by the boatload
No negotiation, one price final offer
If you don't get it somebody else want it
All this work clean ain't nobody step on it

[Street Wiz:]
Uhh, know I keep it focused got my mind set
I'm just working on another project
Imma keep it pushing, I ain't never running out of time yet
So I keep it ripping from my Skyjet
Yeah you know the business, gotta keep it pimping every line fresh
From the top to bottom its a progress
Getting to the riches, know I'm steady fishing in my pond yes
I'm just steady searching cause my time set
Know I'm with the women, ten toes down keep it all G
When I grab the mic they gon' applaud we
When we hit the building, set life skyscrapers
All my niggas in the lear you gotta fly later
We just come to kill the show the floor vibrating
Know I'm talking through the booth niggas got paper
Bitches tryna leave with us the bus high maintenance
Just off to the next state up in line kicking, bang

Yeah, these planes they land on the water
Got enough cargo to fill your order
Yeah, these planes they land on the water
Got enough cargo to fill your order

These planes they land on the water
Got enough cargo to fill your order
Ship it by the boatload
No negotiation, one price final offer
If you don't get it somebody else want it
All this work clean ain't nobody step on it
Count up that loot every morning
Ball hard keep the scoreboard lit
Point guard, L
Ball hard keep the scoreboard lit
Point guard, yeah
Ball hard keep the scoreboard lit
Point guard
These planes they land on the water
These planes they land on the water

Modena Moves lyrics - Curren$y (feat. French Montana)

[Curren$y:]
All the way 1000. Even my runaround coupe caught
Yeah rabie, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Park the Modena at the marina
Life
La Música de Harry Fraud

Diamond Rolexes 'cause life precious
Space age carbon fiber, lightweight metals
This edition that I'm drivin' in is somethin' special
This what keepin' it real could get you
Any women that you want might let you
At this level of success there's hella angels and devils
Lamborghini Diablo, wingspan, open doors, coke in her nose
She left the restroom hair in a mess, livin' kinda fast boo
But not too quick for me to move past you
Ignore the lower ranks, plus I'm watchful of the banks
Crunch numbers over brunch, make that work for 'em
Watch how quick we get it all done
We'll be stuntin' all summer
Corporate ladder, climbed every rung
Some of my homies started out as runners
But it was born hunters with a crazy hunger
Only fed by money, bring me more money
Roll a joint out of a onion
My Bentley outside runnin'
Pilin' bread in the safe like it's a oven
Bread in the safe like it's a oven
Got a closet full of Bathing Ape, Rolls by the dozen
Too much sauce stickin' to the money
Spend it up, we got some more comin'
Jet Life, s-s-surf hoe, smoke somethin'
To keep it a thousand with you, girl, my coupe cost four hunnid
And that's before I put the rims on it
Got the Wraith instead of the Ghost
I thought that bitch was haunted

[French Montana:]
Yeah
Stop talking, knock the walls down
Started from the porch to in a Porsche now
Drake to the left, J-Lo two doors down
Drop head, snipe, then the ocean get 'em lotioned down
Niggas that rushed too likely in a coffin now
And all the robbers turned corporate now
Martin had a dream but he didn't tell you the nightmare
You fear life 'cause you thought life was fair
If it ain't rap, Birdman till I'm Rich Forever
Tryna to get my health n mills together
Never took her on a date
Only cooked it right in front her
Wasn't Benihanas, it was Subway
Busy like a one-way, closet like a runway
Penthouse Khalifa Tower tryna keep my high up
Ask Crack, who put the Bronx back?
Grindin' for all that, crib you need four maps

I do it for Chinx, Coke Boy legend

Scarab 38 lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Action Bronson)

[Action Bronson:]
Take me up, I'm ready
Take me up, oh
La Música de Harry Fraud

Amethyst and quartz, different types of burnin' herbs
That's the key put all these demons out the room, you heard
Fifty racks on heady glass to reach a higher ground
DMT inside the TP, I think I'm Mayan now
Hearin' lions growl while I'm layin' down
Play connect the dots with consolations while I fly around
This multi-colored dream world, this ain't Sea World
But similar, make it 3D twerk, just seen a Porto Rican zebra
It's the age of Sagitarius, archers on chariots
Large money hang in the balance
Like the intercontinental belt, the SummerSlam
Razor Ramone vs. Shawn Michaels part 2, bitch

He's really gettin' on it now
225, 226, 227
We're not gonna be able to catch this thing at this course
Should I go blind? I repeat, should I go blind?
Copy
[?] to break one, we got authority to run code blind
I repeat, we got authority to run code blind
Initiating sequence

[Curren$y:]
Huh
Overlookin' the veranda, me and my private dancer
My range like John Starks', she walk through the castle like Sansa
I took major chances to land us in this position
Where the engine mounted in the back of us
The streets chatter of us comin' up
It's like they glad to see the gladiators paper'd up
It was a prophecy fulfilled, now raise your glasses up
They chill properly, imported and stored until an occasion to roll
Celebrate, we get dough, another open door
Another closed, another mil', another deal
And once that ink dry, you worth upwards of twenty mil'
And in the blink of an eye, you're who them bitches feel
This shit is really real, matter of fact this shit is really I'll
But I wouldn't chose another lifestyle still
Paddle shift the F1 gears go up here
I got a stupid ass crib up there, I stay hid
Yeah

Sir, there are several large packages, large [?]
Yeah, he just turning in South. Now he's goin' into the inlet. Yeah, straight in. Yeah, and he got uh 3... got a whole bunch of people on the beach waitin' for him, at least 10 pepople. They are definitely beached. They're unloading fuel barrels. Yeah they're unloading the barrels. All the barrels have been unloaded

Sundown In Eleuthera lyrics - Curren$y

Add a little bit of that sauce on there. Having high speed chases with the coast guard
Throwing parties at the boat launch, having high-speed chases with the coast guard

Buying super fast cars, though we drive 'em slow
Swinging through the neighborhood, they ain't seen this one before
Oh there he go!
Hustle hard is all he know
Homie got plenty to show
Andretti wear that presi [?], though he drive a Rolls
Got a Ferrari, too, but he comfortable in them '64s
That boss bitch took my attention off them silly hoes
But she can't knock me off my grind, cuz I stand ten toes – like all the time
Cleats in the turf, we puts in work, provide a wave to surf
Club only for official members who started with me ground up from the dirt
Recognize your self worth
Then you make your name on this earth
They tried to play me, but I peeped 'em first
Then backup cameras when that Beamer coupe reverse

Down the mansion driveway
Automatic iron gates
Game sharp as razor blades
So high I could fly away

Throwing parties at the boat launch. Having high-speed chases with the coast guard
(Chases with the mother fucking coast guard)

Throwing parties at the boat launch. Having high-speed chases with the coast guard
(Chases with the mother fucking coast guard)

Left the anchor, set sail
Charter course toward the mil
In the end we prevail
All bread, fresh or stale
At the shore where them fools await the bales
All in the parking lot in the rain makin' them cars fishtail
Slinging that raw fish scale
Underground brick sales
Only a boss in this deal
Gotta peep out the detail
Whipping the Porsche 'round the guard rail
You could tell he was taught well
Throwing parties at the boat launch

Throwing parties at the boat launch. Having high-speed chases with the coast guard
(Chases with the mother fucking coast guard)

Throwing parties at the boat launch. Having high-speed chases with the coast guard
(Chases with the mother fucking coast guard)
None of them bad bitches know y'all
You think you on but you so off

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

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Gang, checks
More money than these lames get
More weed on the plane
More diamonds on the chain
La Música de Harry Fraud

Um, backwards joints get rolled up
Learned that in Amsterdam
Learned as a young man
Get cash fast as you can
But don't blow it too fast
Always save some for the roll, make the smoke last
Never ask permission, we just blow past
Momma twistin' up joints, I'm just scribblin' in this notepad
Hopin' that, the hotel got good room service that I could throw back
Put on a movie that's a throwback
Or just some beats, Harry Fraud just sent the whole pack
Maybe hit the pool swim a couple laps
Do my best when I'm relaxed
Back in the day, the way they used to send the message all facts
Beef without a scratch, used to doubt us
Now the game wouldn't be the same without us
Smoke the loudest

[Curren$y:]
Ha
My weed good, my bitch bad
My joints burn slow all my cars go fast
Sweatpants, pockets is bulgin' with cash, hella stacks
Dippin' that playa shit they never put on the racks
Members only shit, private showroom out back
Fashion bloggers have to ask you, "where you got it at?"
Spitta just a real nigga who can rap
Only deliver facts about my life but it's tight 'cause my life is all that
Famous enough to get in there for free but not so famous that people keep bothering me
While I'm choppin' the tree, smokin' one this a selfie, a muhfuckin' personal sum'n
It's enough gas in the world for all of you
So I ain't 'bout to pass my fuckin' joints over to you
We could get high, count to these high tunes
Baby I got hella playa grooves
In the Chevy as we cruise
I can't wait until New Orleans make the news
Completely legalize recreational that's like a dream come true
At the marina gettin' stoned to some Nina Simone
Shorty never heard them vibes until I put her on
Smoke two more sticks while I drove her home
Shorty poutin' lookin' like something wrong
But she don't wanna be alone
Talkin' 'bout how well we get along but my money really got her mind blown
She think I'm dumb, baby girl I'm not the one
Money machine count while I twiddle my thumbs
Money machine count while I lace up my Banned 1's
Money machine count you delivered that ransom
Money machine countin' that stash for my grandson
Money machine copped the island to land on
Money machine my own, hustlin' feet I stand on

East side, parked the Medina at the Marina
They was amazed when they seen it
Millionaires
Two of us it was like 50 M's between us
Arguing who Rolex the cleanest

Curren$y other songs:

Demeanor lyrics - Curren$y

[Casey Veggies:]
Aw man
Fresh Veggies
Aw yeah
Rockie Fresh, Millionaire Veggies
Aw man, damn, damn

Pull up in the Audi and I got the Bimmer
Baby girl bad and I like her demeanor
Baby girl bad and she holding the nina
Kicked my ass to the curb, shawty was meaner
Pull up in the Audi and I got the Bimmer
Baby girl bad and I like her demeanor
Baby girl bad and she holding the nina
Kicked my ass to the curb, shawty was meaner

[Rockie Fresh:]
Damn dog have you seen her?
She was driving in the Kia
Upgraded to a Bimmer
Make it flood, she need FEMA
Niggas hating, acting like some [?]
I'ma stunt when I see her
Roll a blunt when I see her
Twice a month when I see her
Damn dog she a keeper
Got it on lock so they gotta free her
Niggas hating on me, swear to God all these boys need Jesus
Came through [?] had to say RIP to Aaliyah
One nigga won't work so the whole squad had to go team up
Came through, they was sleeping on me now I'm living everything they dreamed of

[Casey Veggies:]
Pull up in the Audi and I got the Bimmer
Baby girl bad and I like her demeanor
Baby girl bad and she holding the nina
Kicked my ass to the curb, shawty was meaner
Pull up in the Audi and I got the Bimmer
Baby girl bad and I like her demeanor
Baby girl bad and she holding the nina
Kicked my ass to the curb, shawty was meaner

Girl how you doing? It's real nice to meet you
The way that you looking it's hard not to see you
Pulled up in the Audi and I got the Bimmer
Lil mama bad and I like her demeanor
I love 'em, I love 'em but no I don't need 'em
Getting this money, don't got time to see 'em
I got her number, yeah that part was easy
Next thing you know man she [?]
Girl we could [?] trip to Abiza
And she riding with me
Every time I go she's like "Baby, don't leave"
I might pour a four in a liter
Baby I'm so fly I shop out arenas
And the top is receding
I copped the Coup but the Audi was cleaner

Pull up in the Audi and I got the Bimmer
Baby girl bad and I like her demeanor
Baby girl bad and she holding the nina
Kicked my ass to the curb, shawty was meaner
Pull up in the Audi and I got the Bimmer
Baby girl bad and I like her demeanor
Baby girl bad and she holding the nina
Kicked my ass to the curb, shawty was meaner

[Curren$y:]
I got her number, yeah that part was easy
I dropped a location, I told her to meet me
I [?] when she see me
I made a scene trying to keep [?] secret
[?] so I just leave it
If you had one then you probably couldn't keep it
Them niggas [?]
Thought you was cool they showed you [?]
Bitches was looking, they peeped it
They don't believe you when you claim that [?] shit
Hopped in my '63 and I hit the switch
You ain't gotta guess who she leaving with

[Casey Veggies:]
Pull up in the Audi and I got the Bimmer
Baby girl bad and I like her demeanor
Baby girl bad and she holding the nina
Kicked my ass to the curb, shawty was meaner
Pull up in the Audi and I got the Bimmer
Baby girl bad and I like her demeanor
Baby girl bad and she holding the nina
Kicked my ass to the curb, shawty was meaner

Inhale Exhale lyrics - Curren$y

[Smoke DZA:]
I'm on gas like BP
Five hour session got enough for a EP
Touch down on the Westside
Kushed God style ain't nothing like free weed
Six hours on commercial
But it feel a little faster if you flying on G3
High def DZA, right, I'm living life in 3D
Mmm, gosh I'm lit, kiss the sky thank God for this
Alexander Wang on my goddess fits
Stay laced in Anonymous
All day I'm smoking personals, little steak and some Merlot
Stay dripped in the 'Berg tho
Shit the freezer where the furs go
My favorite lady is a Virgo
I got a turkey bag stash in my Yeezy box
Emergency option if I need some pot
In a safe place case the D's come stop
Do the speed limit whether we got P's or not
How I made it through I have you pondering
I just checked out and the Mondrian
The pack touch down it's the calmest win
Lay back with a ganja grin

[Curren$y:]
Balling in public but flying private
Millionaires on the low, higher than a bitch though
Looking for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the money piling, and there's not a problem
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the cars hella options, smoking exotic

Balling in public but flying private
Millionaires on the low, higher than a bitch though
Looking for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the money piling, and there's not a problem
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the cars hella options, smoking exotic

[Styles P:]
Backwoods, doobies lit, chick with a doobie in the woods
Get all that money back, yea that's movie shit
Pardon I, I ain't ScHoolboy, but this groovy shit
Pardon you, watch where you stepping, yea this Louis shit
Smoke DZA, SP the Ghost, smoke that gooey shit
Cross us, you gon' be the nigga that this uzi hit
My nigga DZA saying riiiight
Shoot with my left, I was never right
Dope boy yea I love the dope
Pot head yea I love to smoke
Montana yea I love the coke
Laughing heard yea I love to joke
Eating clean yea I love the plants
Six shooters yea I love to dance
Murder rappers yea I love the chance
Grinding hard because I love the fans
Why you think they call me Ghost?
He's heroin, why you think they call me dope?
Righteous nigga, why you think they call me boat
Saying less, why you think I get the most?

[Curren$y:]
Balling in public but flying private
Millionaires on the low, higher than a bitch though
Looking for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the money piling, and there's not a problem
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the cars hella options, smoking exotic

Balling in public but flying private
Millionaires on the low, higher than a bitch though
Looking for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the money piling, and there's not a problem
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the cars hella options, smoking exotic

[Dave East:]
Woke up in the hotel a bunch of narcotics
You called me in the hood if you wanted exotic
Married to the ghetto fell in love with the projects
Get fly every day chances are Imma day fresh
Wide awake since I did my deal I do not rest
I talk to Nas, try to invest make the guap stretch
Maybach in the ghetto that's the car that the cops press
Your man die young, type of shit hard to digest
This shit is such a humbling process
That Rollie ain't real nigga let's take a watch test
I come from the field where the niggas apply pres-
Sure as I ever been, you hate me well God bless
Try to play the game but you ain't got no cards left
I be all over your bitch lips like Carmex
Ordered all the Henny till no more at the bar left
Air Max or Pennys, Patek on by the armrest
I just got a chain and a watch, the charm next
Brand new dope out, we let your Aunt test
Don't let this shit get out of context
I don't see competition no this shit ain't a contest
Monkey bars, I'm doing park sesh
You wanna be gang but you ain't got the heart yet
Shut your mouth you do not get to talk yet
I'm mad at the juice bar they ain't got no bark left

[Curren$y:]
Balling in public but flying private
Millionaires on the low, higher than a bitch though
Looking for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the money piling, and there's not a problem
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the cars hella options, smoking exotic

Balling in public but flying private
Millionaires on the low, higher than a bitch though
Looking for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the money piling, and there's not a problem
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the cars hella options, smoking exotic

Last Night lyrics - Curren$y

Last night, niggas took all the bitches
Last night, we pulled up and left with all the hoes
This morning I woke up and counted up a million
This morning I woke up and I sent your bitch home
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture

Still got my first Bentley
Been on since the beginning
Every piece that I been gettin' only make me want more
Thousand dollar plate dinners, real businessmen
Banquets and benefits
Million dollar signatures and shitty penmanship
Oh I was meant for this, I was designed to get it
Came off of the porch sick with it, older homie's made me iller
Can't get much realer, [?] serial killer
From far away you feel it
Don't let that paper steal you, my nigga

Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
Who let 'em in here?
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
Who had 'em sent here?
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
They hired killa's
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
[?]

Last night we was some more old baller shit
Last night we came down and took all the hoes
This morning I woke up and count another million
This morning I woke up and sent your bitch back home
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
Who let 'em in here?



Long As It Lasts lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)

[Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, long as it lasts, I'm in this coupe dash
Pursuin' cash, foot on the gas
Pedal to the floor, another score, another bag
Pull up on my bitch, after I pull up, what I grab
Yeah yeah, livin' like that
Tell the homies meet me at the pad
Got somethin' for you, a little bit that I had stashed
Never run out on we have
Pour the drank like the gas, yeah
Long as it lasts
In this coupe in pursuit of the cash, yeah
Pedal to the floor, uh, another score, another bag

Drove four cars to the event, I know it didn't make sense
But I had to make a statement, show 'em that I'm not the one to play with
Underground sounds from the pavement
Made it, major paper without tap dancing for them majors
But we sat down at the same table
I never changed angles
They gotta take it how I gave it
Without radio station rotation in our home location
I'm still skatin', ridin' race, had low riders on Dayton
Return of the real, they been anticipating
But we been here the whole time
Baby in the cut waitin', wrappin' up these bales, duct tapin'
The trap advisor brung a fishscale so we can weigh it
OG style, 1991, Nike sweatsuits and submachine guns
Answer no questions when them motherfuckers come
Long as it lasts
I'm in this coupe in pursuit of the cash
Pedal to the floor, another score, another bag
Pull up on my bitch, after I pull up, what I grab, yeah
Told the homies meet me at the pad
Put somethin' aside, a little bit that I had stashed
Never run out of this shit that we have
Tell the shooters they can put down the MAC's
But them youngins still stay ready to blast, yeah

[Young Roddy:]
Yeah, this feel like King James when he went back to Cleveland
I used to pass the rock like I'm Steve Nash
I'm killin' this game without no ski mask
Board the jet, I brought my passport and my G pass
My nerves bad, I told my bro to hit the weed man
This ain't no game, this ain't no freeze tag, and ain't shit for free man
We all want to dream
Smokin' on that heat man, was taught to keep it G man
I stack G's, I'm a young OG
Born in the city where them boys play for keeps
Rollie shinin', we started off at the bottom
Like O-Dawg, I take your life for the squadron
Ridin' 'til the tires flat, runnin' rook like a running back
Same hoes who curved a nigga, now they want some holler back
Never that, white girl, I pedal that
Free Tig, he done been through hell and back
Blow it all and make it back, pussy good, I double back
JetLyfe 'til my next nigga, life

Money In The Air lyrics - Curren$y

One time for my nigga 2 Chainz for throwing me that alley oop to
This weed is the one

Money in the air, watch it fall like rain
Get back on he grind we make it all again
Can't believe I'm doing this
Come in and see you in here
Money in the air, watch it fall like rain

Rolls Royce outside, cause I'm in the building
Drank again, twisted with my niggas
Count the stacks and bottles they bring that out quickly
I give that money to my bottom bitch and tell I'm piscious
Sometimes I like to see it in the air
Cause I work hard enough to not care

Get back on he grind we make it all again
Can't believe I'm doing this
Come in and see you in here
Money in the air, watch it fall like rain
Money in the air, we watch it fall like rain
Money in the air, we let it fall like rain

It's like 4-15 in this bitch
T.Y. finna order wings in this bitch
Five minutes

At the
Street

Money in the air we let it fall like rain
Get back on he grind we make it all again
Can't believe I'm doing this
Come in and see you in here

Not A Crumb lyrics - Curren$y

Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah

Sorry for the Wraith I pulled up laced
Dressed really fresh I don't do release dates
If I want it right now nigga I don't wait
Money to the sky, hoe I don't play
And I couldn't see it going any other way, let us pray
That we continue touchin' money put enough away
53 to the menu so much shit in my right way
Ballin' like a so loud but I did it my way
Broke it down like a brick, what I did for sure
Split it up amongst the fam now we all spending dough
Bitch I'm the score, served and spent a stack on the gold [?] from solid gold to kilo

Celebrate every night the money come
You see we party every night we always hustlin'
My nigga you were sleepin' when we turn the oven on
So when we cut the cake don't you be expectin' nothin' not a crumb

Pink diamonds and the Rolex
Rosé Champagne on my [?]
[?] if I gang bang I'm a new to the coupes in the fast lane
[?] until you be the man
Stay in the house ruth in the ceiling fan
I had it all Mac calls, Mac calls
Process of the come up, had a few drawbacks
Small thing to a giant
My whole crew [?] we ain't even gotta tell you where we show the body
Little boy we making bumper cars out them Maseratis
My new machine making 'em nervous
They don't know what to do around me
Them bitches flirtin', them niggas watchin'

Celebrate every night the money come
You see we party every night we always hustlin'
And nigga you were sleepin' when we turn the oven on
So when we cut the cake don't you be expectin' nothin' not a crumb

On The Water (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Lil Yachty)

La Música de Harry Fraud

Yeah, these planes they land on the water, got enough cargo to fill your order
Ship it by the boatload, no negotiation, one price, final offer
If you don't get it somebody else want it
All this work pure, ain't nobody step on it

These planes they land on the water
Got enough cargo to fill your order
Ship it by the boatload, no negotiation, one price final offer
If you don't get it somebody else want it
All this work pure, ain't nobody step on it
Count up that loot every morning (morning)
Ball hard, keep the scoreboard lit, point guard

[Curren$y:]
Doing dabs in the lab (lab), '76 house made of glass (house made of glass)
No rims, slidin' on facts, butter Timbs, butter raps
Butter leather seats nigga peel back the rag, top ride out pedal mash
To the hideout firin' up gas (gas), bitch that's what I'm 'bout
Runnin' through checks, you just runnin' your mouth (runnin' your mouth)
Not only collectin' checks, I been writin' 'em now (writin' 'em now)
Monopolize, we ride, customize in the South
488 Spyder when the stars come out (stars come out)
Every weekend we bringing new cars out (cars out)
'Cause all during the week we was in the workshop (workshop)
Gettin' that work out, over a million served (what else?)
Things you civilians wouldn't know about, word (word)

These planes, they land on the water, got enough cargo to fill your order
Ship it by the boatload, no negotiation, one price, final offer
If you don't get it somebody else want it
All this work clean, ain't nobody step on it (step on it)

[Lil Yachty:]
Lil boat, nigga I been workin' for my 10 and 2s
Never ask a nigga what he finna do
Keep to myself for the most part, yeah
Quick to start a riot with [?] gun spark
'Cat do the dash on the highway (skrt)
'Cat do the dash on the street and the sideway
Nigga AP or [?], heat turnt up, on Dante
[?] need a bitch like Beyonce, maybe like '06 Ashanti
Give her good dick and a Klondike, neck so good, no tonsils
Damn, ridin' 'round town with the blammer
30 round clip, prey to God it ain't a jammer
Killin' these niggas, I'm feelin' like Dahmer
Wish my president was Bernie Sanders
Lil boat

Yeah, these planes, they land on the water
Got enough cargo to fill your order
Yeah, these planes, they land on the water
Got enough cargo to fill your order

These planes, they land on the water, got enough cargo to fill your order
Ship it by the boatload, no negotiation, one price, final offer
If you don't get it somebody else want it
All this work clean, ain't nobody step on it
Count up that loot every morning
Ball hard, keep the scoreboard lit, point guard, L
Ball hard, keep the scoreboard lit, point guard, yeah
Ball hard, keep the scoreboard lit, point guard
These planes, they land on the water
These planes, they land on the water

Other Side lyrics - Curren$y (feat. T.Y.)

Sledgren
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Smoking weed

[Curren$y:]
Keep goin'
More foreigns
World wide tourin'
Money pourin'
It's a blowout already but we still scorin'
Alley-oop it off the glass, shawty dunked on em
They still in there shaking ass and it's 4 in the mornin'
She in credit, she gone stay there as long as they throwin'
She don't care if they play ball or they break laws
Long as they break her off
I'm in my loft, presidential with 2 diamond bracelets on
Not doin' much, I'm just doin' my stuff
4 luxury trucks
Scoop my shooters up, and bring em through the cuts
Bound the same page, stay on game
Stay high, stay paid, stay the fuck out my way

Yeah, riding in shit that you could never get
Sliding with a bitch that you could never hit
Dressed in some shit I know you could never find
I'm so happy I'm not on the other side

[T.Y.:]
Tell them niggas man up
No we ain't tryna fuss, that's what the money for
I fucked the summer up, now I'm bout to do the same to winter
Know I keep that thing tucked, leave yo ass face down like a center
You think I'm [?], see my jewelry shining through the tint
The Glock hot, so I can't even go hit my lick
You switchin' sides, then make sure that you stay there my nigga
I'm riding round New Orleans with a car full of killers
Red dot, one shot, leave you DOA on the scene
Respect my mind, hope we make it hard for you to eat
Players call my phone, hate when they wake me out my sleep
This shit for life, J.L.R and SOG

[Curren$y:]
Yeah, riding in shit that you could never get
Sliding with a bitch that you could never hit
Dressed in some shit I know you could never find
I'm so happy I'm not on the other side

EP: "Air Freshna" (2018) (as Spitta Andretti)

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

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