Chasin' Paper lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Pharrell)

[Curren$y:]

I know what it's like

To want it all, I was born to ball

Making Lamborghini engine sounds pedaling my bike

Lusted at luxury life since a tyke

Switches on a Monte Carlo turn a car into a trike

These images was burned in my mind

Chasing that paper like it stole something of mine

It did though, friends killed over small bills

I still go, hard spitting bars for them folk

Life so fragile

But the big bucks lay down the road less travelled

Cause they scared of the hazards

We living for the money, nigga we dying to have it

These hoes shaking asses doing lines

Popping valiums adding to a long list of bad habits

Niggas murdering, burglaring and kidnapping

Dashing and cashing all in the midst of the madness

[Pharrell:]

I know

I was there so I seen and I did what you up to

I know you're chasing the paper (my nigga)

I know that you're scared but it's there and the girls wanna fuck you

I know you're chasing that paper (you're chasing that paper)

[Curren$y:]

I know what that it is

All I wanted was some rims

I had a couple girls

But I knew if I had some chrome, I could multiply them hoes by ten

Materialistic, them bitches is kinda hypocritic though my nigga

Because we play the same games with 'em

Guilty of it fuck it though

I'm lane switching with no roof like a house when a tornado hit it

No kidding this world ain't Disney

These characters is after your pennies

Stack up can't go far with the dealings

Pimpin, back up, look at the whole picture and then see if it add up

I ain't no mathematician but I can count

On the jets fetching a very large amount

Racks on, racks on racks

Stretch marks on my account

I know how you feel I'm still feeling it now

[Pharrell:]

I know

I was there so I seen and I did what you up to

I know you're chasing the paper (my nigga)

I know that you're scared but it's there and the girls wanna fuck you

I know you're chasing that paper (you're chasing that paper)

[Curren$y:]

Eyes low but I'm still watching outsiders

Baby girl know that she rolling with a rida

Money on my mind yeah that shit is inside us

I'm up all night chasing paper (paper)

Eyes low but I'm still watching outsiders

Baby girl know that she rolling with a rida

Money on my mind yeah that shit is inside us

I'm up all night chasing paper (paper)

[Pharrell:]

I know

I was there so I seen and I did what you up to

I know you're chasing the paper (my nigga)

I know that you're scared but it's there and the girls wanna fuck you

I know you're chasing that paper (you're chasing that paper)

That's The Thing lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Estelle)

[Estelle:]

I keep on comin' back oh back to you

Baby uh

I keep on comin' back

[Curren$y:]

From day one they down to ride

Every second since then, they're by my side

Broken hearted from the lies, often she cried

But holdin' on to love for dear life

Before everything was good, we had a greater time

But fall out over something, a few months down the line

See clearly love is blind cause we can't see a way out this

Nor reach a compromise, honestly I'm not tryin'

Cause I wanna be with you but they callin' me outside

And I'm like How can a man choose? I wish you'd understand

That them others ones ain't you, I really just be playin'

Might smash up and be through, but my heart's still in your hand

And I promise that's the truth and I hear what you be sayin'

And I feel your point of view

But somewhere I forget that shit, get caught up in the loot

Late night speedin' them coupes

I respect it if you left me but I'm glad you never do

[Estelle:]

See here's the thing

I won't sit here broken hearted

Boy, we gon get back where we started

'Cause I won't need you, no

I gained too much to lose

I've already bothered you

And there's nothing left but just us two

You're everything (You're everything)

See that's the thing (See that's the thing)

Yea, that's the thing

[Curren$y:]

And I don't fall asleep next to none of them hoes

No matter what's poppin' I be sure to make it home

There's no excuse for wilin', I'm just makin' sure it's known

But I'm actually not doin' half of what I could be doin'

I'm slowin' down, tryna make improvements

Thinkin' 'bout the future and shit that one cohesive unit

Raise a little princess, a junior

Soon as I make enough with this music

This dream got my attention love be patient as I pursue it

It'll benefit the both us if you'd just sit through it

When it's all said and done we would have built a thing of beauty

And sail into the setting sun, but I already know

That you done heard this like a thousand times before

And I done said it like million times more

But I've been sincere, I see us winnin' and we almost there

[Estelle:]

See here's the thing

I won't sit here broken hearted

Boy, we gon get back where we started

'Cause I won't need you, no

I gained too much to lose

I've already bothered you

And there's nothing left but just us two

You're everything (You're everything)

See that's the thing (See that's the thing)

Yea, that's the thing

You wanna go with me and we connect

Now we're supposed to be

I'm all yours, all yours, all day

And I could fix

I'm gonna walk you out

Cause I proved out

So I tough it out

So I'm all yours, all yours, all day

See here's the thing

I won't sit here broken hearted

Boy, we gon get back where we started

'Cause I won't need you, no

I gained too much to lose

I've already bothered you

And there's nothing left but just us two

You're everything (You're everything)

See that's the thing (See that's the thing)

Yea, that's the thing

I said I love you

That's the thing

I won't allow you

See that's the thing

You know I love you

See that's the thing

Chandelier lyrics - Curren$y

Out here there are no stars

Out here we are stoned

Chandeliers in the ceiling

Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a

Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion

Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women

But still he tried

Chandeliers in the ceiling, remind her of the time

That she was ridin' with me, I'm always on her mind

But I be on my mission she smile and she cry

Any time she see him

Shorty had her own money

Everytime she came through she brung it

Didn't want nothing from me, but for me to kick it

Play the cut, be the make-believe husband

Couldn't stomach the fact that I was always running

In and out out of them streets, in and out them freaks

And I didn't hide nothing, from her I was a hundred

That's why she couldn't leave, I kept it way too G

Her family in her ear, advising her that she should be

With a doctor, a lawyer, someone with a degree

But she wanted no pointers, was happiest with me

Nightlife cruising something in a spoiler with two seats

Making real jet movements, this lifestyle wild, these hoes attached to it

I fucked up, she say fuck me and then she really do it

Living this life is foolish, so I rather let you slide

Even though I hate to do it

Real life situations....out here there are no stars

Chandeliers in the ceiling

Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a

Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion

Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women

But still he tried

From the pages of the fashion magazine

To Twitter, to plane tickets to get her here with me

Lying to them other guys, but keeping it sincere with me

At least that's what she wish that I believe

Boomerang style, right outta the silver screen

Same player ways as mine, dog attitude with a feline

Simple real nigga made a bee line, hard to shine like he shine

But when I was off on the grind, laid with lesser niggas in the meantime

Double standard rules apply

You can't do what a man do

He don't look good in the streets' eyes

And they watchin' the people, lookin' for signs of weakness

Makin' moves with a floozy, you'll be lookin' like a sizzimp

And the vultures out to eat them, and I can't be in that number

So it's on the late night fuck news, can't be seen in the public

By then she always fussin, and I ain't got the time

So I have to let her slide, she think about me when she high

Real life situations...just got those from looking through my phone

Chandeliers in the ceiling

Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a

Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion

Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women

But still he tried

Chandeliers in the ceiling

Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a

Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion

Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women

But still he tried

Fast Cars Faster Women lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Daz Dillinger)

[Curren$y:]

Lately I been, thinking 'bout GT3's

Chrome rims, South Beach in the middle of the street

Not parked ain't trippin' I'll accept them lil' penalties when I get 'em

If the papers wasn't so thick, I probably roll the joint in the middle of 'em

Fool ain't know Spitta just inclined to go and get it

We all like the new Benz, I just got mine a lil' bit quicker

A glimpse into this Jet living as fast cars faster women

I would've been mega-pimping, I ain't have the time to put in it

Though I still mack official minus the stripes and the whistle

That's cold game deliver Direct TV Sunday ticket

Suckas can't be down so they just be mad with us

We don't drink or smoke our hash with them ass kissers

You gotta be your own man 'fore I ever call you mister

They gon' have to call me billionaire Jet this year

Still on my hustle, bitches still love him

Big block Chevy motor running, you can hear him coming

Yea focused on money, keep them numbers doubling

If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing

Still on my hustle, bitches still love him

Big block Chevy motor running, you can hear him coming

Yea focused on money, keep them numbers doubling

If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing

[Daz Dillinger:]

I begin my day off with a half ounce

Clocked in on that cash route, bust you in yo' damn mouth

Million pounds of vegetation, semi-auto registration

Built millions off being patient, clutch in, no hesitation

I roll by, I shake the ground with my presence

Bitches scream my name, you tell yo' nigga yea I said it

Run and tell a message, motherfuckas keep up gossip

You see more money more problems, you tell me how a nigga solve 'em

(See I can't call it, I stay balling, never falling off

You still a pussy ass nigga if your heart is soft)

You pay the cost, point seen, money lost, taking off

In that Jet Life, kill you quick and see you in the next life

See I'm forever paid, rollie, Gazelle shades

I got it made, cloud to smoke, you know a nigga dazed

(See that's the motto that I live by

Curren$y, you know that m-o-n-e-e-y)

[Curren$y:]

Still on my hustle, bitches still love him

Big block Chevy motor running, you can hear him coming

Yea focused on money, keep them numbers doubling

If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing

Still on my hustle, bitches still love him

Big block Chevy motor running, you can hear him coming

Yea focused on money, keep them numbers doubling

If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing

Jet Life lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Wiz Khalifa)

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Don't miss this jet ho

[Curren$y:]

Club couches, gold digging hoes hounding

Wishing to wake up in one of our houses

'Cause we got it, they want it, high end shopping on Rodeo

Bags, boxes being carried, they wishing we was married

Yacht party, I suggested she wear no socks with her Sperrys

Choppin vulgar and proper over vodka and cranberry

She wasn't offended, she was all the way with it

Said she rolling with me cause she know I'm going for the millions

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Don't miss this jet ho

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Let's go, hold it in and don't let go

Diamonds frozen up, pockets swollen up

I been rolling up since I was old enough

Niggas wanna talk about us, nigga, what about timing?

Niggas wanna talk about luck, nigga, what about grinding?

I'm baking wherever I want

I'm paid so my trunk in the front

Make in a day what you make in a month

Got a lot of cash so a nigga gon' stunt

Spend it on grass, Spitta rolling one up

Yeah we live fast but the main thing is trust

TGOD, keep gin in a cup

Get in where you fit in, I'm winning

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Don't miss this jet ho

[Curren$y:]

Twisting up sour, living in a tower

In a double S Impala, horse power

Girls follow, recognize and seek guidance on counting dollars

High on top a money mountain, never coming down it

Looking for a G, capital, well you found it

Green back stacks, overseas his accounts is

She know all about it, mama ain't stupid

She know this her time and, she's about to choose him

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho

Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life

Don't miss this jet ho

[Curren$y:]

Bitches who tryna move up be quick to choose us

Wanna run with us, well you gotta lose them losers

Bitches who tryna move up be quick to choose us

Wanna run with us, first you gotta lose them losers

Audio Dope III lyrics - Curren$y

What car chases are made of

Get high, give motherfuckers what they came for

On-sight appraisal

You ain't worth shit streaks on newspaper

Square, fruity ass nigga, you a Now and Later

Can't do me shit, you just like to say it, huh?

Harmless, water balloon bomb threats

My reign supreme, I got your main bitch wet

Step the fuck off, homeboy, you lost it

See fathers be sons by my bossness

Jet life, front office

Hand orders down to my sergeant, motherfucker, we the army

Better yet, the navy, air force assault team

Game to be sold, holla at me for consulting

Success resulting from whatever I invest myself in

I come up like gull wings

From this high up, your big plans look like small things

Could you please land my plane in New Orleans?

I got the ref in my crib cause I'm balling

My bitch cook every night but I rap like I'm starving

Effortless progression

Like that moving sidewalk thing in the airport

Motherfuck that, teleport, he was last in the park scene

In a pair of Polo chinos and some white gold rosary beads

Feeding pigeons bread crust and saltines

Laying low, highly enlightened, though

Pinning these quotes

Audio dope

Steady giving these suckas rope

Audio dope

Steady giving real people hope

Audio dope

One More Time lyrics - Curren$y

Stones, stoned

Immaculate

Stoned

Jet life, jet life, jet life

Lo sweaters & better, bitch bring it on

Stacked enough cheddar to change the weather love, where we goin'?

Land into them coupes with the fine leather, 6 figure gas pedals

I got these broads under pressure, cause they been knowin'

See that nigga there? Year after year he top scorin'

How you want it? Them leers or them 7-87 boeings?

Wutchu doin'? Them roadsters tourin' editions with the tops on 'em

One thing's fo' sho, them J.L.R. boys be quick to drop on 'em

No hot soup for em', without warnin'

Either a nigga hella high, touchin' the clouds or the sky fallin'

I do this for my league money niggas and my home boys who not ballin'

Trill bitches know that I keep me a fifty tucked in my sock for em'

Roll up, hot box the Caprice out, make the block fog

Let 'em out, get back on my paper route, stack house

Keep that shit bumpin' like a drive-through crack house

Rap hustlin' she wait for em', to come inside, so I could smash out

Love, roll the weed up, let your head down, shut the blinds

Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more, turn

Wait, turn around one more, turn

Let your head down, shut the blinds

Wait, turn around one more, turn

Put your head down, shut the blinds

Couple years ago one, turn around

Put your head down, shut the blinds

Couple years ago wait, turn around, one more time

Wait up, let your head down, shut the blinds

Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time

Roll the weed up, let your hair down, shut the blinds

Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time

Love

Roll the weed up, let your hair down, shut the blinds

Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time

Love

Jet life, jet life

Love

Jet life, jet life

Love

Shut the blinds

One more time

J.L.R. lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Smoke DZA)

'Fore I left up my house

I kill it while I'm on the

Ehm, life

Fuck are you takin' me for?

One of you sucker niggas who forget the set when he blow

Thou shalt not rest until I make my whole fam rich

[Curren$y:]

Uh, my shift on the flo

My top in the trunk homie, my phone in the dunk

Finishin' up a jurnt, had it almost rolled

'Fore I left out my house, I kill it while I'm on the road

On the way to your girl house, you don't know that's mine

Smashed out at my homie crib, as far as it goes

Snatch the shower, change clothes, back to the same old

Triple OG Gang, the furry kangol

Keeping everything the same, word to what I drove

Double S Impala bubble on the stock chromes

Opportunity came knockin' but I wasn't home

I was at opportunity house, takin' the valuables out

Like fuck that, we want it now

This is jet life, my niggas is buying stocks

Like fuck that, we want it now

This is jet life, my god sons want drops

The fuck you thought this was dawg?

We them illest motherfuckers after all

We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow

J.L.R

Like the fuck you thought this was dawg?

We them endless motherfuckers after all

We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow

J.L.R

[Young Roddy:]

J.L.R

Aye what they thought this was dawg?

We them illest motherfuckers after all

We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow

Nigga I'm bound to make it

I told 'em hoes I was gonna be ballin'

Like the shot off that glass, uh I caused it

They talkin' 'bout all my camp, nigga beg your pardon

I ain't never had no foreign whip but I had a foreign bitch

Chasin' juvenile like in the trip

And we all don't get no chance like this

So I'm goin' in, I'll try my best to dodge them pigs

Tried my best to dodge that pig

If I could I'd do it again

Money racks they spend, I do it big

Check my paw prints, got the skills to pay my rent

Got enough game to take your bitch, girl be fuckin' me big

My jersey numba and my main bitch

Be a 10, that's some playa shit

But where we from only strong win, and that's J.L.R

Yea yea yea

The fuck you thought this was dawg?

We them illest motherfuckers after all

We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow

J.L.R

Like the fuck you thought this was dawg?

We them endless motherfuckers after all

We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow

J.L.R

[Smoke DZA:]

Rrriiight, the fuck you thought this was dawg

We them illest motherfuckers after all

Have this whole world changed by tomorrow

I'll be the young high fellow, fly mellow

Straight from the ghetto, illest nigga out the triborough

And I'm the newest member of the jet life team

And I'm 'a bring my nigga Phelps mad more cream

Lo galore, kill these niggas looks fo' sha

Bout to takem em back where thirstin took 'em before

Ah, Kushed god, hear my scriptures

Know you see me in the Mag posing like Tazz in my picture

Rugby's on the bed, rugby's on the wall, rugby's on the floor

Mirror, mirror, still the freshest of them all

I feel you bro, now them bitches think I'm ballin'

So they be actin' differently when I be up in Harlem

The fuck you thought this was dawg?

We them illest motherfuckers after all

We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow

J.L.R

Like the fuck you thought this was dawg?

We them endless motherfuckers after all

We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow

J.L.R

Lost In The Bossness lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)

[Curren$y:]

Uh, circle of bosses, bear skin rug

My magic carpet, broads dissapear off

Tits thighs so soft, ain't nah nigga touch

Unless he accepting the charges, 'cept for ya mans

From New Orleans, them broads is smart enough to know

That he a pro, and for G he never falling

So fuck 'em for a good time, then fall the fuck off for he push you off

Because he on his grind, rollie never set for quality time

Grown-ass women, and little girl games

Thinking that rap is all the same

Think a fat ass gone buy her house

And it probably will from one of these lames

Sex for checks is the name of they game

But with the Jets, you don't go that route

They get lost in the bossness

And all turned aroud, they get lost in the bossness

If they can't swim the drown, they get lost in the bossness

What you bitches gon do now, they get lost in the bossness

Can't go back to fucking with them clowns, because you lost in the

[Trademark Da Skydiver:]

Blazing 50's, so back like out the T tops and vibe with me

Of course with me, some broads and a ounce of this new sticky

The whip cloudy, my clothes crispy

Ridien through the city getting high with my pretty bittie

My game to much for her really, I got her hook on she silly

I'm high, focused on millies, she high, focused and willing

To do anything I tell her, she does it because I'm winning

No simping, alive and high, up and living

[Curren$y:]

Grown-ass women, and little girl games

Thinking that rap is all the same

Think a fat ass gone buy her house

And it probably will from one of these lames

Sex for checks is the name of they game

But with the Jets, you don't go that route

They get lost in the bossness

And all turned aroud, they get lost in the bossness

If they can't swim the drown, they get lost in the bossness

What you bitches gon do now, they get lost in the bossness

Can't go back to fucking with them clowns, because you lost in the

[Young Roddy:]

A good girl gone bad, I seen it all before

What's worse is that I might be the blame for it though

Shut your mouth that ain't the normal knock at that door

Might be them folks, you betta learn quickly how we roll, case closed

Add more to my bank roll, she know how this game go

Its cold so we smoke it by the O, you try to keep up not even close

Girl my countin never fold, fuck you take me for

This one of the trillest shit I ever wrote, Jet Life, Jets Go

[Curren$y:]

Grown-ass women, and little girl games

Thinking that rap is all the same

Think a fat ass gone buy her house

And it probably will from one of these lames

Sex for checks is the name of they game

But with the Jets, you don't go that route

They get lost in the bossness

And all turned aroud, they get lost in the bossness

If they can't swim the drown, they get lost in the bossness

What you bitches gon do now, they get lost in the bossness

Can't go back to fucking with them clowns, because you lost in the

Off Dat lyrics - Curren$y

I'm high and my home girl tryna kick it

Like two ninjas getting new slippers on Christmas

In a craddle of wrapping paper I was born gifted

A grounded person though a nigga all kind lifted

I'm on the road I done seen all kinda bitches, when I come home

My girl acting all kinda suspicious, but won't leave me 'lone

All she want is a little attention, is that so wrong?

So I said I be back in a minute but she know I won't

I'm partially caught up in the game

My name constantly being brought up, they throwin slangs

These hoes putting me under the scope, that's aim

I know I reverse that, she going in her purse church mane

I'm throwback I take it where it was at first mane

That live nigga rap, Wings on that B

I'm sitting in the back, I got your bitch mine

Her head in my lap, I'm twisting up that lime

My chain way heavy, my weed way smelly

Wood wheels in my Chevy, ain't shit that you can tell me

I'm counting up my fetti, I'm ignoring my celly

Them hoes all on me, but I'm off that already now

We can take it back to Air Max 95, if you wan start acting like you live

Jive asses was never outside, I seen it first hand

Minimal dirt on my fingers was the game plan

Now it's ten thousand dollar bank bands, Jet Life it pays man

Underground rap, put a big house on top that land

They said I wouldn't do it now they understand that I had already done it

Coulda been a super radio smash, but I didn't want it

I rather play the cut stay 100, papered up in a opera house

Sneaking bong hits until they put us out

My chain way heavy, my weed way smelly

Wood wheels in my Chevy, ain't shit that you can tell me

I'm counting up my fetti, I'm ignoring my celly

Them hoes all on me, but I'm off that already now

Legal Crack lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)

[Curren$y:]

OG Daytons not them Eagle wires

Can't be compared to them Fisher-Price riders

Blowing Indo smoke in the face of outsiders

I remember being broke, I did not like it

Now we all on top, this shit lopsided

In the presence of G's, baby can't hide it

She finna cheat, it's already been decided

Before even our eyes met she was familiar with my concepts

We were each other's conquest, or so I guessed

I get dressed and back on my business

Discussing Jets on those, in my chilling clothes

But in my grind mode, really though

Making my rounds, riding my 'Lac

Checking my traps, counting my cheese

Ducking these rats, watching my back

Fuck the police, after my scratch

Got it from rap, would you believe this legal crack?

We ain't never gon' die, holmes

Too mothafuckin' live for 'em

Rap task force, got eyes on 'em

Only thing catching cases is my iPhone

See my eyes low, it's safe to say I'm stoned

Reefer through your speakers any song that I'm on

Riding Caddy Biarritz, my bitch know daddy the shit

I get it, stash it, and spin it, light up and do it again

Making my rounds, riding my 'Lac

Checking my traps, counting my cheese

Ducking these rats, watching my back

Fuck the police, after my scratch

Got it from rap, would you believe this legal crack?

[Fiend:]

Yeah, legal doses of cooked up coke up out my notebook

Before that chronic tree you slung that dope or you made that coke cook

Soft or hard, white or tan, smoke the green

Cornbread right out the pan, Jet Life stamp so you know you're paying

It's 22 thou, gotta count it again?

From the city where they yelling like (Fuck police!)

No man's safe on no-man's-street

Them boys been crazy they don't smoke no geeks

It's Jones baby better get your freaks

Five hundred horses, mind drifting on Porsche shit

Pound your Z, five hundred-thousand, that's gorgeous

Married to the game so why would I ever divorce it?

Hoops and in-n-out combos, contraband to my clientfolk

Ladies catch feelings and you know the rest of the motto

Aqua flow so underwater, Loius Vouitton goggles

I drop it up and drive, time to thug light my hydro

Making my rounds, riding my 'Lac

Checking my traps, counting my cheese

Ducking these rats, watching my back

Fuck the police, after my scratch

Got it from rap, would you believe this legal crack?

#The1st28 (2012) - Curren$y (with Styles P)

• Rule Book
• Jekell n Hyde
• Lean
• Go
• Billions 

Rule Book lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy)

[Styles P:]

I just wanna live like a Huxtable

Blow a lil' kush, a nigger is gettin' comfortable

It's only my niggas that I'm bumpin' to

Prolly be a nigga in a circle that I dump into

It's big money deals or the lil' ones

If you ain't talkin' no money, niggas'll pull a lil' gun

And leave yo ass dead for a lil' somethin

That's why I always make a killin' somethin

You can save the fuck boy feedback

I be in ya bitch like the weed bag

I'm always askin' where the g's at

100%, authentic, you can believe that

Used to live in the welfare motels

Now I say farewell leavin' the hotels

A nigga live up in the five star

Money go around like the button on a ipod

[Hook:]

Jetlife

Flyin' high with my niggas and you know we live the best life

Block life

Gettin' guap with my niggas, sittin' pretty at the stop lights

Jetlife

Sex drugs and rock and roll until we hit the next life

Block life

Pick a dealer, call the work, I betchu I'm a cop right

[Spitta:]

That paper ain't makin' me no different

Just making my collections a lil bigger

The architecture in my cribs a lil' iller

Than it is where you live, but I ain't downin' you my nigga

I'm just tellin' you to go and get it

Cause when I find it, I ain't hidin' it on no bitch shit

I can't do it for you man, but I can help you hustle if you strugglin'

Jet life, I'm accustomed

To them luxury things

What this rap money brings

Houses with the elevators, cars with the wings

Bitches on the quest for them rings

That allows them to possess, garnishments at yo checks

So I protect my neck

Movin' on to the next

Swingin' in and out of lanes in that grand sport vette

My mind on my cash, my foot is on the gas

Gettin' high, keepin' my profile low as my tires

Ridin'

[Hook x2]

Jekell n Hyde lyrics - Curren$y

[Styles P:]

Monsta Beatz. nigga

Ay

What you know about go getters and JET setters?

Gun holdin' niggas that'll see what the TEC gets us

Pizz-ound, bid-irds nigga, play the cid-urb

You can get rich or die like you deserve

Me? I'm in the sun flyin' nigga, trying to swiz-erve

Money off the work or the nouns or the viz-erbs

If you got fire kush nigga, light the hit-erb

Puff that, pass that

Bitch coming through with an egg in her asscrack

Numbers like NASDAQ

The house and the condo look abstract

Every time I hit a blunt, I get a flashback

I'm that nigga, that nigga am I

Tell your bitch suck a dick, me and Spitta is fly

Said I'd quit selling bricks, but no quitter am I

Yeah, I'm in there, nigga, or I'm out there, nigga

Shot shit, sold work, I got clout there nigga

Yeah

[Curren$y:]

Whole code mafioso

How we come through the door, mafioso flow

Fuckin' bitches counting dough, mafioso

How we roll sittin' low, mafioso flow

Jekell and Hyde

When checks on the line you better know

Jekell and Hyde

When checks on the line you better know

How we flow mafioso, come through the door mafioso flow

When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark

Smokin' good with my bitches on the hood of my car

Plannin' to take it all

How many of them jars you got, dawg?

I need a dispensary on empty street

Niggas don't know if they're fans or they're enemies

All I know for sure is your girl sure diggin' me

Roll whole code mafioso

Roll with my D-Block homies

In the drop Chevy box with the gold D's on it

Riding low, highed up, stuntin' on them hoes

Laughin', countin' dough

Jekell and Hyde, when checks on the line

Dawg, you better know

Them niggas say, "Get off of the set," then you better go

'For you can't leave no mo', at least on your own

Treacherous crescent I roam

Hi, honey, I'm home

On my balcony, with a tray of Beignets, and my bong

Whole code mafioso

How we come through the door, mafioso flow

Fuckin' bitches counting dough, mafioso

How we roll sittin' low, mafioso flow

Jekell and Hyde

When checks on the line you better know

Jekell and Hyde

When checks on the line you better know

How we flow mafioso, come through the door mafioso flow

Lean lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy feat. Fiend)

[Chorus x2: Styles P & Fiend]

Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup

Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt

I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun

I lean on my money cus I stacked it up

[Styles P:]

I'm on the lean off of ramulin and earwax

Mad high getting stuck on fairfax

Now let me hit you with the clear facts

Got a bunch of sons but I didn't go bareback

Ghost Bars, Dead verses, to get a nigga high is the meds purpose

To bring a nigga down is the feds purpose

Like my insides white, but let me get a red surface

White walls, caddy flow

That boy so G that even ya mom and daddy know

Ghost be getting high on the patio

Hit you with the [?] tho right where you tatted tho

I'm buggin out, nah you buggin out

Them niggas on the lean so they went and pulled the bubbie out

It's a lot of blue shit and it's real bloody out

And it's real pretty but I bet it get real ugly out, yeah

[Chorus: x2]

Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup

Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt

I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun

I lean on my money cus I stacked it up

[Curren$y:]

Right when fools thought I was all music

Leaned on them flexed green on em and pinky ring on em

Never seen garments, Iceberg knits got Bart Simpson on em

Luxury sedans under car covers interior gravy, softer than butter

I got that from hard work, I got more coming

My fly, My style got your woman

My nigga Corner Boy P keep his cup muddy

I don't drink but I keep it in my fridge for him

Me I'm Champagne pouring

Pedal to the floor in something foreign vertical lifting door

Woke up this morning, and came up with a way

To settle the score on these ol' ho ass niggas

Run up the store, roll up the smoke stand on the throat on these ol' ho ass niggas

I be so mad with em, but I ain't stressing I'm chillin

Living off the land, leaning like a kick stand, yeah

[Chorus: x4]

Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup

Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt

I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun

I lean on my money cus I stacked it up

Go lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Daz)

The Ghost

Curren$y

Daz (Daz, Daz, Daz)

Get money (Get money)

Money over bitches (Bitches, bitches)

Get money (Get money)

Get money (Get money)

Get money (Get money)

Styles P (Styles P)

[Styles P:]

They say money can buy friendship

I get high and just listen to Jimi Hendrix

I kill you and your henchmen

Shot from your head to your fuckin' appendix

I know it's money over friendship

Brothers over money or everything is senseless

I do it for my niggas sentence

Left me speechless, couldn't say a sentence

Niggas relentless 'cause they rent-less

Still gonna move that weight, like the bench press

Catch me in N-O quarters, yeah, the French shit

That's where the hotel's at, I'm in the ward though

Catch me in the New York streets, I'm like the lord though

Not Christ like

Nigga trife like

I get'chu merc'd on the right night

Where your money at, what the dice like?

[Daz Dillinger:]

Don't you know?

It's money over bitches every time

I'ma get it, I'ma fill it

I'm gonna go, go, go!

Ay, I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' on that bomb ass shit

And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow!

If you ain't 'bout the money you better get it

On your marks, get set, better go, go, go!

And, yo, it's money over bitches every time

And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough

[Curren$y:]

Rolled up

Hopped out

Had something rolled up that I brung from my house

Where the best shit at? That reserve stock

Not for everybody, don't even pass it 'round

My eyes low, motherfucker, I know

Go stand somewhere over there, hoe!

All of that talkin', bitch I'm sparkin'

This OG have a nigga higher than a hawk in here

VIP couch, no, I don't wanna walk no where

Smoke signals, anywhere I went to

Real nigga smoke a whole pound in your venue

5-star restaurant, wreck the whole menu

New shit that my mans just sent through

Tranquilizer dank like the sandman hit you

Unravelin' your whole mental

Spitta make it right like a pencil

[Daz Dillinger:]

Don't you know?

It's money over bitches every time

I'ma get it, I'ma fill it

I'm gonna go, go, go!

Ay, I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' on that bomb ass shit

And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow!

If you ain't 'bout the money you better get it

On your marks, get set, better go, go, go!

And, yo, it's money over bitches every time

And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough

To the finish line

Gettin' this money, nigga, it's like a marathon

Money you protect, nigga, it's where you get buried on

Every day it go down

Nigga, the chopper like a mother fuckin' merry-go-round

Spin you backwards, screamin'

The gat'll flip you around

Stiff your ass on a mattress

Beats when I attack this

Comin' with the spirit that a ghost say

Who them niggas that they lovin' they hatin' they lovin' most

Notorious, explain the history of this

Money makin' is ours for the takin'

Bullseye, no mistaken

Audi like five G's, I'll Flava Flav you

[?] is a fucked up behavior

Savior

Comin' to redeem, shatter your dreams

With a scene of miss reality, scoop you out with the beam

I'll lay you flat out

They says that's what them crazy niggas is all about, no doubt

Don't you know?

It's money over bitches every time

I'ma get it, I'ma fill it

I'm gonna go, go, go!

Ay, I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' on that bomb ass shit

And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow!

If you ain't 'bout the money you better get it

On your marks, get set, better go, go, go!

And, yo, it's money over bitches every time

And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough

Billions lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy feat. Deelow)

[Curren$y:]

Uh billions in the bank account, all I thank about

I get it in there before they take me out

Niggas mumbling, the fuck is they talking bout?

Who had the illest cars in the parking lot?

Bottles popped birds flock tho why not

We the last live niggas left, money power respect

Keys to the jet, Jordan number 5 in my bathing ape sweats

Bulls 91 shoot around shirt, Mitchell and Ness

Bitch says call her cinnamon, I just say, say bitch

And she gettin in that, yes!

Squares get tangled in the game like a net

She will be going in her purse next

Hard on em cause I don't ever let em rest

Either get paid or, outta my way

Bet!

[Deelow:]

Billions and billions

We stackin

Billions and billions [x3]

[Styles P:]

I'm thinking of the billions and shit

Mad high off the weed Daz Dillinger lit

Every crime story I'm the villain in it

Ride around with dirty niggas that-ll deal in the whip

Work in the box

With something that-ll get a nigga murked in the box

And some purp in the box

Yeah you take the bub but you don't burp it alot

Fuck around with dirty niggas that-ll worship the glock

I'm dollar bill green and weed green

I ain't green with envy cause that ain't no g theme

You damn right I'm a G boy!

B boy

D boy

Body for the decoy

Everything I touch gone glow Bruce Leeroy

Creeping through the hood in the coupe like I'm peenoid

Mom cleared bubble like a [?]

Old school nigga throw a key on a ski-sort

[Deelow:]

Billions and billions

We stackin

Billions and billions [x3]

Muscle Car Chronicles (2012)

• Soundbombin'
• N.O. Shit
• Frosty
• Razors & Chopsticks
• Not So Much
• Bout It 2011
• The Strangest Life
• Fly Out (Part Trois) 

Soundbombin' lyrics - Curren$y

Tell the driver to pull my truck up

Me and this L.A. woman stumblin' out the club fucked up

The Jets my set I so love us

Call home to my bitch, I'll come back after I come up

If you got my back mama dont front

If my racks pop a collar, I'll fly you out in a month

Droppin' tops, bottle's pop

Planes still taxiin', Tarmac mackin'

Strawberry diesel rattin' on itself

From my carryon bag if you'd like to take a smell

Camouflage cargos, tube socks and gray Chucks

High all the time the OGs tell me to stay up

Being real is a pay cut, or so it was

Dipped that chronic light, gray purple L, crystal fuzz

Talkin' out her head, its obvious that Crystal's buzz

Clipped her out the rotation, no more weed for her

Snap out of it, coach you on how to ball

Spitta-time-ginavitch, where the wild things?

Muscle cars and where the marijuana is

To be half as fine as him is an accomplishment

N.O. Shit lyrics - Curren$y

It's not what you know, it's what you can prove

And I can so prove, that I'm better than you

Sweater, neck crew

Fuck your dress code, let the Jets through

Smelling like, medical

See it my way, life from a better view, loser

Living life, not making moves - vegetable

Might as well be dead

Redline in the old school

Classy, call that museum riding

Yeah, fuck you thought

I fell off? Nah, I fell back

Countach, put the doors up

Call the weed man and a couple hoes up

Shooting pool

Thinking 'bout when pops used to bring me to the barber shop

That was cool

Bumping smokey, '84 Grand National rolling

All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit

Jacked The Caribbean Queen from Billy Ocean

Bring her back before the nigga even notice

Smooth sails

Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea

Smooth sails

Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea

All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit

All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit

All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit

All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit

Frosty lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah, cut the beat on

The coolest nigga ever just walked in the room

Cut the heat on

Minutes after the car lot, remove factory socks

And put brand new sneaks on

Casper on these fools, Floating

I'm talking about the Caspian Sea, holmes

Casting lines

While penning vicious one's at the same time

Visuals, But you can hear 'em though, Yea

Spit shit you would think unimaginable

Then make it tangible

Travel mo', to it is a grab and go

Hustle hard homeboy, my family know

Rarely seen

They know I'm married to my dream

So in love with that green

That my bitch every day threatens to leave

The only thing that's left for me

Is to suggest that she do as she please

Cause on the nights that it's really cold

I know that money gonna hold me, yea

Razors & Chopsticks lyrics - Curren$y

Put the towel by the door, and cut the shower on

Turn this corner suite into a home

You can smell it

Taught my girl how to French Inhale it

Sip this, Think about the position

Presently, would you rather be with any other niggas?

Alzheimer's when you seen another this fly? You don't remember

Shit... Whoa buddy, temper-temper

You're searching for Red October

Wake me up at the end of December

First quarter crunch, No time to put my feet up

Them suckas thought they locked me out

But fuck that, Spitta got a dude that can key cut

I can't take a L a nigga way too G'd up

Six chicks in karate gees rolling my trees up

Jet Life, the shit that you only dream of

Yeah... yea, uh

And where haven't we been... yet

Fuck boys is wondering if they

Bitches know the planes... Got it

And you can't do a thing... About it

You, know!

Not So Much lyrics - Curren$y

Uh, Dual exhaust Tips

Windows cracked, my sunroof back

This is New Orleans, I'm on my own shit

They fucks wit that, that's love shown back

Lock the door behind ya homie

Roll that up, no skinnies baby all fats, Uh

I can tell you about it, make believe partners

Shade tree bitches, they smell cheap designer

Imposter's, I need distance, Fuck bitches

Living life on the wild angle like ace boogie's bookie

You already know as we though previously discussed it

Eyes low, spirit's high when I greet the public

Broke new ground I flew airplanes above it

Penmanship of a pilot, skywritings

Got that gift ripped, Flew pimpin mony-itis

Perfected my aim, a new improved Leonidas

300 Jets, endangered species

We the last fly niggas left, YES

Not so much for the radio

And not so much for the TV

Not so much for the radio

And not so much for the TV

Not so much for the radio

And not so much for the TV

But I do it all for fast cars

Faster women, strong drinks and stronger weed, Yeah

Bout It 2011 lyrics - Curren$y

I represent them jet planes, Young Roddy

Trademark, and Wiz do the same thang

Fly over the city where the hammers bang

Miracle to make it to this age in the physical

And not have fallen victim to violent crime

Living in these wildest times

Your assailant could be a partner of mine

Octogon signs can't stop a nigga when his mind on them digits

Did you figure I could take the day off how?

With tomorrow I'd be better than I am right now

Change clothes, change hoes, change in my ashtray

Pay the toll with a hundred I got the next 99 motherfuckas who coming

If I say that I done it, or doin it presently it's either that or I'm frontin

In Antlanta actings for suckers

Grape weed in the jar call it smuckers

Put it in the grinder while your up shut the blinds for me momma if you bout it

Is you bout it? Well say you bout it bout it

I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it

Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom

Would of told you but I got high and I forgot about it

Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it

Smoke one for C-Murder you are not forgotten

You lookin for spitta you find me where it's cloudy, cloudy

Yeah nigga I'm rollin thru, orange coup, candy suit, chrome shoes

Attention given to spitta your bitch is ignoring you

You a simp homie she ain't like the way you think

She like "poor me some of that" she can't pronounce what I drink

Aspiring models, showing groupie love to them niggas with 20 bottles in the corners of them clubs

And on the real I been so old g, before my time when I was 17

My main girl was 25

Ain't seen nothin like it in your life

Hot spitta space jammin livin flow so on ice, nigga

Is you bout it? Well say you bout it bout it

I roll one you match one if you bout it bout it

Trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom

Would of told you but I got high I forgot about it

Jets nigga, bout it bout it, roll and match one if you bout it bout it

The Strangest Life lyrics - Curren$y

[Curren$y:]

Yea dog, you don't think that I should just do it again tho?

[McKenzie Eddie:]

This is... The strangest

Life that I... Have ever known

This is... The strangest

Life that I... Have ever known

[Curren$y:]

This is... The strangest

Life that I... Have ever known

I wonder if... Me as a kid

Was proud of what I did

Now that I'm grown

10 Minutes from "ON"

And Lightyears from "OFF"

The once lowly employee, has wholly become a boss

Champagne with French names

French connection tees on wirey and sexy frames

Living like a nigga can't feel no pain

This is... The strangest

Life that I... Have ever known

I wonder if... My parent's give me

Benefit of the doubt

Or do they think its more than it's weed I'm on

Living like a nigga can't feel no pain

Living like a nigga can't... feel

Yeah

Yea, That's it

Fly Out (Part Trois) lyrics - Curren$y

I think it's a chain

Now we can all win

Rather than complain or rather go Halloween

Rather holding close don't fall in, I got to have it

Living in the same city limits

It's a small world everybody in the business

Don't know if stayin welcome, I

15 minutes being quit

What is this? can somebody explain it

It's kind of like

Don't make sense to the ordinary nigga

We maintain

What's the world?

Yeah, suck ers act like

All the good music

Bitches in

But I'm still drippin'

Talking

Love street

Haters only hating cause the fact they love me

Niggas hold budget 'cause I'm hustling

Hold your breath to your death

Tell the

We say

For the machine

Make me sneeze

Hope make it

Before I leave because

Down stairs just chillin'

I don't like my outfit, I need two more minutes

From the magazine 'cause I

Into your bitch name until I search engine

And

Speed em

We keep on tell em babe

After that you give a

And everybody wonder what I've made

I make the dough dance, master of the ceremony

All of your program

So let the show proceed, bring on the suckers MC's

When it's time to feed, so tonight we feed

From my winners street

Is superstar nigga

The dope

So when I campaign guess who wanna vote for me

Finally come up the air

Chillin in the long chair

The girl with the long hair and I ain't even there

Fly out, fly out, fly out, fly out

mixtape: Here... (2012)

• Pay Attention
• #CruiseLife
• What The Fuck
• Livin'
• Conference Call 

Pay Attention lyrics - Curren$y

See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten

Now pay attention

Jet Life Life

14 karat gold bathroom fixtures

Medusa faces on my pillow cases, this is living

Sucker niggas wanna see it ended

Last straw must have been when they heard about that Bentley

Damn dog, I was just chilling

Fools had loot before me, I ain't wanna kill them

Fuck wrong with going to get it?

Y'all got me twisted, I work hard for this shit

I got it, I ain't hiding it, riding 'round got my joint lit

A Vick of that OG in the Louie bag, I'm a boss, bitch

Them suckers ain't like us, they ain't jets, hardly

Not cool partially, they totally off key

You can call me Mr. Mo G's

Cause I stack them up like 10 stories

Applaud these moves I made that got me paid

I know what it is, the lights used to get turned off in my crib

Shook that shit off, destroy, rebuild, I'm a boss

And the Lifers gon' get high to this shit

Count a million in the vault, listen to the Jet laws

See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten

Now pay attention

Jet Life Life

I peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it

Handling in that Porsche Carrera like it's fucking stolen

Told the man in the mirror, "You's a fucking cold blooded nigga"

Igloo, my whole crew a bunch of eskimos in here

Flow cold, I can make a polar bear shiver

Haters got the tight face, looking Joan Rivers

They all upset, no seats on the jet

Them hoes ain't walking home wit' ya

They only on you when you on nigga

That's game from a OG, these ain't songs

Nigga this Spitta, no country for quitters

My mind on a million, my hands on the wheel

I'm on the road to the riches

And I'm playing my mirrors

See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten

Now pay attention

Jet Life Life

See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten

Now pay attention

Jet Life Life

See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten

Now pay attention

Jet Life Life

#CruiseLife lyrics - Curren$y

Ride 2 miles per hour so everybody

Get a glimpse of the real nigga who inside it

With my cousin G5 we highed up cloudy

Bitches getting stoned just from standing around us

Music turnt up but the smoke way louder

Must be amateur night, these motherfucking kids

Think they fucking with us, they fucking stupid

They talking shit just to hear themselves

But I ain't worrying about 'em

I got a life time subscription of that Car and Driver

California prescription, pounds of exotic

Riding to that old Hypnotize Mind shit

Stay in the flyest stitches, not even tryin bitches

You lying nigga, smoking that middle class grass

You ain't really high is ya

I would a put you down if you wasn't such a clown

But I figured I share it with my team, cause I came in here with 'em

Grab a plate, Thanksgiving

Word to Corner Boy P, I'm lane switchin', Chevy heavy

So is my chain nigga, Spitta Andretti

On a paper mission, Indy 500 driven

Addicted to this winning, this the victory lap

In front the club you wanna get in

I ain't even attending, just maintaining my engine

See I got too many cars

And it be 3 months before I got a chance to get in 'em

Take 'em out for a ride, make sure they doin' fine

Mo' money, mo problems, these problems I don't mind

Standing outside trying pick which one I'mma drive

Let my bitches decide, appreciating my high

What The Fuck lyrics - Curren$y

This thing of ours

Got me driving sports cars 200 miles per hour

Parked outside of 5-star hotel lobbies

Drunk models leaving the bar legs all wobbly

Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement

This how life get, when you pilot with the owners

The ones who set prices

Bringing that green sticky cactus to your cypher

I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers

Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners want the finer, things designer

My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even coming

I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma

Put that on my momma, that's gonna look so good on my momma

When I put that on my momma, and so continues the saga

Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped bottles

Them bitches bought they own, we ain't even have to buy 'em

Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly Mafia

Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal

Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it

Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a helicopter

Spit that ignorant shit but I deliver it so proper

You couldn't see me with binoculars, church homie gospel

Impossible to do it bigger than me we go colossal

Talking money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils

Triple OG some y'all niggas too childish, can't eat round me'

Bring them little boys to McDonalds they playing

What da fuck

We pull V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance

We in the building now, rooftop never been up here huh?

You can't come through alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes

Take it all in love, you around some grown men

The chosen know when the going get tough

The tough roll up and keep right the fuck going

Champagne pouring every morning, celebration god kept us we made it

He ain't let them haters take us

He gave us another 24 hours to scour after that paper

A tower where I lay up

Lil mama in that Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup

For wherever the day may take us

Skybox suite catered, Clippers versus Lakers

Los Angeles vacation, a lil work a lil playing

I'm saying.....what the fuck

Livin' lyrics - Curren$y

Showroom Testarossa

Leather in here softer than your sofa

Who the livest crew that you know of?

Smelling like a pound when we show up, more getting rolled up

Hostess show us to our section, bring them bottles over

Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the ashtray of the Rover

That's my lil' homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded

I play the cut 'til the nigga either bored or I'm hungry

Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o'clock in the morning

This thing we've built, got my money stacks on stilts

Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her friends

Saturday night card game, still ain't nothing changed, that's moms

I love to see her having a good time

Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner

Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea it's still glowing

This bitch rubbing on my car seats, she fucking rolling

I do my thing and write about it in the morning

Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it

Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it

Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes

Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living

You niggas know we ride

Nigga, forever high

That is why we never die

Jet living

I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm sitting on keys

Pilot of the motherfucking J-E-T

Now if you wanna join the team, you know you must see me

But a sucker motherfucker's who you cannot be

Big drapes in my crib, hoes getting good sleep

Good rest, get up, go out, do they best

On behalf of the set, bring it back to the G's

I throw some to my bitch and spend the rest on weed

Way more than you need or could ever believe

In your lifetime your square eyes have ever see

Nigga, on point flow, so infrared beam

Choose sides 'fore we ride, nigga no in between

Set some fire to that Raw cone

Calling shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga

The big chief, plotting all in my sleep

Bumping Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my

Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it

Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it

Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes

Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living

You niggas know we ride

Nigga, forever high

That is why we never die

Jet living

Conference Call lyrics - Curren$y (feat. The Jets)

[Curren$y:]

Honey counting 100 stacks with her titties out

Im smoking till this 9 foot window plotting on locking these cities down

Im talking plural more than 1 town I got 1

I need 2 get 3 more now control the whole grid

Gotta make it real somehow

4 mill worth of automobiles in front my house bitches know a nigga

If I say its going down, you can wait right here

For it to fall from the clouds

You have no idea what I been through

Pay the cost to be this, boss nigga you see bitch

So make room nevermind I got walk in closets in my crib twice this size

With all kinds of deadstock jordans locked inside

Real music lasts forever this is how we never die

[Trademark Da Skydiver:]

The hardest niggas spittin' we the trillest crew in it

Jets set mofucka we been at it for a minute

No L'S on the record a few double U's pending

Translation we winnin' nigga!

Dropping cash on whatever fast

I ain't tripping watch me make it back

Spit some bars on a track in return I get some racks

Stacks on stacks on stacks

Polo slacks on slacks on slacks

With the socks and the shirt to match cool cat with my bucket hat

Chill new orleans nigga getting figures bitches fuck with that

Im coolin out in harlem 9-11 where my hustlers at

Laying in the trap, rollin sour at the pack

Posted right in front of 50 with the loud I know you hear me

Hollaback some other time not right now im on my grind

I want whats mine, and that includes what I been do im overdue

To dollar signs, diamond in the rough but fuck it

Still I shine, draped in the finest threads Ralph Lauren designs

[Whizz:]

You see me getting to the money partner

I'm getting closer nigga closer

I'm running up it

The level growing and it's growing like a country crocket

We get that potent dropping

And the people steady copping

We keep it coming and it's coming like it's never stopping

I get the road the roller like construction in the open

I gotta plan a jet across the land and over oceans

I'm seeing money bags up in my vision like I'm loaded

That's just how deep I'm in this shit that money taking over

I think I'm going loony give a fuck I'm staying focused

It's hocus pocus bitch like I've been whipping in the kitchen

I'm on the mission for big banking like the television

It's higher definition up in every bar I mention

Nigga first class you don't see me slipping on my shifting

[Young Roddy::]

I let my nigga smash, I don't save no bitch

But now I'm like, light up and blaze that, yeah

Momma say she want a nigga who stay on his shit

Uh, and if that ain't trill, then what you call that

Them hood hoes swear to God I'm hood rich

They tryin' to count my cash girl fall back

I'm killing them niggas tell em go dig a ditch

And it was all good when it was all bad

Uh, my uncle done 22 flat, by the time he made it home

His little nephew was grown

With intentions to blow the fuck up, and put him on

So I'm steady, writing that ill shit, trying to make my meal ticket

Promethazine keep me tilting 650

When the clock struck 7 I had 7 grams of sticky

Uh, so when I'm in my zone please don't tempt me

I'm close to the edge so don't push me... out

mixtape: Spitta Andretti: Verde Terrace (2011) (hosted by DJ Drama)

• Job
• The Jet Business
• Pinifarina
• Hennessy Beach
• Car Talk
• Smoke Sumthin
• Run Dat Shit
• One For Da Wave
• Sky Miles
• Crack BC
• High Tunes
• Music To Ride To
• My Life Is A Movie
• Ways To Kill Em
• Smoke Sumthin (Remix) (Bonus Track) 

Job lyrics - Curren$y

At this point in my life

I'm looking at it like a hustle

Super Fly's last number

Come out of the game on top, before they pull me under

That's what it's about

Range Rover the winters

In the summer I do the drop with the right shoes on

And the top gone, soft porn

Watch out for 'em, OG

Your old heads'll vouch for 'em

They know me

And the shit that I'm on

Cause I've seen it all

Like I bought the boxed set, whole season dog

Them bitches is running out of tricks pimpin'

Barely catching my attention

I'm dealing with them

But simply for the physical

She falling deep in love

But I'm really not that into you, sorry girl

But at least I kept it trill with you

Evils that this game'll do

Have me concentrating on that pay

And playing you

This hustle is a bitch, so is this ho

They trying to make a player choose

Jets up over bitches nigga

Stick to the script

Jets up over bitches nigga

Stick to the script

Jets up over bitches nigga

Counting my grip

Jets up over bitches nigga

Stick to the script

Jets up over bitches nigga

Stick to the script

Jets up over bitches nigga

Smoke one to this

Sosa had it all figured out

I think that's who they should've made a movie 'bout

Cause pimping had a helicopter at his crib

Just in case his homeboy smelled a snitch

Type of shit had spitta inspired

Type of shit had me all night writing

Type of shit had me out all night driving in my new whip

I been waiting since a little boy to buy this shit

I ain't hiding from no haters so I ride with no tint

Feast your eyes mother fucker

I beep my horn at your woman

She keep her phone in her lap

I call and she coming

And for that, she always coming back

But I'm running to them stacks

I'm trying to put a million in the wall

Couple million in the yard

Couple million in the ceiling

Over where them hoes laying at

So it's staying as

Jets up over bitches nigga

Stick to the script

Jets up over bitches nigga

Stick to the script

Jets up over bitches nigga

Counting my grip

The Jet Business lyrics - Curren$y

Can't beat us join us, keep reefer on us

Jet life

Blow the smoke out in the club corner

Watch the game with the team owners

Yeaaauh...

Ever since you was a baby, I was the flow you looked up to

The mobile over your crib, your playpen, I'm a mogul I can mold you

Into something just say when

Jets ain't fucking around you can tell when

The valet pull 'em toys r uses around

Stashed a few dollars now the boy parking horses

Stashed a few dollars it's affecting how I'm talking

But not what I'm saying

Okay man, scared the opposition: shitless at the weigh in

When we showed up, pouring liquor for 'em, they already knew that they was dead men

Spitta, Mr. Been-done-that, switched the style up, and let my mini-me's run that

My money pile up, laughing at the homegirl, fell asleep counting up

She a boss so she down with us

Keep some bad bitches surrounding her, my homies be pounding 'em

And that's cool cause me and boo do the 1-2 every now and then

But we gotta stay business, focus on grosses, never on these hoeses

Jets up in motion, high rise, hideout looking down on the ocean, balcony back shots

So good baby girl cried her eyes out beautiful moments

Want me to hold her when it's over but I'm already going that's what I told her

She say my heart frozen, but bitch, you knew about the man before you chose him

Big dog, Range-Rovin', roamin'

Mob wives look the other way when daddy bring that dough in

That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it

Loose lips sink ships, pillow talk digs ditches for many niggas

That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it

Jet misses don't tell the Jet business...

... Verde Terrace

Pinifarina lyrics - Curren$y

Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich

Every other day my whole dress code switch

'Cause it keep getting bit

I had to lay low like they was looking for the kid

All points bulletin, bathing ape hoodies in

My sports car internet star

Killing niggas digitally like they SOCOM

I'm so calm in the mist of the storm

Nonchalant, but I'm very aware what's going on

Fuck mowing the grass for the snakes, I set fire to the lawn

Baked Spitta kill beats, send flowers to the wake

Couple hoes deliver some roses and the cake

What you want, stop the jets fool you must be on

More than one, no shots I'm just making it known

I got a gun, got a walk smoking on, pop

Shit wicked in the city trying to survive, then you should stick with me

Ya'll don't want to be the duck to get stuck, when the situation turns sticky

Do your research, homework, history

Iceberg, denim jackets opened up a fresh package of hanes t-shirts

Wifebeaters, white as my next door neighbors

White as my bottom bitch Mercedes

White as squares on the checkered flag when it's waving

We winning, needless to say it

Throw some away and some to the cleaners

Champagne stain shit, Spitta get lifted like sanctions

Vocabulary gangster, my ink pen has shanked me

Jet life til the

Coffins dropped in the grave, get filled up

But for now, I'm 'a live my life lit up

That coupe got some get up

Foreign supermodel pent up

Inside of it she doing chin ups

I'm riding home boy, you should come get up

Pandemonium, four black SUV's on the road for him

When he landing, pandemonium

Bitches run up, not sure which one he rolling in

Yeah man, pandemonium

Throwback flow, Deloreans petroleum

King Jahphi Joe had his women throw roses on the floor for him

Pandemonium (yeah)

Side betting at the street races

10,000, my wager on that Camaro with the craters

My eyes completely asian, but open the scoping for haters

They hoping I'm off on my basis

Swear this weed so elegant, we should grow the shit in vases

Niggas you scared of, see me in clubs in St. Casius

They in the streets, I'm in the rap game similar risks we both taken

Parking dope boy rides outside my enterprise celebrating

'Cause both of our sides made it

Continuous elevation, I exhibited faith and

Patience, at the same time I went and got mine

I wasn't waiting, it's a thin line might wanna count your paces

Before you cross it, this game a come up and losses

That's trill bawse shit, what you know about it

Pandemonium, feel like when a bad bitch come roll for him

(Yeah)

Hennessy Beach lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dom Kennedy)

[Dom Kennedy:]

My niggas trying hard to get it

We making sure the cars is tinted

I'm making sure the broads is with it

I hit her with the extra large addiction

My niggas trying hard to get it

We making sure the cars is tinted

I'm making sure the broads is with it

I hit her with the extra large addiction

Clicquot, hope you hoes is all legal

I take the most thickest and leave the rest with my people

Guns kill niggas and her pussy is lethal

Raised in West Philly, her favorite team is the Eagles

Got one dog, I think that shit is a beagle

She dress like one of them girls at Fred Segal

Totally! I just make her buy a bunch of clothes for me

Then we go out to eat, I order steak with the rosemary

Before we in the house, I be digging in the hosiery

She goes for me. I put that on the father and the rosary

The older we become, life is just begun

You like how that drink taste?

Mix it with some pre-cum

I hang around millionaires cause I could really be one

If you don't understand that, you are really D-umb

If you know a nigga real as me, I would like to see one

A couple homies locked away, I hope this city free 'em

Goin' to the pros, I'm tired of playing D-1

Can't stay in the same place, life is not a re-run

I broke out, hit it one time, then I choked out

When the plane land, that mean Spitta in here smoked out

Tortoise shell frames on, yeah niggas Loc'd out

Can't wait to bring the '62 with the spokes out

Cause it's all in our reach

I be waiting for you nigga, right here

On Hennessy Beach

[Curren$y:]

Now I never had a glass of Hennessy in my life

I can't lie... but I did have a shot of XO this morning

Shout out for the housewarming gift

They sent that over to the crib

I didn't drive over here, not drinking and driving

Tish brought me... aite

Sand in my Nike Cortez, beach front home

Cause I was stacking and playing the back, all along

Niggas is dead over raps gone over songs

I'm rolling something Herculean

Trees past strong like it gotta be on 'roids, boy

Here's another hit, that Barry Bonds

Spitta know how to treat a woman, sugar

Cut all that real girl shit out, I prove it to ya

Versace Medusa, I get

Highed up to do my work. I'm a roofer

Instead of paying attention you niggas paying

Them bitches. That's why you in that position

Looking up at the jets, waving bye

Straining your eyes cause we satellite high

In 1997, I dreamt about riding around in Porsche 911's

Now I'm plotting, opening a car lot to sell em

My bottom bitch saw it all go down

But she never tell it

Car Talk lyrics - Curren$y

And I'm a Nike Head My car entice the Feds

My bitches Porno-Bred you countin corny bread

I slice a G-loaf can cop a speedboat

Can't sing but they know Spitta holding C-notes

Critics say that he flow only bout weed

They don't know about me They just judging from my Tweet Quotes

Since they don't understand him they figure that it ain't dope

Fuck 'em tho. I'm with my niggas and my bitches

Everywhere we going my older he homie flicking pictures

He tripping cause he just came home locked up all that time

Ain't know that I became a Don

The same way Ace Boogie put Money Mitch back on

Welcomed him with open arms JetLife niggas wishin they was in the fold

They ain't they in the fuckin cold

I'm in the paint dunking on niggas

Expanding my crib my garage getting bigger

Call Rozay tell him "sell a donk to a nigga"

Or point me to expert builder

I want purple ghost flames on the hood and the fenders

Have it covered, trailered, delivered to the cirle of winners

I'm a be in there chillin where I parked my other race cars

Clearing out a space for my newest edition

It's Spitta The master of the Car Talk

No engine

My shit powered by the all-spark

Straight sickening

Smoke Sumthin lyrics - Curren$y

One for the money, yes sir, two for the show

But I ain't steppin on the stage until they

Count up all my cash flow

Oh man, then your man's going Twilight Zone

Wantin' to be left alone, again at home, listen to Soulja Slim

I spread that dough out, rolling pin, slice it up

With my closest friends as the grimey globe spins, I'm riding

Trying to keep dirt off my rims and my name

Out'chea stay poppin up at the red carpet

My green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes

Highed up, I like what she working with, that's why we hired her

We put her on the set, tattoo calligraphy love the Jets

Love and respect, we passing you the fuck up

Ain't passing you none of my bud

That's why you standing 'round us bruh!

Are you accounted for?

Who brung you? You don't speak the code bro

Yo slick tongue done hung you

You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through

I'm in the bank line, empire, I build this for us to eat

Inside is the lunch room, outside is looking wild and hungry fool

Shut the door so they don't see us light a joint or two

I stopped in the mall the other day

I heard a call from the other way

Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something

Talking about smoke something

Stopped in the mall the other day

I heard a call from the other way

Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something

Talking about smoke something

Run Dat Shit lyrics - Curren$y

When I'm off in the zone

My niggas telling me run that shit

Shit for high priced SUVs, long nights palm trees

Cuff link sleeves, them niggas ain't these

Extraordinary gentleman, this is the league

Wrinkle free, pimpin, my styles straight like 9:15

Jet Code make Watergate look like a hair-brained scheme

Your hoes wanna be Taken, no Liam Neeson on the scene

Blue waters, white sands, sticky green

Enough niggas talk shit, Jet niggas talk rich

Porches, fortress, horses afford this

Then try step up, y'all got me messed up

Basketball shorts on red carpet, my girl dressed up, and I'm coolin

I'm just at the premier cause my homeboy was in the movie

I would be hoopin on my front yard point guard shit

With my neighbors son OG shit I do cause I truly am one

When I'm off in the zone

My niggas telling me run that shit

And they still trying to build that case

Want me to pay for murdering all these tapes, what can I say

Its still money over bitches, we stick to the script here

Magazine pictures credit every stitch that I wear

Never been one of those caught up in the fab

They say its out of style, I bring that shit back

Designers know it makes sense to chop it and burn hash

And let me skim through their next season sketch pad

I'm never mad, just mad high my guy

From this altitude you wipe a doves tears when they cry

The forefather of the fly

No paternity test your style got my eyes left

And its Jets til the motherfucking next life

So sweet candy stripes on my Vette, if I say it I show it

You think I get it for free how I smoke it

My dude wanted loot but he tossed me a few free O's and shit

All these rappers need is a hook to go and fish

For crappy deals but Im way too real

Mothafuckas kept half assing until

Warner Bros came to the table with the table

Now theres room for my whole set, now my niggas able

Eat 'til we got the itis, bitch we on fire

Marlo on the screen yeah bitch we on the wire

You talking too much bitch go sit up there with the driver

One For Da Wave lyrics - Curren$y

Got my bitch she shot gun

A pizza and a cola

While she play her position in the mirror watching them rollers

And I'm smoking the potent

Driving roasted like it's stolen

On the road to the riches if you wonder where I'm goin

I make a fortune from flowing

It's gonna happen I know it

Fool I told you so

Don't be surprised cause I'm rollin

Few styles been stolen

Don't think that I haven't noticed

But a couple of nuggets ain't much to this fucking grower

I can get you some morer

This audio dope

I got what chu need plus way morer

Underneath the floorboards

I represent no love

Suckas get no love

Homie only know of us, he don’t really know us

Momma have that rolled up before I roll over

Jet life best life

Good mornings wild nights

It's flashing lights

Racing stripes

If her head right

I got no problem booking her flight

Sky Miles lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Curren$y)

We came to take you higher

And higher, and higher, flight

[Curren$y:]

Ninja Turtle marijuana, cut it down

Leonardo's katanas, we in town

Found with hoes around us, dirty rotten scoundrels

Twisting up seedless quarter-pounders

Yacht party, bitch never seen a flounder

She working at the Gap folding jeans on the counter

Niggas lounging, wood panels on the wall

Like the inside of them late 70's houses

Nigga, I'm Mitchell and Ness, vintage flow

OG, no retro, grab a nugget

Pack a bowl, let's Super Tecmo

Chevelle S dough, shut the door bitch, let's go

[Willie the Kid:]

In my new car, going like I'm too far

Money show truly who you are

Whether you a star or a shooting star, they shooting stars

So you want to spar with a southpaw, get your jaw draw

I got a bitch like the black Zsa Zsa Gabor

And she could pull a chick faster than I could pull

In Acapulco, pouring shots of tequila

She bought her friend, I brought Curren$y, he bought the reefer

What up Spitta? We buzzing like a transmitter

These niggas bitter, slipping like a transmission

I'm Brita, spring water with the flow

Break the bank like it's brittle, brush money like bristles

Official, a root canal, bicuspid

I'm on the cusp of these bucks, not a husband

But I'm in love with the money fuck it lusting

Long like the hair of Rumpelstiltskin, I'm Teddy Ruxpin

Hold my grizzly, Willie gets busy

The fly Jet Life insure Met Life, right?

Hot Spitta with me, never a Dull Moment

We came to take you higher

And higher, and higher, flight