[Trademark the Skydiver:]
Been on some other shit
Fly clothes, expensive kicks
They say my swag immaculate
And I agree that's accurate
Fuckin hoes and stackin chips
Ice on my neck and wrists
Blowin down a pound of piff
Ridin round in foreign whips
Flyin saucer Porsche
Yea I call that bitch the aero ship
Hatas hatin on my click
And on the slick we loving it
This rap shit we runnin it
Niggas ain't fuckin with the planes
What you think we in the game for the fun of it?
Ehh
Nah, this the takeover
Burnin down your empire that's game over
Not J-I-double G-A Hova
But Skydiver the jet fighter
I'm so focused
28 bar inferno I'm flamethrowin
Nigga been potent way before the game noticed
And these rap niggas is bogus
Talkin reckless over tracks
But I fire back with pure perfection
Steps above clever
How I use my letters
But em together and send em out
Just like I'm textin a message
Diamond in the rough
Princess cuts on my neckless
I'm eatin Franklin for lunch
Purp blunts for breakfast
Your lil tips is brunch crumbs
I'm not impressed with
Hold On
Won't you give me a second to digest this
Then I shit on these niggas $pitta tell em!
[Curren$y:]
Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga
[Trademark the Skydiver:]
You should quit while you ahead with the bread
Just a suggestion
We scrape your whole plate
Then double back for seconds
If we getting cake is no longer a question
We still count loot up from last years investments
Ask your hoe
She know I'm one of the freshest out
I spit it out
Like my chest was congested
Let that bitch breathe!
[Curren$y:]
Nah Sky Diver let the bitch leave
Ol' raggedy broad I ain't never need
Bitches is on speed
Fuckin like rabbits
They hungry
Followin my carrots
Housed in my ring
Lookin like 46 upside down Cristal bottles sittin in a basket
UFC these beats
Any track can get its ass whipped
I am on my cheddar
All about checks like solecollector.com
Some of y'all ain't on that
Ya'll behind
Sucka niggas get on whacks in startin line
Fairy tale once upon a time ass niggas
Goin out they minds tryna out rhyme Spitta
Let that bitch breathe
No
Sky Diver knocked them out
I came through with the elbow drop from the top rope
Grand lyrics - Curren$y
One time for the Jets
Two times for ya muhfuckin' set
Hit it three times, make sure it's the best
Put some ice on her if it's always wet
Miami Vice Spyder or the Stingray Vette
I keep my shit fresh yea vintage like Mitchell and Ness
Stepping on the necks of muhfuckas who slept
Collecting checks, catching stunts in the progress
Take a late night drive to relieve stress
Bad bitch by my side who know how to
Mute them boys who be talking that mess
Cop coupes, parked cars, that's a light flex
Lifestyle rap, that's my genre I guess
Founder, forefather, sports car auction baller
Low rider Impalas, executive quarters
Writing rhymes and making muthafuckin' orders
Jars of weed indeed yea we recordin'
Instrumentals spent lyrical in the morning
Been reading up, grasping on legal jargon
Tighten up
They gon' use the whole checkbook tryna write for us
Lighting up smoke signals
Spell it out, Andretti all about figures
Look in my eyes when I entered the building
Tell y'all that I was gon' leave with a million
And they I'm still spittin'
And they I'm still spittin'
And they I'm still spittin'
And they I'm still
Can it be he stayed away too long
Is Kanye still riding 'round with Trump
Hope if he hear this he don't get mad
Just give us some vintage sample tracks
Elise bucket, sweater to match
Stan Smiths from UK with the velcro strap
Welcome to the layer cake, take a loss, bounce back
Game costs, you gon' have to pay the boss
Press a button in my car, my roof came off
You gon' cry in the bus stop or this Ferrari darling
Life hard, leather soft
In my house watching a [?] doc about the Chedda Boyz
All respect, my Detroit fam we connect
Burn it down, every time I'm around
Muscle cars burn rubber, stripes on the ground
Back to my hometown, Andretti pounds
Inspiration, just waiting
To be rolled in the paper, push me to sadist
Rest in peace to the homie Young Greatness
Every day in the city is another risk that we taking
Dangerous games but we keep playing
'Cause we know deep inside one of us gon' make it
Rolling dice every night when you choose to ride nice
And hop out the car rocking ice
Treat yourself and you'll become a target
Gotta be cautious when you balling
That's not just for New Orleans, homeboy that's e'rywhere
They ain't playing fair out there
And they I'm still spittin'
And they I'm still spittin'
And they I'm still spittin'
That's what they say
Two times for ya muhfuckin' set
Hit it three times, make sure it's the best
Put some ice on her if it's always wet
Miami Vice Spyder or the Stingray Vette
I keep my shit fresh yea vintage like Mitchell and Ness
Stepping on the necks of muhfuckas who slept
Collecting checks, catching stunts in the progress
Take a late night drive to relieve stress
Bad bitch by my side who know how to
Mute them boys who be talking that mess
Cop coupes, parked cars, that's a light flex
Lifestyle rap, that's my genre I guess
Founder, forefather, sports car auction baller
Low rider Impalas, executive quarters
Writing rhymes and making muthafuckin' orders
Jars of weed indeed yea we recordin'
Instrumentals spent lyrical in the morning
Been reading up, grasping on legal jargon
Tighten up
They gon' use the whole checkbook tryna write for us
Lighting up smoke signals
Spell it out, Andretti all about figures
Look in my eyes when I entered the building
Tell y'all that I was gon' leave with a million
And they I'm still spittin'
And they I'm still spittin'
And they I'm still spittin'
And they I'm still
Can it be he stayed away too long
Is Kanye still riding 'round with Trump
Hope if he hear this he don't get mad
Just give us some vintage sample tracks
Elise bucket, sweater to match
Stan Smiths from UK with the velcro strap
Welcome to the layer cake, take a loss, bounce back
Game costs, you gon' have to pay the boss
Press a button in my car, my roof came off
You gon' cry in the bus stop or this Ferrari darling
Life hard, leather soft
In my house watching a [?] doc about the Chedda Boyz
All respect, my Detroit fam we connect
Burn it down, every time I'm around
Muscle cars burn rubber, stripes on the ground
Back to my hometown, Andretti pounds
Inspiration, just waiting
To be rolled in the paper, push me to sadist
Rest in peace to the homie Young Greatness
Every day in the city is another risk that we taking
Dangerous games but we keep playing
'Cause we know deep inside one of us gon' make it
Rolling dice every night when you choose to ride nice
And hop out the car rocking ice
Treat yourself and you'll become a target
Gotta be cautious when you balling
That's not just for New Orleans, homeboy that's e'rywhere
They ain't playing fair out there
And they I'm still spittin'
And they I'm still spittin'
And they I'm still spittin'
That's what they say
Ferrari Flatbed lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
What's up my nigga Carti, you already know
I throw a hundred in a gas tank (Gas tank)
Slid twenty thousand to the gas man (Gas man)
Oh, this that Jet Life, Taylor Gang (Jet Life, Taylor Gang)
Higher up boss niggas pulling strangs (Boss niggas)
See, I can make it shake (Make it shake)
Or I could get your cake baked, nigga
Set you straight (Set you straight)
Pulling Up "Jet Life" written on the plates (Written on the plates)
House money on a wraith, bought it just to race (Just to race)
Threw Leo the keys, he done a figure eight (Figure eight)
Niggas from New Orleans, we show out in the Bay (Show out in the Bay)
Yeah, fuck that bitch then give her back (And I give her back)
I pull up in shit, they ask "What's that?" (They like "What's that?")
I'm on Front Street in a Maybach (In a Maybach)
You try and touch me, you get laid flat (Laid flat)
In that 488, my nigga snapped (My nigga snapped)
In that 488, my nigga strapped (My nigga strapped)
In that 488, I smoke that pack (I smoke a pack)
I push that 488, I ain't scared to crash (Scared to crash)
I get two more just like it in a flash (In a flash)
I use them up and leave them in the trash (I leave them in the trash)
On the dance floor with the diamonds dancing (Diamonds dancing)
I'm in the section with your thangs dancing (Thangs dancing)
VVS connected chain reaction (Chain reaction)
You ever rode a jet, Ho
Bitch, you lookin' at one (Lookin' at one)
I throw a hundred in a gas tank (Gas tank)
Slid twenty thousand to the gas man (Gas man)
Oh, this that Jet Life, Taylor Gang (Jet Life, Taylor Gang)
Higher up boss niggas pulling strangs (Boss niggas)
See, I can make it shake (Make it shake)
Or I could get your cake baked, nigga
Set you straight (Set you straight)
Pulling Up "Jet Life" written on the plates (Written on the plates)
House money on a wraith, bought it just to race (Just to race)
Threw Leo the keys, he done a figure eight (Figure eight)
What's up my nigga Carti, you already know
I throw a hundred in a gas tank (Gas tank)
Slid twenty thousand to the gas man (Gas man)
Oh, this that Jet Life, Taylor Gang (Jet Life, Taylor Gang)
Higher up boss niggas pulling strangs (Boss niggas)
See, I can make it shake (Make it shake)
Or I could get your cake baked, nigga
Set you straight (Set you straight)
Pulling Up "Jet Life" written on the plates (Written on the plates)
House money on a wraith, bought it just to race (Just to race)
Threw Leo the keys, he done a figure eight (Figure eight)
Niggas from New Orleans, we show out in the Bay (Show out in the Bay)
Yeah, fuck that bitch then give her back (And I give her back)
I pull up in shit, they ask "What's that?" (They like "What's that?")
I'm on Front Street in a Maybach (In a Maybach)
You try and touch me, you get laid flat (Laid flat)
In that 488, my nigga snapped (My nigga snapped)
In that 488, my nigga strapped (My nigga strapped)
In that 488, I smoke that pack (I smoke a pack)
I push that 488, I ain't scared to crash (Scared to crash)
I get two more just like it in a flash (In a flash)
I use them up and leave them in the trash (I leave them in the trash)
On the dance floor with the diamonds dancing (Diamonds dancing)
I'm in the section with your thangs dancing (Thangs dancing)
VVS connected chain reaction (Chain reaction)
You ever rode a jet, Ho
Bitch, you lookin' at one (Lookin' at one)
I throw a hundred in a gas tank (Gas tank)
Slid twenty thousand to the gas man (Gas man)
Oh, this that Jet Life, Taylor Gang (Jet Life, Taylor Gang)
Higher up boss niggas pulling strangs (Boss niggas)
See, I can make it shake (Make it shake)
Or I could get your cake baked, nigga
Set you straight (Set you straight)
Pulling Up "Jet Life" written on the plates (Written on the plates)
House money on a wraith, bought it just to race (Just to race)
Threw Leo the keys, he done a figure eight (Figure eight)
Kevin Nash lyrics - Curren$y
Word to Big Tray Dee
They got lil bitty niggas ridin around on they mufakin bikes with 9's
Itchy trigga finger fever lookin for a reason to squeeze it
He got a gun cause his pop got one
He can't get caught without it, and get rocked
Plus a chick that he like live on the other side
By them niggas who smoked his partner over a couple a dollars
Dice games put a strain on friendships
You'll get flipped over chips nigga real quick
I'm just delivering that real shit
Speaking from experience
Because me and my dogs livin it
Risking it all and not knowin
Just being silent for my big homies
Lettin em know that they can count on us
Depend on it to be delivered on time
By some young niggas who about business intended for millions
Touched that and extended that division to billions
My brothers nerves back
He in the window
Rifled up like Malcolm X in that picture
His lil bro in the booth laying that playa shit
He just protecting the situation
And waiting for ya'll to come up with crazy shit
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Keep the key in it
Chevys on switches
Smokin weed in it
Laughing in our pictures
Wouldn't talk about it
If niggas didn't live it
If you need to see it
You can come and visit
If you don't believe me
Then ask one of your bitches
Ask about me
So clean its ridiculous
Hurts you to admit it...
They got lil bitty niggas ridin around on they mufakin bikes with 9's
Itchy trigga finger fever lookin for a reason to squeeze it
He got a gun cause his pop got one
He can't get caught without it, and get rocked
Plus a chick that he like live on the other side
By them niggas who smoked his partner over a couple a dollars
Dice games put a strain on friendships
You'll get flipped over chips nigga real quick
I'm just delivering that real shit
Speaking from experience
Because me and my dogs livin it
Risking it all and not knowin
Just being silent for my big homies
Lettin em know that they can count on us
Depend on it to be delivered on time
By some young niggas who about business intended for millions
Touched that and extended that division to billions
My brothers nerves back
He in the window
Rifled up like Malcolm X in that picture
His lil bro in the booth laying that playa shit
He just protecting the situation
And waiting for ya'll to come up with crazy shit
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Buck em down
Keep the key in it
Chevys on switches
Smokin weed in it
Laughing in our pictures
Wouldn't talk about it
If niggas didn't live it
If you need to see it
You can come and visit
If you don't believe me
Then ask one of your bitches
Ask about me
So clean its ridiculous
Hurts you to admit it...
Eastside Obama lyrics - Curren$y
(Ah shit!)
(I ain't have no lighter.. what happened to the damn lighter?)
(Fuck it, let me see something maybe I can nail this)
Andretti in this bitch
And I'm already rich
But I'm still on the grind
So much more for me to get
Another crib
Another player backyard
Another fence
Another million dollar whip
Profit a hundred percent
What I get, for sure
I could afford the store
Rollie for my saints homie cause his game ice cold
That's my nigga
AK
Same way I make plays, same way I'm in the field
I'm a fuckin money train
Told niggas how to hustle
How to carve they own lane
Told niggas be themselves
Told them never be afraid
The industry full of lames
Underground really flame
Same paper as them major labels though we not the same
Independent bout it, bout it, homie shout out to the tank
Foreign car money spent that on my jet life chain
(Fuck that, that's bout it)
(We gon keep that)
(That's it)
(Ha-Ha)
In this bitch
And I'm already rich
But I'm still on the grind
So much more for me to get
Andretti in this bitch
(I ain't have no lighter.. what happened to the damn lighter?)
(Fuck it, let me see something maybe I can nail this)
Andretti in this bitch
And I'm already rich
But I'm still on the grind
So much more for me to get
Another crib
Another player backyard
Another fence
Another million dollar whip
Profit a hundred percent
What I get, for sure
I could afford the store
Rollie for my saints homie cause his game ice cold
That's my nigga
AK
Same way I make plays, same way I'm in the field
I'm a fuckin money train
Told niggas how to hustle
How to carve they own lane
Told niggas be themselves
Told them never be afraid
The industry full of lames
Underground really flame
Same paper as them major labels though we not the same
Independent bout it, bout it, homie shout out to the tank
Foreign car money spent that on my jet life chain
(Fuck that, that's bout it)
(We gon keep that)
(That's it)
(Ha-Ha)
In this bitch
And I'm already rich
But I'm still on the grind
So much more for me to get
Andretti in this bitch
Location Remote lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
East side, laboratory coats, testing the dope
I'm in a location remote, Ivory Coast
Tryna get high as I can go, the glass ceiling broke
Its never over, sole controller, all our chains golder
Diamonds brighter, you ain't gotta ask whose live-r
Niggas dyin' to be like us, losin' they minds tryin'
I'm in the basement scrapin' blades with all my sharpenin' irons
'Cause in times of peace that's when these snake niggas creep
You think you safe cause you deep, your goonies half sleep
Stooges if you ask me
Gibbs and Andretti fill that vault full of Fetti
Andretti and Gibbs that's like that barrel to your rib
It's that fucking real (Yup)
[Freddie Gibbs & Curren$y:]
Yeah
Eastside
Eastside, nigga fuck the peace sign
Yeah, yeah
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Ayy yo
Call the chiropractor this necklace is extra heavy on me
1963 Gold Ds, I went Andretti on it
Dipped the shoes in 24 karats and dropped a Chevy on it
Boss fuck a franchise tag, niggas can't Le'Veon me
'Cause of a bitch I had to sit the bench
L train blessed me you broke me off when I hit the bricks
Passing off the dog bitch I scored the dope and I get assist
Kidnapping IG trapping might get your sister hit
We taping mamas up, we filling them llamas up
Niggas making statements they Manafort Papadopoulos
Trump sweating bullets on Diet Coke sniffing powder up
And if he build the wall we gone bring that dope underground with us
Told my nigga Spitta your enemies are my enemies
I just solar powered up the Model X
Real nigga keep same energy, like what
I rep the pack like I'm Stunna Man
Legend in this bitch, might do Coachella as a hologram, Nigga
That is just exactly what they want you to believe
Let's just call it the phenomena
He outranks them
He, he outranks them
Sit down
I don't wanna sit, I want my money
Yeah
East side, laboratory coats, testing the dope
I'm in a location remote, Ivory Coast
Tryna get high as I can go, the glass ceiling broke
Its never over, sole controller, all our chains golder
Diamonds brighter, you ain't gotta ask whose live-r
Niggas dyin' to be like us, losin' they minds tryin'
I'm in the basement scrapin' blades with all my sharpenin' irons
'Cause in times of peace that's when these snake niggas creep
You think you safe cause you deep, your goonies half sleep
Stooges if you ask me
Gibbs and Andretti fill that vault full of Fetti
Andretti and Gibbs that's like that barrel to your rib
It's that fucking real (Yup)
[Freddie Gibbs & Curren$y:]
Yeah
Eastside
Eastside, nigga fuck the peace sign
Yeah, yeah
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Ayy yo
Call the chiropractor this necklace is extra heavy on me
1963 Gold Ds, I went Andretti on it
Dipped the shoes in 24 karats and dropped a Chevy on it
Boss fuck a franchise tag, niggas can't Le'Veon me
'Cause of a bitch I had to sit the bench
L train blessed me you broke me off when I hit the bricks
Passing off the dog bitch I scored the dope and I get assist
Kidnapping IG trapping might get your sister hit
We taping mamas up, we filling them llamas up
Niggas making statements they Manafort Papadopoulos
Trump sweating bullets on Diet Coke sniffing powder up
And if he build the wall we gone bring that dope underground with us
Told my nigga Spitta your enemies are my enemies
I just solar powered up the Model X
Real nigga keep same energy, like what
I rep the pack like I'm Stunna Man
Legend in this bitch, might do Coachella as a hologram, Nigga
That is just exactly what they want you to believe
Let's just call it the phenomena
He outranks them
He, he outranks them
Sit down
I don't wanna sit, I want my money
The Blow lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, yeah
Nigga just, you know what I'm sayin', the king of, you know
King of talkin' shit
Yeah, yeah
(You don't know how far, you don't know how much, you don't go, when you fuckin' with the blow)
Yeah, we goin'
Yeah, yeah yeah
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Shout to Gazi, Arabic numbers in my Rollie down
My baby said if I be faithful, she gone hold me down (Real shit)
I'm fuckin' these hoes, I want it all like an only child
About to take a trip, I got coke and dope on my grocery list
Oxytocin pack, I be switchin' rackets like Djokovic
Stood up on my deen, the machine ain't never promoted this
Coldest nigga you ever heard on Ellen or Otis shit
(And you know this shit)
Bitch, it's liquid golden when I'm over shit (Yeah)
I fill up the track like a Mr. T starter kit, spit the hardest shit
I should grow a muh fuckin' mohawk and get a black van with a red stripe
Nigga say I got 'em for his weight, I shot him in his face
That pussy boy was dead right (Dead right)
It's just a freestyle, let a nigga breathe
I don't know what's worse
To have the IRS or have your baby mamas in a nigga's cheese
Had to cut a couple bitches off
I guess they used to think that they was out a nigga league
Ghostface, I got ice cream
Russian, Puerto Rican, Black and Blackanese
[Curren$y:]
You don't know how far
That shit easier than writing
You can go, how much
Federal photographers
You can grow, how far
I don't know why the fuck I wanted to say that, shit
You can go, when you fuckin' with the blow
From a seven hundred square foot apartment
Never claim to be the king of New Orleans
Though my new castle one of the largest
From helicopters, federal photographers takin' pictures
My driveway full of Impalas and I'm not stoppin' for one minute
If they really thought they knew somethin'
They would've been came to come get me
Not sayin' that they would've got me, though
You copy, bro, I'm out of my hobby
Desert dune-buggies and Kawasakis
You gotta know to have fun with your money
Young hustler, watch me
Keep hittas around me
'Cause niggas be clownin', can't trust nobody
It might be your partner that drop your body
That shit not shockin'
I see it all the time, livin' in this wild world of crime
Scribblin' lines on her mirror
Bitches nose dive, who am I
You don't know how far
You can go, how much you can grow, how far
You can go, when you fuckin' with the blow
[Sample:]
You mean to tell me you guys have never snorted coke?
Well, I always wanted to try, you know
But you want to, right? Why not?
It's great stuff, Albi
A friend of mine just brought it over from California
Nigga just, you know what I'm sayin', the king of, you know
King of talkin' shit
Yeah, yeah
(You don't know how far, you don't know how much, you don't go, when you fuckin' with the blow)
Yeah, we goin'
Yeah, yeah yeah
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Shout to Gazi, Arabic numbers in my Rollie down
My baby said if I be faithful, she gone hold me down (Real shit)
I'm fuckin' these hoes, I want it all like an only child
About to take a trip, I got coke and dope on my grocery list
Oxytocin pack, I be switchin' rackets like Djokovic
Stood up on my deen, the machine ain't never promoted this
Coldest nigga you ever heard on Ellen or Otis shit
(And you know this shit)
Bitch, it's liquid golden when I'm over shit (Yeah)
I fill up the track like a Mr. T starter kit, spit the hardest shit
I should grow a muh fuckin' mohawk and get a black van with a red stripe
Nigga say I got 'em for his weight, I shot him in his face
That pussy boy was dead right (Dead right)
It's just a freestyle, let a nigga breathe
I don't know what's worse
To have the IRS or have your baby mamas in a nigga's cheese
Had to cut a couple bitches off
I guess they used to think that they was out a nigga league
Ghostface, I got ice cream
Russian, Puerto Rican, Black and Blackanese
[Curren$y:]
You don't know how far
That shit easier than writing
You can go, how much
Federal photographers
You can grow, how far
I don't know why the fuck I wanted to say that, shit
You can go, when you fuckin' with the blow
From a seven hundred square foot apartment
Never claim to be the king of New Orleans
Though my new castle one of the largest
From helicopters, federal photographers takin' pictures
My driveway full of Impalas and I'm not stoppin' for one minute
If they really thought they knew somethin'
They would've been came to come get me
Not sayin' that they would've got me, though
You copy, bro, I'm out of my hobby
Desert dune-buggies and Kawasakis
You gotta know to have fun with your money
Young hustler, watch me
Keep hittas around me
'Cause niggas be clownin', can't trust nobody
It might be your partner that drop your body
That shit not shockin'
I see it all the time, livin' in this wild world of crime
Scribblin' lines on her mirror
Bitches nose dive, who am I
You don't know how far
You can go, how much you can grow, how far
You can go, when you fuckin' with the blow
[Sample:]
You mean to tell me you guys have never snorted coke?
Well, I always wanted to try, you know
But you want to, right? Why not?
It's great stuff, Albi
A friend of mine just brought it over from California
New Thangs lyrics - Curren$y
[Documentary & Curren$y:]
The white girl is Donna, another prostitute
In five years she has had five pimps
She now operates without one
I'm makin' good around love affair, and I done
Employ 'em for love affair
That's what they love, like
Everybody wants love (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And a pimp isn't going to go like that
As soon as another younger, cuter girl comes along that can make more money
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, dada-da, dada-da, dada-da, dada, da)
I'm going after her
I can't stand
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Curren$y:]
Uh, white and yellow Airmax as I step out my Lac
Plus I smell like a pack, little cologne mixed with that
My partners always strapped, I don't be on all that
They be wherever I'm at because they know how y'all act
I pulled up in a what's this, I came out in a what's that
A little switch up move and that's a stunt double pack
They talk but never attack, I walk with God I'm relaxed
I got a Rollie collection, you duckin' bill collectors
(Gone take you to that next level)
You niggas always stressin'
I'm in a suite in a Westin in a notebook sketchin'
New designs for the season, fashion week we gonna sneak 'em
Yeah
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Yeah, yeah
Rockin' Virgil Airmax, Off-White cook crack
I got the razor blade and clippers you get your shit pushed back
I turned some shit into sugarcane a nigga couldn't look back
I can't evade these gangsta ways, I guess the hood did that
One pair of shoes now I got everything to lose
Virginia street blues
Your credit score fucked up in the set, ain't paid your street dues
Pussy ass nigga
Runnin' around with a motherfuckin' pack like you ain't
Like you did that shit before the Kane nigga, Kane train bitch
You niggas always stressin', I'm at a suite at the Westin
Fucked at the Waldorf Astoria with Alicia and Gloria
I promise every bitch I fucked in 2018 was a foreigner
Dead homies in my wall, I zip 'em up like the coroner
And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it
But I still twist up in that Chevy or that Lac God damn it
And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it
But I still twist up in that Chevy or that Lac God damn it
It's Gangsta Kane
The white girl is Donna, another prostitute
In five years she has had five pimps
She now operates without one
I'm makin' good around love affair, and I done
Employ 'em for love affair
That's what they love, like
Everybody wants love (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And a pimp isn't going to go like that
As soon as another younger, cuter girl comes along that can make more money
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, dada-da, dada-da, dada-da, dada, da)
I'm going after her
I can't stand
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Curren$y:]
Uh, white and yellow Airmax as I step out my Lac
Plus I smell like a pack, little cologne mixed with that
My partners always strapped, I don't be on all that
They be wherever I'm at because they know how y'all act
I pulled up in a what's this, I came out in a what's that
A little switch up move and that's a stunt double pack
They talk but never attack, I walk with God I'm relaxed
I got a Rollie collection, you duckin' bill collectors
(Gone take you to that next level)
You niggas always stressin'
I'm in a suite in a Westin in a notebook sketchin'
New designs for the season, fashion week we gonna sneak 'em
Yeah
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Yeah, yeah
Rockin' Virgil Airmax, Off-White cook crack
I got the razor blade and clippers you get your shit pushed back
I turned some shit into sugarcane a nigga couldn't look back
I can't evade these gangsta ways, I guess the hood did that
One pair of shoes now I got everything to lose
Virginia street blues
Your credit score fucked up in the set, ain't paid your street dues
Pussy ass nigga
Runnin' around with a motherfuckin' pack like you ain't
Like you did that shit before the Kane nigga, Kane train bitch
You niggas always stressin', I'm at a suite at the Westin
Fucked at the Waldorf Astoria with Alicia and Gloria
I promise every bitch I fucked in 2018 was a foreigner
Dead homies in my wall, I zip 'em up like the coroner
And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it
But I still twist up in that Chevy or that Lac God damn it
And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it
But I still twist up in that Chevy or that Lac God damn it
It's Gangsta Kane
Saturday Night Special lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Gold thangs on a bar of soap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eastside
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ladada-dada, dada, dada
Uh, yeah
And that Rolls Royce float
Clean, like I put a set of gold things on a bar of soap
What's in every bar? Another motivational quote
While these niggas going through phases
I never mutated or deviated from the life or mission statement
This is preservation of the vibe
Never let them forget the time
Well they say you was a rapper
You fasho had to know how to rhyme
I keep my passport close, 'cause it eases my mind
(Eases my mind)
It's a shame what they did to it
Now the rap just don't go that same route
When they take rawness away, just
Just they make it too pretty
I'm feelin' trapped on this revolvin' land mine
That could blow at any minute
Saturday night special with one bullet in the chamber
And six cylnders spinnin'
Russian Roulette, the American Dream could be your death
Or it could be everything
[Freddie Gibbs:]
It's M.O.B. everything
Back in '03 had Gucci seats, I put Gs on everything
Made matrimony with this game
I got cocaine when it rains
Them niggas taxin' for the nina
They want like ten and some change
I got my tears and my pain
I got my balls and my girl
And I ain't breakin' that shit for a nigga or bitch
That shit is absurd
I'm controversial with these verbs
Like Christopher Wallace with words
Felix Mitchell with birds
Malcolm X with the perm
Nigga
Freddie Gibbs; I heard the name, but I didn't know
Like, I didn't know how good he was
It was after the photoshoot
After I had already shook hands with him and met him
I told him this when I seen him again, too, out in LA
I was like, yo, I was like, yo, I ain't even know, like, you really good
Yeah
Bitch hit my line said she wanna go eat and drink and smoke and shit (Goofy bitch)
Before I hung up, I said call me when you want some dick
(Want some dick)
I'll never go broke in this game
I'll charge it on a bitch (Charge it on a bitch)
So, my family and my kids will never want for shit
Stuck in a cell with no windows but I got a pot to piss
Smokin' that dope on a daily
Fucked up the probation, I gotta go drop some piss
Hope in a truck, and I throw on that Twista
Adrenaline Rush on some mobster shit
Even when niggas was broke
We made it look rich, bitch, I'ma optimist
My presence'll fuck up your confidence
Freaky bitches, I'm they confidant
Trappin' out of muh fuckas rappers, slappin' these Poppadoc
RZA with the zippers, official men chop it off the block
Once I made an M, I ain't give a fuck if I popped a knot
And I can't swim, a nigga ain't never had dreams of coppin' yachts
But I kowabunga, servin' that pussy at a thousand knots
Rest in peace to Rup Tale Jesus, I need a billion bucks
Goon with the balloon, ain't no helium, but I sealed him up
Feel the rush
Gold thangs on a bar of soap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eastside
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ladada-dada, dada, dada
Uh, yeah
And that Rolls Royce float
Clean, like I put a set of gold things on a bar of soap
What's in every bar? Another motivational quote
While these niggas going through phases
I never mutated or deviated from the life or mission statement
This is preservation of the vibe
Never let them forget the time
Well they say you was a rapper
You fasho had to know how to rhyme
I keep my passport close, 'cause it eases my mind
(Eases my mind)
It's a shame what they did to it
Now the rap just don't go that same route
When they take rawness away, just
Just they make it too pretty
I'm feelin' trapped on this revolvin' land mine
That could blow at any minute
Saturday night special with one bullet in the chamber
And six cylnders spinnin'
Russian Roulette, the American Dream could be your death
Or it could be everything
[Freddie Gibbs:]
It's M.O.B. everything
Back in '03 had Gucci seats, I put Gs on everything
Made matrimony with this game
I got cocaine when it rains
Them niggas taxin' for the nina
They want like ten and some change
I got my tears and my pain
I got my balls and my girl
And I ain't breakin' that shit for a nigga or bitch
That shit is absurd
I'm controversial with these verbs
Like Christopher Wallace with words
Felix Mitchell with birds
Malcolm X with the perm
Nigga
Freddie Gibbs; I heard the name, but I didn't know
Like, I didn't know how good he was
It was after the photoshoot
After I had already shook hands with him and met him
I told him this when I seen him again, too, out in LA
I was like, yo, I was like, yo, I ain't even know, like, you really good
Yeah
Bitch hit my line said she wanna go eat and drink and smoke and shit (Goofy bitch)
Before I hung up, I said call me when you want some dick
(Want some dick)
I'll never go broke in this game
I'll charge it on a bitch (Charge it on a bitch)
So, my family and my kids will never want for shit
Stuck in a cell with no windows but I got a pot to piss
Smokin' that dope on a daily
Fucked up the probation, I gotta go drop some piss
Hope in a truck, and I throw on that Twista
Adrenaline Rush on some mobster shit
Even when niggas was broke
We made it look rich, bitch, I'ma optimist
My presence'll fuck up your confidence
Freaky bitches, I'm they confidant
Trappin' out of muh fuckas rappers, slappin' these Poppadoc
RZA with the zippers, official men chop it off the block
Once I made an M, I ain't give a fuck if I popped a knot
And I can't swim, a nigga ain't never had dreams of coppin' yachts
But I kowabunga, servin' that pussy at a thousand knots
Rest in peace to Rup Tale Jesus, I need a billion bucks
Goon with the balloon, ain't no helium, but I sealed him up
Feel the rush
Now & Later Gators lyrics - Curren$y
Snort somethin'
Do what you do
You know it's alright, baby
All night, baby
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know it's alright, baby
We goin' all night, baby (Ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Slidin' down on them F blades, like
Yeah, white two tone Escalade like (All night baby)
Fuck rap, a nigga stay paid like (All night baby)
How you livin', nigga live made like (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Freak hoes, them bitches stay choosin' me
Rich bitch, I should've charged a choosin' fee
Yeah, but I don't got time for these hoes, truthfully
Yeah, I whipped the wet and VVS the jewelry
Pimp like I got now-and-later gators on
Bitches on my phone, you know we can do it all night baby
(All night baby)
You know it's alright baby
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga play the game
Thirty for a thing, you can come and get it all night baby
(All night baby)
You know it's all white baby
(All white baby)
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Slidin' down on them glass feet like
Yeah, back pack on Swisha Sweet like
Yeah, she let me beat, a nigga don't repeat like
(I ain't gone say shit, baby, don't worry about it)
That's how it is when niggas live the street life, yeah
Freak hoes, them bitches stay choosin' me
Rich bitch, I should've charged a choosin' fee
Yeah, but I don't have time for these hoes, usually (Yeah)
Yeah, I whipped the wet and VVS the jewelry (Yeah)
Pimp like I got now-and-later gator on
Bitches on my phone, you know we can do it all night baby
(All night baby)
You know it's alright baby
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do what you do
You know it's alright, baby
All night, baby
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know it's alright, baby
We goin' all night, baby (Ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Slidin' down on them F blades, like
Yeah, white two tone Escalade like (All night baby)
Fuck rap, a nigga stay paid like (All night baby)
How you livin', nigga live made like (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Freak hoes, them bitches stay choosin' me
Rich bitch, I should've charged a choosin' fee
Yeah, but I don't got time for these hoes, truthfully
Yeah, I whipped the wet and VVS the jewelry
Pimp like I got now-and-later gators on
Bitches on my phone, you know we can do it all night baby
(All night baby)
You know it's alright baby
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga play the game
Thirty for a thing, you can come and get it all night baby
(All night baby)
You know it's all white baby
(All white baby)
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Slidin' down on them glass feet like
Yeah, back pack on Swisha Sweet like
Yeah, she let me beat, a nigga don't repeat like
(I ain't gone say shit, baby, don't worry about it)
That's how it is when niggas live the street life, yeah
Freak hoes, them bitches stay choosin' me
Rich bitch, I should've charged a choosin' fee
Yeah, but I don't have time for these hoes, usually (Yeah)
Yeah, I whipped the wet and VVS the jewelry (Yeah)
Pimp like I got now-and-later gator on
Bitches on my phone, you know we can do it all night baby
(All night baby)
You know it's alright baby
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No Window Tints lyrics - Curren$y
To go, to go, to go, to go
The sounds (Yeah) Just the wind on my skin
[Curren$y:]
Uh, fine fabrics, interior serious
Dash board lavish, 14-Karat gold instruments
I'm outside looking at it, I didn't even sit in it yet
I can't believe that it's just how I envisioned it
Watchin' the speed limits baby, we smokin' weed in it
Without no window tints, to me that don't make no sense
Can't hide, when you this fly
Them niggas is seeing it
Takin' in this sunset on the lake
While reminiscing on how narrowly I escaped
We divide the cake, brunches with the heads of state
Mimosas on different coasts and these niggas ain't even close
They don't want no smoke
Them niggas broke they wan't hand outs
I'd rather hand them a rope
Standing in one place won't get you paid
They fire desperation shots but I'm not fazed
The sounds (Yeah) Just the wind on my skin
[Curren$y:]
Uh, fine fabrics, interior serious
Dash board lavish, 14-Karat gold instruments
I'm outside looking at it, I didn't even sit in it yet
I can't believe that it's just how I envisioned it
Watchin' the speed limits baby, we smokin' weed in it
Without no window tints, to me that don't make no sense
Can't hide, when you this fly
Them niggas is seeing it
Takin' in this sunset on the lake
While reminiscing on how narrowly I escaped
We divide the cake, brunches with the heads of state
Mimosas on different coasts and these niggas ain't even close
They don't want no smoke
Them niggas broke they wan't hand outs
I'd rather hand them a rope
Standing in one place won't get you paid
They fire desperation shots but I'm not fazed
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
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
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$y:]
Bullshit run a marathon
Rap shit got my parkin' Bentleys on a lawn
Continental Ts, got that red label, all ours
Don't confuse me with these other rap frauds
I'm a crocodile in the swamp
Them niggas a little frogs
Back to back, G bodies, Chevies with my dogs
Freddie safe full of fetti, plottin' another heist
Already, I'm ready, already outside
3 in the morn, like Bundy told Sincere
My nigga come on, I'm 'bout to start blowin' the muh fucka horn
I'm tryna get everything I want painted and rimmed up
Before the fall really hit
This jet life shit, ESGN, sippin' juice and gin
Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Money and yo bitch, both on my line
Told shorty that I can't make it, told money I'll be on the way, quick
Sands in the hour glass, so goes the days of our lives
Make sure you touch something luxurious before you die
Light one for Mac Miller, blue slide
Park, in the sky, still in here
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Yeah
Rest in peace, Mac
Wet dope on ground and paper, I lay it down
Let it dry, you can leave the money and stick around
Feel like I'm stuck in the system, runaway slave child
My lifestyle straight out the gang files
Can't drank, insane, bunny rabbit five game
Rest in peace Big Lord, he took a thigh shot in the main vein
Bitch, I rap for fun and sell that coco leaf to maintain
Niggas gettin' a check up off that Meth, I made a lane change
Walk the white, walk the wheat
Cookin' up that Jesse Pink
Niggas'll open up they mouth to talk, but they don't often eat
Me and my comrades is well fed
Sincerely yours, unfadeable Fred
Kane
What else can I say (I say)
You kept it real, today
Uh
[Curren$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
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...
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
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
[?]
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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$y
Heist in broad day light
Shattered the glass
Popped the wheelie on the motorbike
These hoes was out of sight
My hitters were close by
Your shooters was no-shows
Now your hands been exposed
We know what you want bro
Water in the lawn
Just [?] sharks in the polo bro
Terror claw, tinder [?]
Playing fetch with my dogs
Doing what I say I do in my music
One of the truest
Word to see murder, made the law see murder
Pull up in the newest
Clouds are the loudest
Coming out when I open the door
Its like a smoke bomb exploded
Not worried about a bitch though
Its just how much weight that bitch hold
Is your name ringing in the strip club
Can you bring us more hoes
Tryna have the flighest horses anyone ever rode
In the stable ran in the race to bring the prize money home
Shattered the glass
Popped the wheelie on the motorbike
These hoes was out of sight
My hitters were close by
Your shooters was no-shows
Now your hands been exposed
We know what you want bro
Water in the lawn
Just [?] sharks in the polo bro
Terror claw, tinder [?]
Playing fetch with my dogs
Doing what I say I do in my music
One of the truest
Word to see murder, made the law see murder
Pull up in the newest
Clouds are the loudest
Coming out when I open the door
Its like a smoke bomb exploded
Not worried about a bitch though
Its just how much weight that bitch hold
Is your name ringing in the strip club
Can you bring us more hoes
Tryna have the flighest horses anyone ever rode
In the stable ran in the race to bring the prize money home
Radar Tower lyrics - Curren$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
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
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]
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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$y:]
Balling in public but flying private
Millionaires on the low, higher than a bitch though
Looking for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the money piling, and there's not a problem
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the cars hella options, smoking exotic
Balling in public but flying private
Millionaires on the low, higher than a bitch though
Looking for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the money piling, and there's not a problem
Started out hustling with a couple of dollars
Now the cars hella options, smoking exotic
I'm on gas like BP
Five hour session got enough for a EP
Touch down on the Westside
Kushed God style ain't nothing like free weed
Six hours on commercial
But it feel a little faster if you flying on G3
High def DZA, right, I'm living life in 3D
Mmm, gosh I'm lit, kiss the sky thank God for this
Alexander Wang on my goddess fits
Stay laced in Anonymous
All day I'm smoking personals, little steak and some Merlot
Stay dripped in the 'Berg tho
Shit the freezer where the furs go
My favorite lady is a Virgo
I got a turkey bag stash in my Yeezy box
Emergency option if I need some pot
In a safe place case the D's come stop
Do the speed limit whether we got P's or not
How I made it through I have you pondering
I just checked out and the Mondrian
The pack touch down it's the calmest win
Lay back with a ganja grin
[Curren$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?
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
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
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
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
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$y:]
Yeah, riding in shit that you could never get
Sliding with a bitch that you could never hit
Dressed in some shit I know you could never find
I'm so happy I'm not on the other side
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Smoking weed
[Curren$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
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