Picking Up Bags lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Tiny C Style)
[Curren$y:]
Picking up bags, picking up bags
Smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
Got the hood on smash picking up bags
Smoking that gas, picking up bags
Yeah yeah picking up bags
Hol' on
Money in the duffel
All result of the hustle
Reminiscing the struggle
Keep a nigga humble
Rolling up a jumbo
Associated with the pot like gumbo
Nigga name hot hear them haters mumble
Can't understand that talk, it's not boss
We killing in smalls, y'all niggas is not large
Tryna duck them hip hop cop cars
68 rare chrome these go knock off they know who it is
High as the ceiling, mind on a million
Just made 7M's tryna get 10 now
Then run the old heist again while them suckers ain't looking
Watch for the taking has just been taken
Picking up bags, smoking that gas, picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
[Tiny C Style:]
Shit realer than a pistol in a niggas face
Y'all gon' fuck around and make ya boy catch a case
The shit in me, not on me life way real
Only nigga on the block with a major deal
My set love me niggas know I'm really with the deal
We can keep it gentlemen or get some gangster shit
I keep it moving at all times while y'all standing still
Warren G I want it all talking hella mills
Regulating for the paper while y'all pocket watching
Free bands yeah all profit
In my future I see hella commas, jewelry going dumber
Millionaire this time next summer
My niggas burn more gas that hummers and keep hammers
With 30 round clips and bananas
Got bags where they film cut your grandma
I don't think you lil niggas understand cuz
[Curren$y:]
Picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Picking up bags, picking up bags
Smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
Got the hood on smash picking up bags
Smoking that gas, picking up bags
Yeah yeah picking up bags
Hol' on
Money in the duffel
All result of the hustle
Reminiscing the struggle
Keep a nigga humble
Rolling up a jumbo
Associated with the pot like gumbo
Nigga name hot hear them haters mumble
Can't understand that talk, it's not boss
We killing in smalls, y'all niggas is not large
Tryna duck them hip hop cop cars
68 rare chrome these go knock off they know who it is
High as the ceiling, mind on a million
Just made 7M's tryna get 10 now
Then run the old heist again while them suckers ain't looking
Watch for the taking has just been taken
Picking up bags, smoking that gas, picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
[Tiny C Style:]
Shit realer than a pistol in a niggas face
Y'all gon' fuck around and make ya boy catch a case
The shit in me, not on me life way real
Only nigga on the block with a major deal
My set love me niggas know I'm really with the deal
We can keep it gentlemen or get some gangster shit
I keep it moving at all times while y'all standing still
Warren G I want it all talking hella mills
Regulating for the paper while y'all pocket watching
Free bands yeah all profit
In my future I see hella commas, jewelry going dumber
Millionaire this time next summer
My niggas burn more gas that hummers and keep hammers
With 30 round clips and bananas
Got bags where they film cut your grandma
I don't think you lil niggas understand cuz
[Curren$y:]
Picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Lifers lyrics - Curren$y
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
We cop that Chevrolet and put it on skates
The MGM Grand or The Palms for like three days
Coming up with a plan with my mans
We've been down since the high school
Always did a dry run, practice it
And then we put it all in action and that shit went down magic
Lay low bro don't cop nothing too extravagant
Let it blow over, then cop a horse and carriage when its good
Jet Life roll Beverly Hills on wheels through the hood
Well is that right, say he coming for me, well I wish he would
I be off site when that thunder come to you
Catch you down bad then they get you good
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Never know what you will see fucking with me
Got the Range Rover 4.6 SC, luggage rack with the skis
Buying Number 9 and some weed
What they smelled on the scene
He didn't harm the female witnesses
As he said it was clean ya' mean
Like he can't do his thing when he swing
For the neck of a copy cat
Sucker you'll be euthanized for that
Chevrolets and Cadillacs
Three-wheelin' the cul-de-sacs
Smoking out my chronic sack
Thinking about my paper stacks
Don't stand in the way of that
Cause you'll be erased for that
Niggas ain't playing
We been bout money all of it
Chasing that money like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
We cop that Chevrolet and put it on skates
The MGM Grand or The Palms for like three days
Coming up with a plan with my mans
We've been down since the high school
Always did a dry run, practice it
And then we put it all in action and that shit went down magic
Lay low bro don't cop nothing too extravagant
Let it blow over, then cop a horse and carriage when its good
Jet Life roll Beverly Hills on wheels through the hood
Well is that right, say he coming for me, well I wish he would
I be off site when that thunder come to you
Catch you down bad then they get you good
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Never know what you will see fucking with me
Got the Range Rover 4.6 SC, luggage rack with the skis
Buying Number 9 and some weed
What they smelled on the scene
He didn't harm the female witnesses
As he said it was clean ya' mean
Like he can't do his thing when he swing
For the neck of a copy cat
Sucker you'll be euthanized for that
Chevrolets and Cadillacs
Three-wheelin' the cul-de-sacs
Smoking out my chronic sack
Thinking about my paper stacks
Don't stand in the way of that
Cause you'll be erased for that
Niggas ain't playing
We been bout money all of it
Chasing that money like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Stay Ridin' lyrics - Curren$y
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin'
They hidin', ain't bout it, yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin' ain't hidin', yeah
They hidin' ain't bout it
Stay ridin', stay ridin'
Spent 300 thousand on it
Parked it on the corner like I didn't want it
Blowing killer in New Orleans
Feel like I'm in California
Zoning off a OG onion
I text the homie with the gas
And he said he coming back with a different pack
What we smoking now the truth
He say this shit colder than that
I store my shit in glass I prefer that over bags
We gon' crack a jar before we get in the car
I push a button the roof lit up with stars
Now we gon stay ridin' stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin' ain't hiding, yeah
They hidin' ain't bout it, yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Ain't hidin' stay ridin', yeah
They hidin' ain't bout it
See me in it straight chillin'
Candy paint, crate engine
Dana Dane, 13 inches
Low ride, stay high off the gas
Don't drink and drive so the four don't crash
Now cash rules, flash jewels on occasion
When I past through but if I pass through you know they paid me
Stack it till we got no where to put it
When I drive the Flying Spur I park the bitch crooked
So you can see the Forgiato's on it when you look in
Before we open the champagne bottles we shook 'em
It's a celebration so we let this shit spill
We could have been killed in the field and that's real
But we still here fuck a hater and how he feel
That's signed and sealed
Straight deal quarter mill on the wheels
You gotta drive the bitch with skill
My engine in the back
My neighborhood on my hat
We gon'
Stay ridin' stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin' ain't hiding, yeah
They hidin', ain't bout it, yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Ain't hidin' stay ridin', yeah
They hidin' ain't bout it
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin'
They hidin', ain't bout it, yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin' ain't hidin', yeah
They hidin' ain't bout it
Stay ridin', stay ridin'
Spent 300 thousand on it
Parked it on the corner like I didn't want it
Blowing killer in New Orleans
Feel like I'm in California
Zoning off a OG onion
I text the homie with the gas
And he said he coming back with a different pack
What we smoking now the truth
He say this shit colder than that
I store my shit in glass I prefer that over bags
We gon' crack a jar before we get in the car
I push a button the roof lit up with stars
Now we gon stay ridin' stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin' ain't hiding, yeah
They hidin' ain't bout it, yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Ain't hidin' stay ridin', yeah
They hidin' ain't bout it
See me in it straight chillin'
Candy paint, crate engine
Dana Dane, 13 inches
Low ride, stay high off the gas
Don't drink and drive so the four don't crash
Now cash rules, flash jewels on occasion
When I past through but if I pass through you know they paid me
Stack it till we got no where to put it
When I drive the Flying Spur I park the bitch crooked
So you can see the Forgiato's on it when you look in
Before we open the champagne bottles we shook 'em
It's a celebration so we let this shit spill
We could have been killed in the field and that's real
But we still here fuck a hater and how he feel
That's signed and sealed
Straight deal quarter mill on the wheels
You gotta drive the bitch with skill
My engine in the back
My neighborhood on my hat
We gon'
Stay ridin' stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin' ain't hiding, yeah
They hidin', ain't bout it, yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Ain't hidin' stay ridin', yeah
They hidin' ain't bout it
On The Clock lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Yeah [x6]
Ferrari with the spider top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock I'm always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
911 with the targa top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock I'm always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
[Corner Boy P:]
And no I don't take a day off
Balling like my niggas in the playoff
Leanin' in Ruth's Chris, I'm dripping steak sauce
Oh that's your baby mama
Nigga you still a little boy
Trapping hella hard up like Adderalls
Seventeens, triple gold tough as corduroys
Young nigga flip a pack and break his family off
Just like the rapping brought a car and parked it in my yard
Homie all on my line like he short an onion
Believe the nerve of this nigga, Mr. short money
I told my bitch this morning this my last Phantom
Regal cleaner than a Beamer but I want a Phantom
[Curren$y:]
Ferrari with the spider top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock, I'm always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
911 with the targa top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I'm on the clock, I stay on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
Money to blow
I stay on the on the go, cause I want more
The records is dope
The boost off the stove, I'm letting em go
But not for the low
You pay for quality that's fosho
I stand by what I provide
Muthafuck that 9-5, 2/47 365
Homeboy that's how I grind
Fly shit I gots to drive, I flat out buy
You'll be paying notes until you die
But never I, that story there not mine
I'm laid up mountain high
Built me a condo in the sky
Park my Chevys in a long line
Couldn't fit em in the picture
I turned my cellphone to the side
At least I tried, to give y'all fools
A glimpse at some real pimps
Taught yo bitch how to crack lobster
Showed yo bitch how to peel shrimps
Ferrari with the spider top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock, I'm always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
911 with the targa top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I'm on the clock, I stay on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
Yeah [x6]
Ferrari with the spider top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock I'm always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
911 with the targa top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock I'm always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
[Corner Boy P:]
And no I don't take a day off
Balling like my niggas in the playoff
Leanin' in Ruth's Chris, I'm dripping steak sauce
Oh that's your baby mama
Nigga you still a little boy
Trapping hella hard up like Adderalls
Seventeens, triple gold tough as corduroys
Young nigga flip a pack and break his family off
Just like the rapping brought a car and parked it in my yard
Homie all on my line like he short an onion
Believe the nerve of this nigga, Mr. short money
I told my bitch this morning this my last Phantom
Regal cleaner than a Beamer but I want a Phantom
[Curren$y:]
Ferrari with the spider top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock, I'm always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
911 with the targa top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I'm on the clock, I stay on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
Money to blow
I stay on the on the go, cause I want more
The records is dope
The boost off the stove, I'm letting em go
But not for the low
You pay for quality that's fosho
I stand by what I provide
Muthafuck that 9-5, 2/47 365
Homeboy that's how I grind
Fly shit I gots to drive, I flat out buy
You'll be paying notes until you die
But never I, that story there not mine
I'm laid up mountain high
Built me a condo in the sky
Park my Chevys in a long line
Couldn't fit em in the picture
I turned my cellphone to the side
At least I tried, to give y'all fools
A glimpse at some real pimps
Taught yo bitch how to crack lobster
Showed yo bitch how to peel shrimps
Ferrari with the spider top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock, I'm always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
911 with the targa top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I'm on the clock, I stay on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
Stunt On Em lyrics - Curren$y
Every now and then I gotta stunt on em
Every now and then I gotta
Every now and then I gotta
Uh
The game is at an all time low
We still getting this cheddar tho
Iceberg jean jacket white t-shirt and a figaro
My girl got a brick cell phone and herringbone
Just an average day in the life of an extraordinary player
Getting paper from vocabulary
Staying high from fine like it grew on vines
Drove the stock Impala to Napa we sampling wines
This a appetizer sampler my nigga I let them try
A little dope get them hooked
Then I make them buy it by the book
We do juggs and that paper multiply
Cash rules everything around me my guy
Fuck you thought this was
Top shark sleeve Lacoste
My raincoat was a Nautica
Only talking bout it cause you brought it up
Every now then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta
Every now and then I gotta
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Open up the Ferrari trunk on them
Show them that's it's on the front on them
Show them ain't no love for them
Tried to bury me alive but I won't throw no mud on them
Instead I get bread live life to the fullest
Make them wish they was dead
But niggas too live like crew
Nigga bless who sneezed, ah-choo
Nigga got the fruit pack, Hi-Chew
Safari Air Max nice shoes
An underground nigga in the Wraith who knew
I took it all when I came through
Niggas balling like two on two
Pickup games Tyronne Lue
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them [x6]
Every now and then I gotta
Every now and then I gotta
Uh
The game is at an all time low
We still getting this cheddar tho
Iceberg jean jacket white t-shirt and a figaro
My girl got a brick cell phone and herringbone
Just an average day in the life of an extraordinary player
Getting paper from vocabulary
Staying high from fine like it grew on vines
Drove the stock Impala to Napa we sampling wines
This a appetizer sampler my nigga I let them try
A little dope get them hooked
Then I make them buy it by the book
We do juggs and that paper multiply
Cash rules everything around me my guy
Fuck you thought this was
Top shark sleeve Lacoste
My raincoat was a Nautica
Only talking bout it cause you brought it up
Every now then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta
Every now and then I gotta
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Open up the Ferrari trunk on them
Show them that's it's on the front on them
Show them ain't no love for them
Tried to bury me alive but I won't throw no mud on them
Instead I get bread live life to the fullest
Make them wish they was dead
But niggas too live like crew
Nigga bless who sneezed, ah-choo
Nigga got the fruit pack, Hi-Chew
Safari Air Max nice shoes
An underground nigga in the Wraith who knew
I took it all when I came through
Niggas balling like two on two
Pickup games Tyronne Lue
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them [x6]
Told Me That lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Starlito)
[Curren$y:]
Uh
96 Impala double S like a yacht on wheels
Paint fresh left the interstate wet
Now watch me smoke and chill same time get a check
That's a walk through and I get paid for every step
Got my golf hat and my white t-shirt gold cuban
I'm not trying too hard but you can tell I know what I'm doin
Sliding off radar
That's Pablo and Gustavo in the race cars
Make money and make war
Fuck a sucka nigga take me for
Real ones take it far
They thought I slept but that was one of my best tricks
I came back in that matte six Spitta going bat shit
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
[Starlito:]
It's Lito
Grind hard my momma on her third foreign
Chitlin circuit but I'm living like I'm world tourin
Treat every last one like it's my first one
Nigga I've been balling since the nerf sponge
Used to get alerts on my chirp when the purp would come
Still got a pound on me now but I ain't serving none
I prefer the strong loud like my burglar alarm
Whip like my bitch I talk to her just to turn her on
If it ain't bout the cash I'll pass like 3rd and long
Pass by driving fast crash if I turn wrong
Burning cones murder songs we do this shit for show
Jetlife grind hard we been cruising since we was broke
And they say...
It's Lito
[Curren$y:]
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
It ain't a game it really ain't a game
Bitches and champagne pistols and gold rings
Some chose to slang some chose to bang
Some chose to rhyme some niggas ain't do a thang
They was froze real ones jumped off the porch
They didn't go they wonder why they don't have dough
While I'm rolling diamonds and gold on me all day
928 S like Scarface
Flip up headlights I drive like I'm in the race
Driving like I'm trying to escape
They say living like this ain't safe
But, I couldn't see it no other way
What you know about it
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
Uh
96 Impala double S like a yacht on wheels
Paint fresh left the interstate wet
Now watch me smoke and chill same time get a check
That's a walk through and I get paid for every step
Got my golf hat and my white t-shirt gold cuban
I'm not trying too hard but you can tell I know what I'm doin
Sliding off radar
That's Pablo and Gustavo in the race cars
Make money and make war
Fuck a sucka nigga take me for
Real ones take it far
They thought I slept but that was one of my best tricks
I came back in that matte six Spitta going bat shit
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
[Starlito:]
It's Lito
Grind hard my momma on her third foreign
Chitlin circuit but I'm living like I'm world tourin
Treat every last one like it's my first one
Nigga I've been balling since the nerf sponge
Used to get alerts on my chirp when the purp would come
Still got a pound on me now but I ain't serving none
I prefer the strong loud like my burglar alarm
Whip like my bitch I talk to her just to turn her on
If it ain't bout the cash I'll pass like 3rd and long
Pass by driving fast crash if I turn wrong
Burning cones murder songs we do this shit for show
Jetlife grind hard we been cruising since we was broke
And they say...
It's Lito
[Curren$y:]
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
It ain't a game it really ain't a game
Bitches and champagne pistols and gold rings
Some chose to slang some chose to bang
Some chose to rhyme some niggas ain't do a thang
They was froze real ones jumped off the porch
They didn't go they wonder why they don't have dough
While I'm rolling diamonds and gold on me all day
928 S like Scarface
Flip up headlights I drive like I'm in the race
Driving like I'm trying to escape
They say living like this ain't safe
But, I couldn't see it no other way
What you know about it
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back
Top Drop lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Scotty Atl)
[Curren$y:]
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane's, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn't talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don't want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don't none of 'em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I'm holding, but that's like everyday if you know me
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop
[Scotty ATL:]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon' get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I'm proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that's my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths
[Curren$y:]
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane's, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn't talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don't want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don't none of 'em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I'm holding, but that's like everyday if you know me
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop
[Scotty ATL:]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon' get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I'm proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that's my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths
[Curren$y:]
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop
We In The Game lyrics - Curren$y
We in the game for millions
Y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions
Y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions
We in the game for millions
I'm in the game for millions, homie I came with killers
You had to pay for them hitters that mean they not really with you
Ferrari's pull up on your sister 10 out of 10 I can get her
10 out of 10 we can flip her
But I was too busy to hit her
Spitta and 808 Mafia make 'em nervous
Riding and swervin' on purpose
Diamonds fittin' me perfect listen to the silver surfer
Free my dawgs we get the work in
Wait bought that wraith paper straight
Jet life on the plate
Hater fix your face, you too late
She's already here
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions, looking to gain some billions
Homie y'all ain't familiar
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions, looking to gain some billions
Yeah
Smoke the night away park the 68
Behind iron gates make sure where I stay
Everything is laid out these days
But you know it didn't start that way
Got it out the mud audio drugs
Underground plug came up got paid
Snatched them niggas cake
They more focused on hoes than bringing that dough in
That's why we kicked the door in
Dug the safe up and some more shit fuck the whole shit
Where the dough is, know we goin'
We be outta town in the mornin'
We got passports we got Porsches
We got Rovers by the fortress
We got castles till they low in
Weren't no hassle we in motion
They ask what i did it for they ask how I get that far
Wonder how I got that car, wanna know if narcotics involved
Have you ever seen spiders scratch jaws
When the fire shoot out the exhaust
I'm on the phone with my lil dawgs
[?] Say when he get out he gon' ball
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions, looking to gain some billions
Homie y'all ain't familiar
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions, looking to gain some billions
Yeah
Y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions
Y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions
We in the game for millions
I'm in the game for millions, homie I came with killers
You had to pay for them hitters that mean they not really with you
Ferrari's pull up on your sister 10 out of 10 I can get her
10 out of 10 we can flip her
But I was too busy to hit her
Spitta and 808 Mafia make 'em nervous
Riding and swervin' on purpose
Diamonds fittin' me perfect listen to the silver surfer
Free my dawgs we get the work in
Wait bought that wraith paper straight
Jet life on the plate
Hater fix your face, you too late
She's already here
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions, looking to gain some billions
Homie y'all ain't familiar
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions, looking to gain some billions
Yeah
Smoke the night away park the 68
Behind iron gates make sure where I stay
Everything is laid out these days
But you know it didn't start that way
Got it out the mud audio drugs
Underground plug came up got paid
Snatched them niggas cake
They more focused on hoes than bringing that dough in
That's why we kicked the door in
Dug the safe up and some more shit fuck the whole shit
Where the dough is, know we goin'
We be outta town in the mornin'
We got passports we got Porsches
We got Rovers by the fortress
We got castles till they low in
Weren't no hassle we in motion
They ask what i did it for they ask how I get that far
Wonder how I got that car, wanna know if narcotics involved
Have you ever seen spiders scratch jaws
When the fire shoot out the exhaust
I'm on the phone with my lil dawgs
[?] Say when he get out he gon' ball
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions, looking to gain some billions
Homie y'all ain't familiar
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions, looking to gain some billions
Yeah
Cessnas And Helicopter Propellers lyrics - Curren$y
Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
She say she down for whatever
She say she down for forever
Said she'd always be with me on a mission for the cheddar
I promise not to forget her and show her the finer weather
We could go anywhere that's what you fucking with a jet fo'
On my levels I'm desperate, its stressful to be successful
Focused on the checks I'm always thinking about my next goal
Burning petro 93 unleaded, nothing less than jet smoke
I had that bitch butt naked, Biscayne Bay my cigarette boats
Living like its the eighties and I'm a cocaine professional
Musical dope, moving snow when the speakers blow
We were scrambling for sneaker dough
Now we buying bigger homes when the deals close
We were scrambling for sneaker dough
Now we hopping out slamming Cadillac doors
Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
She say she down for whatever
She say she down for forever
But then we got confused I though we would never say
Somewhere we got confused I though we never would say never
Somewhere we got confused I thought we never would say never
Never turned to never should we see each other ever again
I got money to get and you knew that when I started this
My main target always been increasing my profit margin
Downtown warehouse, my exotic car storage
Maneuvering in something foreign
Had a translator when I bought it
Though I could have let my diamonds talk for me
My girl like when I wear that shit, looking all player-ish
I wrote this song facing it
I ain't selfish but I'm about myself
Long as you chill I provide help
Count on that like you cont on a stack
I could show you like a map, I could pull up like a phone app
Right where your home at
Mickey and Mallory, its not about a salary its all about reality
Smoking with my bad bitch who brung a bag a cash to me
Staying cool avoid casualties
Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
She say she down for whatever
She say she down for forever
Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
She say she down for whatever
She say she down for forever
But then we got confused I though we would never say
Somewhere we got confused I though we never would say never
Somewhere we got confused I thought we never would say never
Never turned to never should we see each other ever again
I got money to get and you knew that when I started this
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
She say she down for whatever
She say she down for forever
Said she'd always be with me on a mission for the cheddar
I promise not to forget her and show her the finer weather
We could go anywhere that's what you fucking with a jet fo'
On my levels I'm desperate, its stressful to be successful
Focused on the checks I'm always thinking about my next goal
Burning petro 93 unleaded, nothing less than jet smoke
I had that bitch butt naked, Biscayne Bay my cigarette boats
Living like its the eighties and I'm a cocaine professional
Musical dope, moving snow when the speakers blow
We were scrambling for sneaker dough
Now we buying bigger homes when the deals close
We were scrambling for sneaker dough
Now we hopping out slamming Cadillac doors
Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
She say she down for whatever
She say she down for forever
But then we got confused I though we would never say
Somewhere we got confused I though we never would say never
Somewhere we got confused I thought we never would say never
Never turned to never should we see each other ever again
I got money to get and you knew that when I started this
My main target always been increasing my profit margin
Downtown warehouse, my exotic car storage
Maneuvering in something foreign
Had a translator when I bought it
Though I could have let my diamonds talk for me
My girl like when I wear that shit, looking all player-ish
I wrote this song facing it
I ain't selfish but I'm about myself
Long as you chill I provide help
Count on that like you cont on a stack
I could show you like a map, I could pull up like a phone app
Right where your home at
Mickey and Mallory, its not about a salary its all about reality
Smoking with my bad bitch who brung a bag a cash to me
Staying cool avoid casualties
Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
She say she down for whatever
She say she down for forever
Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
She say she down for whatever
She say she down for forever
But then we got confused I though we would never say
Somewhere we got confused I though we never would say never
Somewhere we got confused I thought we never would say never
Never turned to never should we see each other ever again
I got money to get and you knew that when I started this
G's Walk In lyrics - Curren$y
And then the Gs walked in and everything froze
You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
Money on my mind sticking to the code
She see me getting mine can't help it if she chose
And then the Gs walked in and everything froze
You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
Money on my mind sticking to the code
She see me getting mine can't help it if she chose
Ain't right game tight
Plotted maneuvered executing the same night
No room for hesitation excuses in this life
This money don't wait I get to it all night
In the studio cooking shows steady booking
Bought a new car paid for it with this jugging
It cost to be the boss, tall price
Some niggas too scared of heights
I climbed swan dived behind mine and anytime
Grinded for them rollies now all the top jewelers know me
Mr. Cop a show piece, 40 bands just on a band my man
Hot hands frozen fingers pinkies on ice like Disney
Figure skaters on my bracelet getting dizzy
Picture me sitting fuck that
Picture me getting
Picture me whipping in Ferrari shifting on the pacific
Smoking something exotic and terrific
Life like this only comes with a risk
Money and the power and a bad bitch
Living like I've been selling powder my nigga mad bricks
This ain't nothing but that audio dope boy magic yea
And then the Gs walked in and everything froze
You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
Money on my mind sticking to the code
She see me getting mine can't help it if she chose
And then the Gs walked in and everything froze
You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
Money on my mind sticking to the code
She see me getting mine can't help it if she chose
You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
Money on my mind sticking to the code
She see me getting mine can't help it if she chose
And then the Gs walked in and everything froze
You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
Money on my mind sticking to the code
She see me getting mine can't help it if she chose
Ain't right game tight
Plotted maneuvered executing the same night
No room for hesitation excuses in this life
This money don't wait I get to it all night
In the studio cooking shows steady booking
Bought a new car paid for it with this jugging
It cost to be the boss, tall price
Some niggas too scared of heights
I climbed swan dived behind mine and anytime
Grinded for them rollies now all the top jewelers know me
Mr. Cop a show piece, 40 bands just on a band my man
Hot hands frozen fingers pinkies on ice like Disney
Figure skaters on my bracelet getting dizzy
Picture me sitting fuck that
Picture me getting
Picture me whipping in Ferrari shifting on the pacific
Smoking something exotic and terrific
Life like this only comes with a risk
Money and the power and a bad bitch
Living like I've been selling powder my nigga mad bricks
This ain't nothing but that audio dope boy magic yea
And then the Gs walked in and everything froze
You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
Money on my mind sticking to the code
She see me getting mine can't help it if she chose
And then the Gs walked in and everything froze
You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
Money on my mind sticking to the code
She see me getting mine can't help it if she chose
Traffic lyrics - Curren$y
Mashin, smashin
Live ass niggas in traffic, lighting up
Gas is, classics, playa ass niggas in traffic, mashin
Live ass niggas in traffic, lighting up
Hittin classics, playa ass niggas in traffic, catch a nigga
Mashin to where the cash is, live ass niggas in traffic, yea bitch
Smashin, couple live ass niggas in
Uh
Swervin on purpose tell her herb lit shit perfect
Chevy surfin, bout 12 over south side dippin in the line
Chicks hypnotized by my Dayton wires, how I slide
They say I got a one track mind
But I think about money and cars all the time
What I drive to the awards when it's showtime
When it's go time 13 inch Dayton's like I'm skating on dimes
In my own lane, doing my own thang, stacking my own change
Rolling my own joints and I'm smoking my own strain
This a different cup I don't drink what y'all drink
I'm just tryna fill up the bank and my gas tank
Never pay attention to what y'all think
I rather drop 300 on a Mulsanne
So I could drive to my nephew ball game
Mashin, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, rolling up
Not passing don't ask him
Playa ass nigga in traffic, lighting up
Mashing, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic on his way
To where the cash is, then we dashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, yea
Mashin, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, rolling up
Not passing don't ask him
Playa ass nigga in traffic, lighting up
Mashing, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic on his way
To where the cash is, then we dashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, yea
Live ass niggas in traffic, lighting up
Gas is, classics, playa ass niggas in traffic, mashin
Live ass niggas in traffic, lighting up
Hittin classics, playa ass niggas in traffic, catch a nigga
Mashin to where the cash is, live ass niggas in traffic, yea bitch
Smashin, couple live ass niggas in
Uh
Swervin on purpose tell her herb lit shit perfect
Chevy surfin, bout 12 over south side dippin in the line
Chicks hypnotized by my Dayton wires, how I slide
They say I got a one track mind
But I think about money and cars all the time
What I drive to the awards when it's showtime
When it's go time 13 inch Dayton's like I'm skating on dimes
In my own lane, doing my own thang, stacking my own change
Rolling my own joints and I'm smoking my own strain
This a different cup I don't drink what y'all drink
I'm just tryna fill up the bank and my gas tank
Never pay attention to what y'all think
I rather drop 300 on a Mulsanne
So I could drive to my nephew ball game
Mashin, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, rolling up
Not passing don't ask him
Playa ass nigga in traffic, lighting up
Mashing, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic on his way
To where the cash is, then we dashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, yea
Mashin, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, rolling up
Not passing don't ask him
Playa ass nigga in traffic, lighting up
Mashing, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic on his way
To where the cash is, then we dashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, yea
All On One Tape lyrics - Curren$y
Rest in peace Soulja Slim, Lil Snupe, Big L
2 Pac, Biggie, Lil Derrick, Pimp C, Yellow Boy [?]
Got me feelin like
This weed got me feelin like
This money got me feelin like
I'm hella high and these niggas so jive
Hate in they eyes as I drive by, but never will I ask why
It must just suck to be a never fly, underling
This is a boss thing, and these are boss rings
Sunshine on my fingers through the windows of the Gulf Stream
What you know G? Hoe, you don't know me
41 millimeter Rollie, tryna be low key
Please, them bitches spotted me soon as I slid in
I had my girl with me it ain't make them hoes no different
They was still tryna get it
But you ain't gotta lie to kick it
Might be down with it, if she dig ya
I'm outside with the killas, talkin peace
In the breeze, smoking weed but next week I'm Snow Beach Polo Skis
Four inch freeze, me in the prime of my life
I made the hustle and my bitch become sister-wives
And now the love is intertwined, money on my mind'
Got me feeling like 8 Ball, MJG and Too $hort was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like, Jay-Z, AZ, Nas, Rick Ross, Scarface was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
Tha Dogg Pound, Nipsey Hussle, DJ Quik and MC Eiht was all on one tape dawg, Lord
Got me feeling like OutKast, Cam'ron and Lil Wayne was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
All on one tape
Like they was all on one tape Lord, got me feelin like
Soulja Slim, Pimp C - all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
2 Pac, Bigge Smalls, Eazy-E was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like
And Dilla did the beats
Max B
And then DJ Screw slowed it up
Dom Kennedy
Then Jam Master Jay did some scratches on it
Big K.R.I.T., Killer Mike, Slim Thug, Gunplay
All on one tape Lord
2 Pac, Biggie, Lil Derrick, Pimp C, Yellow Boy [?]
Got me feelin like
This weed got me feelin like
This money got me feelin like
I'm hella high and these niggas so jive
Hate in they eyes as I drive by, but never will I ask why
It must just suck to be a never fly, underling
This is a boss thing, and these are boss rings
Sunshine on my fingers through the windows of the Gulf Stream
What you know G? Hoe, you don't know me
41 millimeter Rollie, tryna be low key
Please, them bitches spotted me soon as I slid in
I had my girl with me it ain't make them hoes no different
They was still tryna get it
But you ain't gotta lie to kick it
Might be down with it, if she dig ya
I'm outside with the killas, talkin peace
In the breeze, smoking weed but next week I'm Snow Beach Polo Skis
Four inch freeze, me in the prime of my life
I made the hustle and my bitch become sister-wives
And now the love is intertwined, money on my mind'
Got me feeling like 8 Ball, MJG and Too $hort was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like, Jay-Z, AZ, Nas, Rick Ross, Scarface was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
Tha Dogg Pound, Nipsey Hussle, DJ Quik and MC Eiht was all on one tape dawg, Lord
Got me feeling like OutKast, Cam'ron and Lil Wayne was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
All on one tape
Like they was all on one tape Lord, got me feelin like
Soulja Slim, Pimp C - all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
2 Pac, Bigge Smalls, Eazy-E was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like
And Dilla did the beats
Max B
And then DJ Screw slowed it up
Dom Kennedy
Then Jam Master Jay did some scratches on it
Big K.R.I.T., Killer Mike, Slim Thug, Gunplay
All on one tape Lord
Anybody lyrics - Curren$y
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I guess all I'm saying anybody could be somebody
They counted me out, I counted up, I counter punch
Upper cut, out the blue fucked em up
Copped a new coupe, so I could pull up on a bitch and tell her that we through
I thought you knew, ran into one that's way realer than you
Now watch me move, only money will I pursue
Oh I done paid dues, so much I probably paid for you
I ain't tripping its cool, my young bitch said I'm dripping
She wipe the sauce off my shoes
I'm in the trap kitchen smoked out in this vocal booth
They ain't want see me winning them haters turned off they tunes
Bigger than television bitch the underground rules
And now they see I did it on any level
Rolex bezel Ferraris and better
Yeah, Yeah
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I guess all I'm saying anybody could be somebody
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Oh Lord now I walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe, I can't believe
I used to dream about it, now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I guess all I'm saying anybody could
I guess all I'm saying anybody could
I guess all I'm saying anybody could
Anybody
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I guess all I'm saying anybody could be somebody
They counted me out, I counted up, I counter punch
Upper cut, out the blue fucked em up
Copped a new coupe, so I could pull up on a bitch and tell her that we through
I thought you knew, ran into one that's way realer than you
Now watch me move, only money will I pursue
Oh I done paid dues, so much I probably paid for you
I ain't tripping its cool, my young bitch said I'm dripping
She wipe the sauce off my shoes
I'm in the trap kitchen smoked out in this vocal booth
They ain't want see me winning them haters turned off they tunes
Bigger than television bitch the underground rules
And now they see I did it on any level
Rolex bezel Ferraris and better
Yeah, Yeah
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I guess all I'm saying anybody could be somebody
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Oh Lord now I walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe, I can't believe
I used to dream about it, now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I guess all I'm saying anybody could
I guess all I'm saying anybody could
I guess all I'm saying anybody could
Anybody
This Side lyrics - Curren$y (feat. C-Style)
[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Was raised in the ways of G's on this side
Papers up niggas plotting, bitches watching
Dollars clocking, ballers spotting, seen me hop in
Impala's dropping out the sky
Or so it seems cause I got em out my crib in line by the 3's
Nigga this is me, all I could ever be
All I could ever give you when I'm on these beats
Now I ease my way in the game avoiding the fleas
Big dog though when I scratch, I'm talking bout them G stacks
Triple OG sacks get lit, then tracks get ripped
Firing like pump pistol grips, blood on the bricks
Wash it off then sell that shit
Oh there's a boss in the midst, can't you smell his scent
You see a shark fin moving toward a feed of fish
Tuck it or you won't be leaving with it
Uh, you see a shark fin moving toward a feed of fish
Oh you done stepped into some dealer shit
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Was raised in the ways of G's on this side
[C-Style:]
Uh, block clicking got them chickens and them Desert Eag's
Ten speed, before I ever whipped a V
I'm on the East with my G's in the trenches
Rep long like trenches
Bending corners on them inches
Nigga this is the life that a lot of niggas kill fo'
Ya boys hating they all still broke
Get to the money nigga, what the fuck you think we here fo'
Aw shit nigga, here we go, peep the scenario
Pick ups and drop offs right in front the corner store
Overtime, on my grind gotta get the dough
Done seen a little now I want more
Going hard til they kick the door
I need a new coupe, a bad bitch with a Beyonce hair-do
G'd up at all times you know how I do
Left side when I ride, Harvey Blue
[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Was raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Was raised in the ways of G's on this side
Papers up niggas plotting, bitches watching
Dollars clocking, ballers spotting, seen me hop in
Impala's dropping out the sky
Or so it seems cause I got em out my crib in line by the 3's
Nigga this is me, all I could ever be
All I could ever give you when I'm on these beats
Now I ease my way in the game avoiding the fleas
Big dog though when I scratch, I'm talking bout them G stacks
Triple OG sacks get lit, then tracks get ripped
Firing like pump pistol grips, blood on the bricks
Wash it off then sell that shit
Oh there's a boss in the midst, can't you smell his scent
You see a shark fin moving toward a feed of fish
Tuck it or you won't be leaving with it
Uh, you see a shark fin moving toward a feed of fish
Oh you done stepped into some dealer shit
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Was raised in the ways of G's on this side
[C-Style:]
Uh, block clicking got them chickens and them Desert Eag's
Ten speed, before I ever whipped a V
I'm on the East with my G's in the trenches
Rep long like trenches
Bending corners on them inches
Nigga this is the life that a lot of niggas kill fo'
Ya boys hating they all still broke
Get to the money nigga, what the fuck you think we here fo'
Aw shit nigga, here we go, peep the scenario
Pick ups and drop offs right in front the corner store
Overtime, on my grind gotta get the dough
Done seen a little now I want more
Going hard til they kick the door
I need a new coupe, a bad bitch with a Beyonce hair-do
G'd up at all times you know how I do
Left side when I ride, Harvey Blue
[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Was raised in the ways of G's on this side
Insane lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Marcelo & Ty)
[Curren$y:]
Live the life a nigga die for
Wish ya wife would be my side ho
Never seen a nigga fly where
Take a ride inside a 64
Hop out ask him what his info
He ain't tell ya but his bitch know
Getting to the figures that addition digits flipping triple tell him gimme mo'
Sent ya bitch to the corner store
Bag of chips and a 40 Row
They ain't mine but the chips is
Go give the beer to my big bro
[Mr. Marcelo:]
House full of bitches, weed in the kitchen
Hell yea nigga we living
And all these bitches tryna get a real nigga even when a nigga ain't pitching
A real OG in my city lil nigga motherfucker better ask around
I always have been a standup guy so it ain't no backing down
I used to make [?], now I make [?]
Hustle all night, pray all day I'll sleep when I'm 6 feet deep
Pops used to sip Ol' E, moms sip Henn on the rocks
And I did coming up as a kid, was smoke big blunts like Ox
I used to have dreams like ML King, then I start acting like Malcolm X
I always did have a lot of money, I always did get a lot of respect
Debit, credit, cash, purp, kush, hash
Shit to real to be standing still so OG's be chasing bags
[Curren$y:]
All them bitches insane, all them bitches insane
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them bitches the same, all them bitches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them niggas is lame, that money just ain't a thang
Them bitches just after my fame
[T.Y.:]
Look, I told that bitch, don't be catching feelings and shit
Right after I hit, I'm mashing off in that new Benz
Motherfuck them tints, want you to see me and my friends
When we steerin the Bent, ain't gon kill you with a ratchet
But with the way I live, yea
She gon shake that for some tips
But I'm not gon give a shit
I'm gon spend that on some rims
Stomp a nigga in some Timbs
Just because they want pretend
Like they gangsters but they really pussy boy your sister told me what it is
Wake up and I grind for breakfast
I stunt so hard that I can not help it
Yea that Jet Life I'm gon rep it
All these bitches the same, I just gotta accept it
Don't slam my door when you ride with me ho
Yea, you cross the line and I come for your throat
[Curren$y:]
All them bitches insane, all them bitches the same
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them bitches the same, all them bitches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them niggas is lame, that money just ain't a thang
Them bitches just after my fame
Live the life a nigga die for
Wish ya wife would be my side ho
Never seen a nigga fly where
Take a ride inside a 64
Hop out ask him what his info
He ain't tell ya but his bitch know
Getting to the figures that addition digits flipping triple tell him gimme mo'
Sent ya bitch to the corner store
Bag of chips and a 40 Row
They ain't mine but the chips is
Go give the beer to my big bro
[Mr. Marcelo:]
House full of bitches, weed in the kitchen
Hell yea nigga we living
And all these bitches tryna get a real nigga even when a nigga ain't pitching
A real OG in my city lil nigga motherfucker better ask around
I always have been a standup guy so it ain't no backing down
I used to make [?], now I make [?]
Hustle all night, pray all day I'll sleep when I'm 6 feet deep
Pops used to sip Ol' E, moms sip Henn on the rocks
And I did coming up as a kid, was smoke big blunts like Ox
I used to have dreams like ML King, then I start acting like Malcolm X
I always did have a lot of money, I always did get a lot of respect
Debit, credit, cash, purp, kush, hash
Shit to real to be standing still so OG's be chasing bags
[Curren$y:]
All them bitches insane, all them bitches insane
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them bitches the same, all them bitches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them niggas is lame, that money just ain't a thang
Them bitches just after my fame
[T.Y.:]
Look, I told that bitch, don't be catching feelings and shit
Right after I hit, I'm mashing off in that new Benz
Motherfuck them tints, want you to see me and my friends
When we steerin the Bent, ain't gon kill you with a ratchet
But with the way I live, yea
She gon shake that for some tips
But I'm not gon give a shit
I'm gon spend that on some rims
Stomp a nigga in some Timbs
Just because they want pretend
Like they gangsters but they really pussy boy your sister told me what it is
Wake up and I grind for breakfast
I stunt so hard that I can not help it
Yea that Jet Life I'm gon rep it
All these bitches the same, I just gotta accept it
Don't slam my door when you ride with me ho
Yea, you cross the line and I come for your throat
[Curren$y:]
All them bitches insane, all them bitches the same
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them bitches the same, all them bitches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them niggas is lame, that money just ain't a thang
Them bitches just after my fame
Speculation lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Ty & Fiend)
[Curren$y:]
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
Got keys to her pad but I didn't smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass is
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
I got keys to her pad but I haven't smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass feel
Money make her, yea baby girl that's what your ass is
Selling dreams to them suckers she be making mad chips
She share it with me cause them simps don't compare to me
When she get turned on she look at me like she scared of me
Money in the race, pulled up on the homie Killer Mike at the black owned bank
Dropped a hundred thousand dollars in the safe, we been eating on the road
Bitch stacking up to go play, all a nigga know
Living the fast way, weed burning slow
In a Versace ash tray, Gucci butter dishes
Air Max in colorways, that you could never get
If you robbed a factory, I got it right now
You could try it out after me
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the
[T.Y.:]
Uh, jumped in the game when I boarded the plane
Yea, parked the Wraith just to hop in the Mulsanne
Yea, all these colors in my damn chain
It'll make yo bitch do some real strange things
Straight to the freaky shit, then I delete the bitch
I get stoned on some real Cheech & Chong shit
I know you liked every song but what's your favorite
We can get loaded while I play that shit
Live in color, me and my niggas like no other
Word to my mother, daddy, uncle and lil brother
We ain't gon suffer, cause I'm one grinding motherfucker
Yea, always, nigga we get paid
The cars you see us drive, we whip em like slaves
Day to day, she bring that paper, one of my ways
Fuck bitches get paid
[Fiend:]
Roll up when I roll up
Leave the valet a tip plus the roaches
Stoned up in this man but I'm focused
Shades too dark to notice
I represent survivors, soldiers, who had soft white or rocked up Cola
I used to press cash in the sofa
I ain't even asked her to come over
Money machine Fiend, couldn't have seen this in my dreams
20s 50s 100s with the bling
All this gold is just a lil something to a king
Bullets to a bulletproof truck is but a thing
Small oversight mix up, led to drop offs and pick ups
Penitentiary chances, to glit up, my wrist up
Ship pills sometimes the answer won't pick up
But living in gold eyes buck and get the hiccups [?]
You could count my chips up
[Curren$y:]
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
Got keys to her pad but I didn't smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass is
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
I got keys to her pad but I haven't smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass feel
Money make her, yea baby girl that's what your ass is
Selling dreams to them suckers she be making mad chips
She share it with me cause them simps don't compare to me
When she get turned on she look at me like she scared of me
Money in the race, pulled up on the homie Killer Mike at the black owned bank
Dropped a hundred thousand dollars in the safe, we been eating on the road
Bitch stacking up to go play, all a nigga know
Living the fast way, weed burning slow
In a Versace ash tray, Gucci butter dishes
Air Max in colorways, that you could never get
If you robbed a factory, I got it right now
You could try it out after me
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the
[T.Y.:]
Uh, jumped in the game when I boarded the plane
Yea, parked the Wraith just to hop in the Mulsanne
Yea, all these colors in my damn chain
It'll make yo bitch do some real strange things
Straight to the freaky shit, then I delete the bitch
I get stoned on some real Cheech & Chong shit
I know you liked every song but what's your favorite
We can get loaded while I play that shit
Live in color, me and my niggas like no other
Word to my mother, daddy, uncle and lil brother
We ain't gon suffer, cause I'm one grinding motherfucker
Yea, always, nigga we get paid
The cars you see us drive, we whip em like slaves
Day to day, she bring that paper, one of my ways
Fuck bitches get paid
[Fiend:]
Roll up when I roll up
Leave the valet a tip plus the roaches
Stoned up in this man but I'm focused
Shades too dark to notice
I represent survivors, soldiers, who had soft white or rocked up Cola
I used to press cash in the sofa
I ain't even asked her to come over
Money machine Fiend, couldn't have seen this in my dreams
20s 50s 100s with the bling
All this gold is just a lil something to a king
Bullets to a bulletproof truck is but a thing
Small oversight mix up, led to drop offs and pick ups
Penitentiary chances, to glit up, my wrist up
Ship pills sometimes the answer won't pick up
But living in gold eyes buck and get the hiccups [?]
You could count my chips up
[Curren$y:]
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the
Treat Em The Same lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Corner Boy P)
[Curren$y:]
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played
Dime a dozen, going comin'
Flossin', stuntin'
Them hoes love it, want more of it
From the oven, dress
My sweatpants they the same brand as my luggage
High end chilling
Jet living, Sachs Fifthing
Shopping, sipping, kinda tipsy
Bumped into something bad walking past Tiffany & Co
By tonight I'll have her doing as I say though
Four switches gold Daytons on my stagecoach
Pretty things classy hoes get slayed all the same
Got game from my big bro
Spitta in your house what's the zip code
I Heard they got some freaky lil' women next door
Fo sho
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played
[Corner Boy P:]
True player, true blues, true to the game
Hard floors, Rollie dial, golden champagne
Game recognize, the real realize
Rims on little tires, candy bowties
Parking lot landlords when we brang 'em out
Can't take these ho's to the crib, you know they'll run they mouths
Got one tinted, pull it over when I dig her out
And roll me one, drop her off won't even smoke her out
I got a bitch that will leave me almost every night
So bad bitches come and go when your money right
And I'm in Balmain like it's Polo, all my Nikes is white
Oh I ain't nothing nice, I'm trynna fuck tonight
Awnser that text just don't miss this jet hoe
Still got old money, Jordan Retros
Never pressed but I'm a need it like the same day
Treat 'em all the same way, planes on the runway
[Curren$y:]
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played
Dime a dozen, going comin'
Flossin', stuntin'
Them hoes love it, want more of it
From the oven, dress
My sweatpants they the same brand as my luggage
High end chilling
Jet living, Sachs Fifthing
Shopping, sipping, kinda tipsy
Bumped into something bad walking past Tiffany & Co
By tonight I'll have her doing as I say though
Four switches gold Daytons on my stagecoach
Pretty things classy hoes get slayed all the same
Got game from my big bro
Spitta in your house what's the zip code
I Heard they got some freaky lil' women next door
Fo sho
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played
[Corner Boy P:]
True player, true blues, true to the game
Hard floors, Rollie dial, golden champagne
Game recognize, the real realize
Rims on little tires, candy bowties
Parking lot landlords when we brang 'em out
Can't take these ho's to the crib, you know they'll run they mouths
Got one tinted, pull it over when I dig her out
And roll me one, drop her off won't even smoke her out
I got a bitch that will leave me almost every night
So bad bitches come and go when your money right
And I'm in Balmain like it's Polo, all my Nikes is white
Oh I ain't nothing nice, I'm trynna fuck tonight
Awnser that text just don't miss this jet hoe
Still got old money, Jordan Retros
Never pressed but I'm a need it like the same day
Treat 'em all the same way, planes on the runway
[Curren$y:]
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
My Man lyrics - Curren$y
Thousand dollar umbrellas in the dope jams my man
Coolest nigga on the off land my man
40 yard dash in soft sand my man
Laying up with either hand, ambidextrous
Signing when I get them checks, bitch
Collect whips, driveway sick
You should check it various carriages
I just added to the list my man
69 Camaro and a Nova that I had to get my man
Rap money extravagance vacuum-sealed packages
Madness, ocean growing lettuce and cabbages
Smoking weed with the baddest one of my good habits
Sprinkling game on these tracks a nigga so good
Added your hoes frozen looking at it
As I drove past with my man
I got that drive in my eyes they see the passion
They come to see me in their high ass fashion
Designer panties get sneered to the side when I'm smashing
I wore my flooded Cuban for a chain reaction my man
Bathing Ape sweats neck in pomegranate my man
Watching Knot's Landing haters can't stand it my man
They can't box me in because I'm outstanding my man
One of the highest and the flyest niggas on the planet [x5]
Jet life
Coolest nigga on the off land my man
40 yard dash in soft sand my man
Laying up with either hand, ambidextrous
Signing when I get them checks, bitch
Collect whips, driveway sick
You should check it various carriages
I just added to the list my man
69 Camaro and a Nova that I had to get my man
Rap money extravagance vacuum-sealed packages
Madness, ocean growing lettuce and cabbages
Smoking weed with the baddest one of my good habits
Sprinkling game on these tracks a nigga so good
Added your hoes frozen looking at it
As I drove past with my man
I got that drive in my eyes they see the passion
They come to see me in their high ass fashion
Designer panties get sneered to the side when I'm smashing
I wore my flooded Cuban for a chain reaction my man
Bathing Ape sweats neck in pomegranate my man
Watching Knot's Landing haters can't stand it my man
They can't box me in because I'm outstanding my man
One of the highest and the flyest niggas on the planet [x5]
Jet life
Intro lyrics - Curren$y
("Cathedral" Version)
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Dadada dada dada dada
Dadada dada dada dada
Weed & Instrumentals 2
Yeah
What we finna' step off into
Nothing but the Jet Life Crew
Doing shit like we always do
Which you wish you could do
The chosen few
All about that loot
Dadada dada dada
I should drop a few bars to this motherfucker
But I won't
I'm a stand still
Freeze time for a minute
Twist one up, as I advise you to
Twist two or three up, four or five up
We got like, 50 minutes of music
Might got an hour worth of music on this motherfucker so
Have all your dabs and things in order
Have your wax in order
Have your pizza ordered
Have your Fiji waters
Yeah
JLR stay workin'
Gon' smoke another one for my dog Fendi P
I just heard his single
We ain't gon' discuss it all the way
Can't tell you who on it and all that shit
We just gotta let it drop
My whole family in the building tonight
My inspiration drove me to the building tonight
I'm a get back to that
Life
Yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Nigga smokin' weed in it, laughin' in our pictures nigga, yeah
Keep the E in it
Smokin' weed in it
Yeah
One, two, three into the four
Watch Spitta swing that 65 from his door
Yeah
Dadada dada dada
Eastside on the rise like everytime
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Dadada dada dada dada
Dadada dada dada dada
Weed & Instrumentals 2
Yeah
What we finna' step off into
Nothing but the Jet Life Crew
Doing shit like we always do
Which you wish you could do
The chosen few
All about that loot
Dadada dada dada
I should drop a few bars to this motherfucker
But I won't
I'm a stand still
Freeze time for a minute
Twist one up, as I advise you to
Twist two or three up, four or five up
We got like, 50 minutes of music
Might got an hour worth of music on this motherfucker so
Have all your dabs and things in order
Have your wax in order
Have your pizza ordered
Have your Fiji waters
Yeah
JLR stay workin'
Gon' smoke another one for my dog Fendi P
I just heard his single
We ain't gon' discuss it all the way
Can't tell you who on it and all that shit
We just gotta let it drop
My whole family in the building tonight
My inspiration drove me to the building tonight
I'm a get back to that
Life
Yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Nigga smokin' weed in it, laughin' in our pictures nigga, yeah
Keep the E in it
Smokin' weed in it
Yeah
One, two, three into the four
Watch Spitta swing that 65 from his door
Yeah
Dadada dada dada
Eastside on the rise like everytime
Ownership lyrics - Curren$y
Weed and Instrumentals 2
Uh, 93 octane to get my mind right
68 wrap frame hoe and it's outside
Every day for the cake nigga this Jet Life
Rolled on you, before you got a chance to ride
I've done it for my side, same as every time
Ten toes down, but a nigga sky high
Eyes low, but I'm watching profits
Portraits of dead presidents
There's large face, dollars in my wallet
I represent, every where, I lay it down for my partners
Grew up how I grew up, they been to places I've been
Look out boy on the porch of the crack houses
To the mansions with the Porsche's, four door [?] squatting
In and out of shit, no time to think about it
Hesitating and them niggas on the way to take it
Since you playin', niggas will show you who to play with'
I done fucked around, made the Bentley my everyday whip
Wraith for the weekend, Ferrari my holiday pick
Rollin' joints on the ownership papers for all of my shits
Sorry, but I'm really not sorry
I done killed it, buried it and built a fucking house on it
Weed and Instrumentals
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life nigga yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life nigga yeah
Uh, 93 octane to get my mind right
68 wrap frame hoe and it's outside
Every day for the cake nigga this Jet Life
Rolled on you, before you got a chance to ride
I've done it for my side, same as every time
Ten toes down, but a nigga sky high
Eyes low, but I'm watching profits
Portraits of dead presidents
There's large face, dollars in my wallet
I represent, every where, I lay it down for my partners
Grew up how I grew up, they been to places I've been
Look out boy on the porch of the crack houses
To the mansions with the Porsche's, four door [?] squatting
In and out of shit, no time to think about it
Hesitating and them niggas on the way to take it
Since you playin', niggas will show you who to play with'
I done fucked around, made the Bentley my everyday whip
Wraith for the weekend, Ferrari my holiday pick
Rollin' joints on the ownership papers for all of my shits
Sorry, but I'm really not sorry
I done killed it, buried it and built a fucking house on it
Weed and Instrumentals
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life nigga yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life nigga yeah
Got Damn lyrics - Curren$y (with Cornerboy P)
[Curren$y:]
Let me smoke one with my dog
Right on Flake Street
Fendi P, Corner Boy P
What you call him
[Corner Boy P:]
Oh shit, oh shit
Bitch you know that's Corner Boy
These hoes, ain't fucking you, cause you a broke boy
Big wheels, riding with a Barbie, in a Tonka truck
Nerf gun, on my lap and no, this is not a toy
Oh shit, I think I'm facing time, shit got me paranoid
Boost Mobile clicking, niggas say he 'bout to [?]
Push the bitch face out my lap, I got to make a play
Ándale, honestly I pray to trap another day
God damn, I went through them bands, I mean like God damn
Blowin' gas, all in the air, no I don't fuck with squares
Got damn, put them bands on him, get that nigga murked
His homies ain't gon' do shit for him, but put him on a shirt
God damn, I'm balling, and you hating, that's so pussy
You a pussy, hating on your dog, for pussy, fucking pussy
Always pull your gun and never fucking shoot it
(Never shoot it)
I'm a real Eastside nigga, you can't overlook me
Bring me $4, 500, you could get a P
Don't tell me 'bout no Cali prices, Cali far from here
I'm in the club, with a stick of dope behind my ear
Play legendary, fuck around gon' let it go in here
I came up with some niggas, they feel just like me
Your bitch DM said she just wanna put her mouth on me
It's Jet Life, I'm getting money, I flip twice a week
I'm talking Audi G, Beamer G
My scale on me, that's major key
She give me top, my candle lit
I swerve the car, can't handle it
These broke boy's don't want no smoke
I split that nigga cantaloupe
I got bands around the dough
I got first dibs on your hoe
Just served her a
They knocking at my momma door
I blacked out in the booth
Don't fucking ask why Spitta signed me fo'
Let me smoke one with my dog
Right on Flake Street
Fendi P, Corner Boy P
What you call him
[Corner Boy P:]
Oh shit, oh shit
Bitch you know that's Corner Boy
These hoes, ain't fucking you, cause you a broke boy
Big wheels, riding with a Barbie, in a Tonka truck
Nerf gun, on my lap and no, this is not a toy
Oh shit, I think I'm facing time, shit got me paranoid
Boost Mobile clicking, niggas say he 'bout to [?]
Push the bitch face out my lap, I got to make a play
Ándale, honestly I pray to trap another day
God damn, I went through them bands, I mean like God damn
Blowin' gas, all in the air, no I don't fuck with squares
Got damn, put them bands on him, get that nigga murked
His homies ain't gon' do shit for him, but put him on a shirt
God damn, I'm balling, and you hating, that's so pussy
You a pussy, hating on your dog, for pussy, fucking pussy
Always pull your gun and never fucking shoot it
(Never shoot it)
I'm a real Eastside nigga, you can't overlook me
Bring me $4, 500, you could get a P
Don't tell me 'bout no Cali prices, Cali far from here
I'm in the club, with a stick of dope behind my ear
Play legendary, fuck around gon' let it go in here
I came up with some niggas, they feel just like me
Your bitch DM said she just wanna put her mouth on me
It's Jet Life, I'm getting money, I flip twice a week
I'm talking Audi G, Beamer G
My scale on me, that's major key
She give me top, my candle lit
I swerve the car, can't handle it
These broke boy's don't want no smoke
I split that nigga cantaloupe
I got bands around the dough
I got first dibs on your hoe
Just served her a
They knocking at my momma door
I blacked out in the booth
Don't fucking ask why Spitta signed me fo'
Pirates lyrics - Curren$y
I ride around in my Rolls wearing a Rollie you roll
Basketball shorts, 3 cones and both of my phones
I'm waiting on real niggas to call
Closing on my home
A little spot to park cars, like that fucking bong
I'm smoking that Cali strong, never leave it alone
I got love for that place, sure as my Daytons is chrome
As I look over the game, I see where it's going wrong
We letting too much slide, royals neglecting the throne
Essence is stepping upon, radio lettin' em'
Children is singing along, brainwashed coming up
They whole perception is thrown, as to what the game really is
Too many suckas getting away with that silly shit
Pink champagne let my pinky ring lift
Extend as I sip, diamonds spring marvelous
Ballin' with the hunger of a starving artist
It's hard to sleep on the sound of that money calling
I'm rolling the dice, controlling the price
Manufacture and distribute all in one night
Shots called by the one that you gotta see
Piano Man, gold fingers, musical keys
They all come to me, they all come to me
Music by the key
My weed instrumentals
Basketball shorts, 3 cones and both of my phones
I'm waiting on real niggas to call
Closing on my home
A little spot to park cars, like that fucking bong
I'm smoking that Cali strong, never leave it alone
I got love for that place, sure as my Daytons is chrome
As I look over the game, I see where it's going wrong
We letting too much slide, royals neglecting the throne
Essence is stepping upon, radio lettin' em'
Children is singing along, brainwashed coming up
They whole perception is thrown, as to what the game really is
Too many suckas getting away with that silly shit
Pink champagne let my pinky ring lift
Extend as I sip, diamonds spring marvelous
Ballin' with the hunger of a starving artist
It's hard to sleep on the sound of that money calling
I'm rolling the dice, controlling the price
Manufacture and distribute all in one night
Shots called by the one that you gotta see
Piano Man, gold fingers, musical keys
They all come to me, they all come to me
Music by the key
My weed instrumentals
Grown Up lyrics - Curren$y
Chevy's on switches, barbed wire the fences
Chromed out engines, not stopping for bitches
Scribble lyrics in my igloo, I'm too cool
Dead stock tissue in the box, my old, new shoes
Stomp that hoe shit, the fuck out
I got my money up, man hold it down for the south
My only mission, to the code I'm sticking
In the mist, gorillas burning killers
Conjuring spirits from the ghost whispers
Showed me how to be a colder nigga
Staying low, eyes open, focused on my figure
Smoking a bowl, sitting on a pot of gold, in my city
Seafood gumbo, sticking to my ribs
Hopping out my low rider, parked out side my moms crib
Kissed her on the cheek before I slid
Get in my car, lit up another clip and hit the front switch
Right before I dip, nigga you know what it is
Hella hard time, some how I skate but yet I wonder
If sooner or later, my city will take me, under
What could I do, hustle up or be broke
Home boy I thought you knew
More bricks, aw shit, another watch, another whip
Gold diggers head hurting, they, can't pick
Who to fuck first, cause my niggas all rich
Ferrari horse, I, paddle shift
488 Spider, quite extravagant
Ladies and Gents
Spitta in the building is a, major event
It's worth every cent
Ask anyone, that's ever been
I stand by my product, Jet Life fine purveyor of audio narcotics
You heard about us
Low riders and exotics outside lined up
Chromed out engines, not stopping for bitches
Scribble lyrics in my igloo, I'm too cool
Dead stock tissue in the box, my old, new shoes
Stomp that hoe shit, the fuck out
I got my money up, man hold it down for the south
My only mission, to the code I'm sticking
In the mist, gorillas burning killers
Conjuring spirits from the ghost whispers
Showed me how to be a colder nigga
Staying low, eyes open, focused on my figure
Smoking a bowl, sitting on a pot of gold, in my city
Seafood gumbo, sticking to my ribs
Hopping out my low rider, parked out side my moms crib
Kissed her on the cheek before I slid
Get in my car, lit up another clip and hit the front switch
Right before I dip, nigga you know what it is
Hella hard time, some how I skate but yet I wonder
If sooner or later, my city will take me, under
What could I do, hustle up or be broke
Home boy I thought you knew
More bricks, aw shit, another watch, another whip
Gold diggers head hurting, they, can't pick
Who to fuck first, cause my niggas all rich
Ferrari horse, I, paddle shift
488 Spider, quite extravagant
Ladies and Gents
Spitta in the building is a, major event
It's worth every cent
Ask anyone, that's ever been
I stand by my product, Jet Life fine purveyor of audio narcotics
You heard about us
Low riders and exotics outside lined up
928 lyrics - Curren$y
Let's do it bro
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Yeah, Yeah
88 coupe
Weed and Instrumentals
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
88 coupe
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
1988, Louisiana plates on St. Charles Ave
Parked behind the iron gates
You don't got what it takes, to take my place
Champagne for the ones who won the race
Calm in my position, cause I don't feel threatened by the competition
In fact I welcome the opposition
Let the lions in, so they can admire the marbled floors
The fire place I placed in my den
That's the difference between mice and men
Difference between bright and dim
Why we are how we are, and we don't act nothing like them
Conversation topic, what model was he driving
What model was he with, what strain was his exotic
Rare fabric's, special fibers, steps guided
Avoiding serpents and vipers
Porsche wind shield wipers help me see through the light showers
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
88 coupe
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
88 coupe
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Yeah, Yeah
88 coupe
Weed and Instrumentals
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
88 coupe
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
1988, Louisiana plates on St. Charles Ave
Parked behind the iron gates
You don't got what it takes, to take my place
Champagne for the ones who won the race
Calm in my position, cause I don't feel threatened by the competition
In fact I welcome the opposition
Let the lions in, so they can admire the marbled floors
The fire place I placed in my den
That's the difference between mice and men
Difference between bright and dim
Why we are how we are, and we don't act nothing like them
Conversation topic, what model was he driving
What model was he with, what strain was his exotic
Rare fabric's, special fibers, steps guided
Avoiding serpents and vipers
Porsche wind shield wipers help me see through the light showers
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
88 coupe
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
88 coupe
88 coupe
Quicker than a Baretta when it shoot
One More For Max lyrics - Curren$y
You know we was going to hold Max down at all times right?
Don't sleep
They still got Max locked though
I keep the Wave flame thorough the speakers in my drop
Cut my sweatpants into shorts
My fresh Polo socks gleaming bright white
Against my corduroy house shoes
Sitting in the crib watching the news
[?]
But my homeboy still calling me outside
Wonder when could I out grow this
But I'm an OG now, I got young ones I got to show them
So the vicious cycle is now in motion
Live for it, die for it, all we know is
Steady growing, raking dough in
Preparing, encase the vultures coming for it
But still going forward
Never looking back
You could get tripped up like that
When you running to them stacks
Phone calls from my loved ones locked up told me that
Don't sleep
They still got Max locked though
I keep the Wave flame thorough the speakers in my drop
Cut my sweatpants into shorts
My fresh Polo socks gleaming bright white
Against my corduroy house shoes
Sitting in the crib watching the news
[?]
But my homeboy still calling me outside
Wonder when could I out grow this
But I'm an OG now, I got young ones I got to show them
So the vicious cycle is now in motion
Live for it, die for it, all we know is
Steady growing, raking dough in
Preparing, encase the vultures coming for it
But still going forward
Never looking back
You could get tripped up like that
When you running to them stacks
Phone calls from my loved ones locked up told me that
Incarcerated Scarfaces lyrics - Curren$y
He looks determined, without being ruthless
Something heroic in his manor
(Yup, Yup)
There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
(Yeah, Yeah)
Comes across so calm
Act's like he has a dream
(At the drop spot every morning)
Full of passion
(More keys than you could want)
You don't trust me huh?
You know why
(Doing it for fun)
I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
(Do what I want)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Do it cause I want)
(Do it cause you don't)
(Cause you won't)
Uh, marble cake watch
Sliding out the 'Rarri
Smoke a zip with the young killers outside the party
Don't get stole, soul snatched from your body
Talk slick to strapped niggas, knowing you ain't got it
Tried to school em, this is drug dealer college
That logic, could bring you profit if you applied it
Instead of laying up homie, entertaining gossip
I swear some of them niggas need to see the gynecologist
Jet Life, this mafia shit
Stashed the Corvette and the luggage set
By my one doctor bitch
At the drop of a hat, I could hop scotch the [?]
Plenty stacks from this digital trap
Now you see me, now you don't
Buying pretty much anything I could want
Hustling, like I don't have a home and a studio
With the bone, stuffing hella game in these songs
I came in the Range with the fog lights on
Smoking champagne, only the finest strains
You still smoking on that motherfucking reg strain
While I'm running on that 93 octane
Audio Dope Man, Dope Man
Real as a motherfucker and so is my gold chain
Penning that cocaine and you know mane
You know mane
Yeah
Weed & Instrumentals
Part 2
Yeah
Dadada da da
Dadada da da
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Something heroic in his manor
(Yup, Yup)
There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
(Yeah, Yeah)
Comes across so calm
Act's like he has a dream
(At the drop spot every morning)
Full of passion
(More keys than you could want)
You don't trust me huh?
You know why
(Doing it for fun)
I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
(Do what I want)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Do it cause I want)
(Do it cause you don't)
(Cause you won't)
Uh, marble cake watch
Sliding out the 'Rarri
Smoke a zip with the young killers outside the party
Don't get stole, soul snatched from your body
Talk slick to strapped niggas, knowing you ain't got it
Tried to school em, this is drug dealer college
That logic, could bring you profit if you applied it
Instead of laying up homie, entertaining gossip
I swear some of them niggas need to see the gynecologist
Jet Life, this mafia shit
Stashed the Corvette and the luggage set
By my one doctor bitch
At the drop of a hat, I could hop scotch the [?]
Plenty stacks from this digital trap
Now you see me, now you don't
Buying pretty much anything I could want
Hustling, like I don't have a home and a studio
With the bone, stuffing hella game in these songs
I came in the Range with the fog lights on
Smoking champagne, only the finest strains
You still smoking on that motherfucking reg strain
While I'm running on that 93 octane
Audio Dope Man, Dope Man
Real as a motherfucker and so is my gold chain
Penning that cocaine and you know mane
You know mane
Yeah
Weed & Instrumentals
Part 2
Yeah
Dadada da da
Dadada da da
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
The Slang lyrics - Curren$y
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Million dollar airplane, took 20 bands to fill it up
My nigga roll one, picture us
In the French Riviera, bossin', twistin' killa up
It ain't nothing to blown a million dollars in a month
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Pulled up with my Loc's on
Blowin' that smoke out, bitches want to go home and work out
Tryin' to see if it's as good as she had heard about
I smashed her home girl, she still running her mouth
Promoting, putting that word out
I'm in that soft top Impala going hard for them dollars
If you were smart, you would follow
Cause this is guidance
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Dadada dada dada dada dada dada
Da dadada dada dada dada dada dada
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Million dollar airplane, took 20 bands to fill it up
My nigga roll one, picture us
In the French Riviera, bossin', twistin' killa up
It ain't nothing to blown a million dollars in a month
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Pulled up with my Loc's on
Blowin' that smoke out, bitches want to go home and work out
Tryin' to see if it's as good as she had heard about
I smashed her home girl, she still running her mouth
Promoting, putting that word out
I'm in that soft top Impala going hard for them dollars
If you were smart, you would follow
Cause this is guidance
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Dadada dada dada dada dada dada
Da dadada dada dada dada dada dada
Good Cop Bad Cop lyrics - Curren$y
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pattin' us down
Blue lights turn the lights out
Bad cop
'Bout an hour up the road from my New Orleans blocks
But all around the world they heard them shots
Said he was trying to pull somethin out
But no man deserved what he got
I've seen folks fight police and get away with more
What was the use of that deadly force based on?
Was it because he weighed more?
Was it the pressure from your job?
You wish you was gettin' paid more?
I wish life was like a dry erase board...
We could erase, and draw pictures of happier days before
But it's another bro we gotta dig a grave for
People block the interstate tryn'a devote a race war
Stoppin' traffic, cause a reaction
Street G's want a dialogue with the police captain
I'm just rollin' tryn'a stay focused
Hopin' they don't pull us over and smoke us
I heard it's cold in Minnesota
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red 'n blue might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
And see, I know a few cool police
I can't knock 'em
Errbody need a job bruh
But I'm watchful cause
Some of them muhfuckers not your partners bruh
They pull you over and approach you hella hostile bruh
Speaking on it prob'ly gimme hella problems but
Spitta don't trip because God got him
See this one time I was slidin' through Baton Rouge
Cop pulled us over
They wadn't lovin' my weed fumes
Put us in the grass
Handcuffs, two by two
And then they offered bullet holes to me and my crew
Towed the truck away
We walked to the stage
We had a good time anyway and got paid
We was lucky that night, but who's to say
I ain't gon' talk that way
Makes my Momma nervous
She be worryin'
From hearin' all them horror stories
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red and blues might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red and blues might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pattin' us down
Blue lights turn the lights out
Bad cop
'Bout an hour up the road from my New Orleans blocks
But all around the world they heard them shots
Said he was trying to pull somethin out
But no man deserved what he got
I've seen folks fight police and get away with more
What was the use of that deadly force based on?
Was it because he weighed more?
Was it the pressure from your job?
You wish you was gettin' paid more?
I wish life was like a dry erase board...
We could erase, and draw pictures of happier days before
But it's another bro we gotta dig a grave for
People block the interstate tryn'a devote a race war
Stoppin' traffic, cause a reaction
Street G's want a dialogue with the police captain
I'm just rollin' tryn'a stay focused
Hopin' they don't pull us over and smoke us
I heard it's cold in Minnesota
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red 'n blue might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
And see, I know a few cool police
I can't knock 'em
Errbody need a job bruh
But I'm watchful cause
Some of them muhfuckers not your partners bruh
They pull you over and approach you hella hostile bruh
Speaking on it prob'ly gimme hella problems but
Spitta don't trip because God got him
See this one time I was slidin' through Baton Rouge
Cop pulled us over
They wadn't lovin' my weed fumes
Put us in the grass
Handcuffs, two by two
And then they offered bullet holes to me and my crew
Towed the truck away
We walked to the stage
We had a good time anyway and got paid
We was lucky that night, but who's to say
I ain't gon' talk that way
Makes my Momma nervous
She be worryin'
From hearin' all them horror stories
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red and blues might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red and blues might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
Canal Street Boys lyrics - Curren$y
(I won't stand for this)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
300 grand on it
Pull up to the show, hop out the stand on it
300 grand on it
Pull up to the show, hop out the stand on it
Did my dance on it
Don't try to copy me, fuck up your advance homie
You're not the same, your hustle must expand homie
If I like where I land then I cop land
Nice crib with a pool and I party plan
Your bitches comin' where it's money
They ain't have to have it, they just wanna touch it
Had three of my Rollies on when we was fuckin'
Cause I ain't trust [?] to come up, move for these suckers
I'm way above 'em
Stand high, my name buzzin'
That's from that stuntin'
They taught me not to be a factor
But now they love 'em
Heard 'em dabbin' and then some actin', that's more money
Every angle of the game I attack, it's all covered
Came through in that sun-meringue coupe
It was island water blue
If you broke, you never knew, you never in the loop
I'm ballin' out, too small to be playin' hoops
I'm still slam dunkin' Chevrolets on stainless shoes
Double S Impala yeah bitch I'm seeing twos
Double S Impala yeah bitch I'm seeing twos
My diamonds reflecting different hues
I tell my girl to run upstairs and switch her jewels
Put your evening wear on we making night moves
She watch me sign a big deal in her Giuseppe heels
Shit straight, I always knew this was how I would feel
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Laughin' in our picture, niggas really get hit
Wouldn't talk about if niggas wasn't listenin'
If you need to see it you can come and visit
Yeah niggas different
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Yeah, yeah, yeah
300 grand on it
Pull up to the show, hop out the stand on it
300 grand on it
Pull up to the show, hop out the stand on it
Did my dance on it
Don't try to copy me, fuck up your advance homie
You're not the same, your hustle must expand homie
If I like where I land then I cop land
Nice crib with a pool and I party plan
Your bitches comin' where it's money
They ain't have to have it, they just wanna touch it
Had three of my Rollies on when we was fuckin'
Cause I ain't trust [?] to come up, move for these suckers
I'm way above 'em
Stand high, my name buzzin'
That's from that stuntin'
They taught me not to be a factor
But now they love 'em
Heard 'em dabbin' and then some actin', that's more money
Every angle of the game I attack, it's all covered
Came through in that sun-meringue coupe
It was island water blue
If you broke, you never knew, you never in the loop
I'm ballin' out, too small to be playin' hoops
I'm still slam dunkin' Chevrolets on stainless shoes
Double S Impala yeah bitch I'm seeing twos
Double S Impala yeah bitch I'm seeing twos
My diamonds reflecting different hues
I tell my girl to run upstairs and switch her jewels
Put your evening wear on we making night moves
She watch me sign a big deal in her Giuseppe heels
Shit straight, I always knew this was how I would feel
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Laughin' in our picture, niggas really get hit
Wouldn't talk about if niggas wasn't listenin'
If you need to see it you can come and visit
Yeah niggas different
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smokin' weed in it, laughin' in the picture
Drugs Wars & World Tours lyrics - Curren$y (with Corner Boy P)
[Corner Boy P:]
Weed & Instrumentals
Drug Wars, World Tours
Yeah
Drug wars and world tours
Slutty bitches, love these hoes
Money's something I can't ignore
It's the beauty in the eye of God
It's the beauty in the eye of God
But the money's something I can't ignore
Slutty bitches, love these hoes
World tours and drug wars
Pure white call it [?]
My trap house a holy place
Both hands together, amazing grace
He was lost, but they found him slain
Come and slow dance with the Devil
Won't cha-cha with a shotta
Hundred guns, team strong
Still hustlin' money long
Assassinations for the throne
At the table, each his own
Ice water in the bong
Some niggas real, some is clones
My main homie switched up on
I'm in the field all alone
So I'm cautious on the street
Pistols all through the home
'Cause if they catch you slippin' then you dinner
Don't be an entree on the menu
Ain't fucked her since September
And I ain't talked to her since September
So many hoes, I don't need remember
So many drugs, I don't need remember
Got hella stoned out in Denver
All these rocky miles around the finger
[Curren$y:]
Money stacked tall as me
And all I did was keep it G
I never jumped in other lanes, no matter what they offered me
What label work as hard as we?
We drop them kilo's every month
Got Cutlass, Monte Carlo, Regal's
All kinda action in the trunk
Fiends lined up out front
Have your mind set on what you want
When you step inside the workshop
Put your hustle down, and then you stunt
Skipping levels get's you fucked up
It's a game and every step you learn
So don't be so quick to jump
One false move will get you burned
I'm rolling up, as I turn, the corner smoking marijuana
You can smell me from the curb
When the Rolls Royce pull up on you
I'm smokin' stronger than pneumonia
In an Andretti kush coma
Smoked a half before the morning
No sleep, niggas still going
Weed & Instrumentals
Drug Wars, World Tours
Yeah
Drug wars and world tours
Slutty bitches, love these hoes
Money's something I can't ignore
It's the beauty in the eye of God
It's the beauty in the eye of God
But the money's something I can't ignore
Slutty bitches, love these hoes
World tours and drug wars
Pure white call it [?]
My trap house a holy place
Both hands together, amazing grace
He was lost, but they found him slain
Come and slow dance with the Devil
Won't cha-cha with a shotta
Hundred guns, team strong
Still hustlin' money long
Assassinations for the throne
At the table, each his own
Ice water in the bong
Some niggas real, some is clones
My main homie switched up on
I'm in the field all alone
So I'm cautious on the street
Pistols all through the home
'Cause if they catch you slippin' then you dinner
Don't be an entree on the menu
Ain't fucked her since September
And I ain't talked to her since September
So many hoes, I don't need remember
So many drugs, I don't need remember
Got hella stoned out in Denver
All these rocky miles around the finger
[Curren$y:]
Money stacked tall as me
And all I did was keep it G
I never jumped in other lanes, no matter what they offered me
What label work as hard as we?
We drop them kilo's every month
Got Cutlass, Monte Carlo, Regal's
All kinda action in the trunk
Fiends lined up out front
Have your mind set on what you want
When you step inside the workshop
Put your hustle down, and then you stunt
Skipping levels get's you fucked up
It's a game and every step you learn
So don't be so quick to jump
One false move will get you burned
I'm rolling up, as I turn, the corner smoking marijuana
You can smell me from the curb
When the Rolls Royce pull up on you
I'm smokin' stronger than pneumonia
In an Andretti kush coma
Smoked a half before the morning
No sleep, niggas still going
Blades Of Steel lyrics - Curren$y
I spend 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
They just think, we've been moving things
They've been watching me
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
Cause I'm the one, who know magic
Watch me flip one into three
All I do, lace them tablets, lines they never read between
Hide that dope in plane sight, making money all night
See that pure cocaine I write, put that paper in my life
If I want, I buy on sight
Do donuts at traffic lights
Hoes excited 'bout my life
Way blinded by the light
Star gazing in the Wraith, I just lit up that top flight
Own Wheels Collective
This years perspective
The figures have projected, they will never stop this jets shit
Floor of the safe house
Couple treasures protected
My Testarossa's, Bentley motor coach's
Hashtray infected with roaches
My hustle has paid for it
I grind, so I afford it
I get these bars recorded and we'll all be parking Porsche's
I spend 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
They just think, we've been moving things
They've been watching me
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
Cause I'm the one, who know magic
Watch me flip one into three
I can turn three to five, I can turn five to nine
First I start off with a thought
Turn that thought into a rhyme
Turn that rhyme into a record
Turn that record into stacks
That's too much game, ya'll ain't pay me for that
WAIT
Yeah
I put 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
(My ice hockey rink)
Weed & Instrumentals
I spent 50 to make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
(My ice hockey rink)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
(Tryna' trail me)
(Ain't no supplying me)
Turn one into three
My ice hockey rink
They just think, we've been moving things
They've been watching me
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
Cause I'm the one, who know magic
Watch me flip one into three
All I do, lace them tablets, lines they never read between
Hide that dope in plane sight, making money all night
See that pure cocaine I write, put that paper in my life
If I want, I buy on sight
Do donuts at traffic lights
Hoes excited 'bout my life
Way blinded by the light
Star gazing in the Wraith, I just lit up that top flight
Own Wheels Collective
This years perspective
The figures have projected, they will never stop this jets shit
Floor of the safe house
Couple treasures protected
My Testarossa's, Bentley motor coach's
Hashtray infected with roaches
My hustle has paid for it
I grind, so I afford it
I get these bars recorded and we'll all be parking Porsche's
I spend 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
They just think, we've been moving things
They've been watching me
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
Cause I'm the one, who know magic
Watch me flip one into three
I can turn three to five, I can turn five to nine
First I start off with a thought
Turn that thought into a rhyme
Turn that rhyme into a record
Turn that record into stacks
That's too much game, ya'll ain't pay me for that
WAIT
Yeah
I put 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
(My ice hockey rink)
Weed & Instrumentals
I spent 50 to make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
(My ice hockey rink)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
(Tryna' trail me)
(Ain't no supplying me)
Turn one into three
Outro lyrics - Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Yup, right back at it
Still smoking
It was good dippin' with y'all man, I can't lie
We all got high, we all laughed, we all cried
Don't tell nobody, if they weren't here, fuck em'
Hahaha
One time for the lifers
Also, let me let you know, 2009 is on the way fo' sho'
Smoke one for the whole Taylor Gang
Everything in motion fo' sho'
Month after month
And we still gon' bring through what you want
Audio kilo's in the trunk
Check it out, I was dippin' the other day in my 65
I was in my Eastside 65 on them gold 13's
But I was way on the West Bank
And I ran into my homeboy
I hadn't seen him in a minute
But we got volume's and volume's and classics when it comes to this rap shit
If you've been fucking with me, like you say you fuck with me
So when I say Street Wiz, you should know
That you in high class company
I could talk about it, or I could just let him get in here
[Street Wiz:]
One, two, two into the three
Street Wizzy still up in my fresh JET
High, rollin' to the Cali best you can breathe
See me steady surfing on the beach in [?]
All of my [?], say pardon my 23's
I been up butter running, I'm fresh and I'm hella clean
Put on that pedal shit, imagine that coke freeze
All 'bout the money grips, I'm sipping that purple lean
I could make money flip, you know I'm a trap king
Still in my two step, I'm still with this rap swing
Biotch
City of Compton
Yup, right back at it
Still smoking
It was good dippin' with y'all man, I can't lie
We all got high, we all laughed, we all cried
Don't tell nobody, if they weren't here, fuck em'
Hahaha
One time for the lifers
Also, let me let you know, 2009 is on the way fo' sho'
Smoke one for the whole Taylor Gang
Everything in motion fo' sho'
Month after month
And we still gon' bring through what you want
Audio kilo's in the trunk
Check it out, I was dippin' the other day in my 65
I was in my Eastside 65 on them gold 13's
But I was way on the West Bank
And I ran into my homeboy
I hadn't seen him in a minute
But we got volume's and volume's and classics when it comes to this rap shit
If you've been fucking with me, like you say you fuck with me
So when I say Street Wiz, you should know
That you in high class company
I could talk about it, or I could just let him get in here
[Street Wiz:]
One, two, two into the three
Street Wizzy still up in my fresh JET
High, rollin' to the Cali best you can breathe
See me steady surfing on the beach in [?]
All of my [?], say pardon my 23's
I been up butter running, I'm fresh and I'm hella clean
Put on that pedal shit, imagine that coke freeze
All 'bout the money grips, I'm sipping that purple lean
I could make money flip, you know I'm a trap king
Still in my two step, I'm still with this rap swing
Biotch
City of Compton
Anything lyrics - Curren$y
We can handle this like neanderthals
Or we can get into some player shit
Stoned on ocean
Here we go
The interior on my Cadillac make em sick
Won't you please give em' a bucket they can puke in (throw up in)
Act like its killing em to see me get rich
Probably die when they see me in my new shit
Slinging drugs but this music moving units
Baby close her eyes listenin to it, she dream of screwing
Mind control, pimpin' my pen
Ink drippin' down the whole stroll, I get payed again (yeah)
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, colder than my champagne
Cold game, writing that cocaine
(Yeah)
Drop it if you got it
Talkin' bout them tops, Three hundred thousand dollar exotic
Smokin' out jet fuel talkin' like pilots
Hit the vocal booths and lay down them narcotics
I was contemplating stoppin'
Got an email from mos def he say he's still watchin'
That's big bro so that means a lot
He way over seas so you know how them phones acting and shit
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, colder than my champagne
Cold game, writing that cocaine
That'll buy me anything
That'll buy me anything
Everything
Whatever man
Keep the heat in it chevy on them switches nigga
Smoking weed in it rolling and I'm pimping in it
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, got me new pinky rings
Cold game, got me this heavy gold chain
Cold game, spit it right in that cocaine
Cold game, What you even know man
Cold game
Or we can get into some player shit
Stoned on ocean
Here we go
The interior on my Cadillac make em sick
Won't you please give em' a bucket they can puke in (throw up in)
Act like its killing em to see me get rich
Probably die when they see me in my new shit
Slinging drugs but this music moving units
Baby close her eyes listenin to it, she dream of screwing
Mind control, pimpin' my pen
Ink drippin' down the whole stroll, I get payed again (yeah)
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, colder than my champagne
Cold game, writing that cocaine
(Yeah)
Drop it if you got it
Talkin' bout them tops, Three hundred thousand dollar exotic
Smokin' out jet fuel talkin' like pilots
Hit the vocal booths and lay down them narcotics
I was contemplating stoppin'
Got an email from mos def he say he's still watchin'
That's big bro so that means a lot
He way over seas so you know how them phones acting and shit
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, colder than my champagne
Cold game, writing that cocaine
That'll buy me anything
That'll buy me anything
Everything
Whatever man
Keep the heat in it chevy on them switches nigga
Smoking weed in it rolling and I'm pimping in it
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, got me new pinky rings
Cold game, got me this heavy gold chain
Cold game, spit it right in that cocaine
Cold game, What you even know man
Cold game
Speedboat lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
[Curren$y:]
Watch me turn this batch into a speedboat
Seen two sun seekers racing to the island
I told my homegirl I need those
So know I'm playing the game with a cheat code
Feed These beats something to eat
Brown sugar Rolls Royce carnish, trust ain't nothing sweet
I got it out the mud, I need a second of toothbrush
Clean my sneaks, deadstock vintage pieces on my feet
Hoes say you soft, pretend you can't talk
Smoke weed, keep the peace but prepare for way
Precious money stacks them suckers probably come for
So, I send my shorty to the gun store
Safe keepin' that bitch off safety
Smoking large at the Oysters bar
Tip the waitress a Franklin and another for my pie zone
I scratched off in my sports car
Pulled into a underground parking garage
Switched whip clickin' the potential tails off
I'm all about that mail dawg work so hard
Don't even notice when it's paying off
[Wiz Khalifa:]
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
Six air flights, middle of the night
Get us what we like and what we need
No bed I'm a sleep when I hit my seat
Adidas slides on my feet, pack of broads
Make my cypher complete
I gotta get it, can't miss a beat
Coppin' jewels for the summer just to get the cheeks
I'm in something unique
To get the cheese that's my destiny
White first class ain't no longer question
Drink filled with the best
Hit it once, fill it in your chest
Ain't about the game, then I can't invest
Wouldn't expect nothing less
Get a chick put her to the test
Can she get the pack through with no arrest
Them haters came from the left
But I was high, so I've seen the money and the fam
Nothing come between them, putting all bets on my team
I be gone all summer 16
[?] my angels, keep my rides clean
You niggas know what I mean
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
Watch me turn this batch into a speedboat
Seen two sun seekers racing to the island
I told my homegirl I need those
So know I'm playing the game with a cheat code
Feed These beats something to eat
Brown sugar Rolls Royce carnish, trust ain't nothing sweet
I got it out the mud, I need a second of toothbrush
Clean my sneaks, deadstock vintage pieces on my feet
Hoes say you soft, pretend you can't talk
Smoke weed, keep the peace but prepare for way
Precious money stacks them suckers probably come for
So, I send my shorty to the gun store
Safe keepin' that bitch off safety
Smoking large at the Oysters bar
Tip the waitress a Franklin and another for my pie zone
I scratched off in my sports car
Pulled into a underground parking garage
Switched whip clickin' the potential tails off
I'm all about that mail dawg work so hard
Don't even notice when it's paying off
[Wiz Khalifa:]
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
Six air flights, middle of the night
Get us what we like and what we need
No bed I'm a sleep when I hit my seat
Adidas slides on my feet, pack of broads
Make my cypher complete
I gotta get it, can't miss a beat
Coppin' jewels for the summer just to get the cheeks
I'm in something unique
To get the cheese that's my destiny
White first class ain't no longer question
Drink filled with the best
Hit it once, fill it in your chest
Ain't about the game, then I can't invest
Wouldn't expect nothing less
Get a chick put her to the test
Can she get the pack through with no arrest
Them haters came from the left
But I was high, so I've seen the money and the fam
Nothing come between them, putting all bets on my team
I be gone all summer 16
[?] my angels, keep my rides clean
You niggas know what I mean
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
All they see is the paper
But they don't understand it the way I got it
Game Tapes lyrics - Curren$y
We can handle this like Neanderthals
Or we can get into some player shit
(Jet Life)
Me and my dogs mashin', in a lowrider
Like four desperados, in a covered wagon
Wild, wild West fashion
Nigga, this here is that jet landin'
On uncharted grounds, nigga, finna plant my flag in this bitch
Ownership; rap money buyin' homes
Opening stores; add to it, multiply, hustle more
What else you think you livin' for?
The game is raw; show your young ones how to ball
Before they run the town, they gotta walk the walk
Avoid the chalk, the yellow tape, the morgue at all costs
Cause niggas'll certainly try to take you off to be the boss
They lost; I been found that out
Think how heated Black was on the couch
At the basement of Bundy's grandma's house
... Game tapes
Uh, still can't look when Rico killed Mitch
Everyday in the city, you hear the same shit
All you can do is trust a few
Stay alert for the weak links in your crew
That shit'll get you hurt or worse
Shit real; don't say that I ain't warn you first
... Game tapes, Game Tapes
They gotta walk the walk
Avoid the chalk, the yellow tape, the morgue at all costs
Cause niggas'll certainly try to take you off to be the boss
They lost; I been found that out
Think how heated Black was on the couch
At the basement of Bundy's grandma's house
... Game tapes
Or we can get into some player shit
(Jet Life)
Me and my dogs mashin', in a lowrider
Like four desperados, in a covered wagon
Wild, wild West fashion
Nigga, this here is that jet landin'
On uncharted grounds, nigga, finna plant my flag in this bitch
Ownership; rap money buyin' homes
Opening stores; add to it, multiply, hustle more
What else you think you livin' for?
The game is raw; show your young ones how to ball
Before they run the town, they gotta walk the walk
Avoid the chalk, the yellow tape, the morgue at all costs
Cause niggas'll certainly try to take you off to be the boss
They lost; I been found that out
Think how heated Black was on the couch
At the basement of Bundy's grandma's house
... Game tapes
Uh, still can't look when Rico killed Mitch
Everyday in the city, you hear the same shit
All you can do is trust a few
Stay alert for the weak links in your crew
That shit'll get you hurt or worse
Shit real; don't say that I ain't warn you first
... Game tapes, Game Tapes
They gotta walk the walk
Avoid the chalk, the yellow tape, the morgue at all costs
Cause niggas'll certainly try to take you off to be the boss
They lost; I been found that out
Think how heated Black was on the couch
At the basement of Bundy's grandma's house
... Game tapes
Higher lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Styles P)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, good natured shit
All I wan' do is
Seclude myself in the player room
Just classic music and you
How I love when you come through
Lovely body, nice perfume
That's enlightened raise the volume
Lace 70's tunes, as we get in tune
To each other, love
You remind me of my coup
Crusin' on the high rise, makin' moves
Everyday it's like the runway
Cutie pie by one way
Bangin' out my ragtop '68
Hydraulic fluids and thirteens, I call her roller skates
I seen my baby a grinder, a rollin' tray
If you don't know, you gon' learn today
Changin' the expression on a nigga face
Never run out
Mary in here to stay let's build a grow house
[Curren$y & Styles P:]
Grow house, yeah
Yep, grow house, grow mansion
Let's just build a future
That sound like some cool shit
Worldwide legalize
Word
[Styles P:]
Let's get stoned and spend some currency
And blast show room from Curren$y
Currently I'm floatin' off a lot of pounds
Quarterback when it's touchin' down
Inhale, hear the muffler sound
I don't fuck around, I just puff around
An eighth on the wake and bake
Always spend the buck around
A queen dressed in cotoure clothes
Mash the gas when the door close
Shoppin' when the mall close
Rolex or the G-shock
Before rap I had weed spots
Nigga, fuck a detox
Word to spitter in the jet sign
If you owe me one, see me next time
Gas like the Hess sign
Word to [?], shit good like your money is
Just a playboy that knows where his bunny is
No jokes on some funny shit
Legalize worldwide, the grow house is money, kid
I don't wanna get arrested for smokin'
Smokin' ain't never killed nobody, nigga
Legalize worldwide
Jet life, block life
Spitter ghost
You already know
Light one, yeah
Yeah, good natured shit
All I wan' do is
Seclude myself in the player room
Just classic music and you
How I love when you come through
Lovely body, nice perfume
That's enlightened raise the volume
Lace 70's tunes, as we get in tune
To each other, love
You remind me of my coup
Crusin' on the high rise, makin' moves
Everyday it's like the runway
Cutie pie by one way
Bangin' out my ragtop '68
Hydraulic fluids and thirteens, I call her roller skates
I seen my baby a grinder, a rollin' tray
If you don't know, you gon' learn today
Changin' the expression on a nigga face
Never run out
Mary in here to stay let's build a grow house
[Curren$y & Styles P:]
Grow house, yeah
Yep, grow house, grow mansion
Let's just build a future
That sound like some cool shit
Worldwide legalize
Word
[Styles P:]
Let's get stoned and spend some currency
And blast show room from Curren$y
Currently I'm floatin' off a lot of pounds
Quarterback when it's touchin' down
Inhale, hear the muffler sound
I don't fuck around, I just puff around
An eighth on the wake and bake
Always spend the buck around
A queen dressed in cotoure clothes
Mash the gas when the door close
Shoppin' when the mall close
Rolex or the G-shock
Before rap I had weed spots
Nigga, fuck a detox
Word to spitter in the jet sign
If you owe me one, see me next time
Gas like the Hess sign
Word to [?], shit good like your money is
Just a playboy that knows where his bunny is
No jokes on some funny shit
Legalize worldwide, the grow house is money, kid
I don't wanna get arrested for smokin'
Smokin' ain't never killed nobody, nigga
Legalize worldwide
Jet life, block life
Spitter ghost
You already know
Light one, yeah
Stoned On Ocean lyrics - Curren$y
We can handle this like Neanderthals
Or we can get into some player shit
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while I'm smokin'
Drinkin' while we still pourin'
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up, we still smokin'
Drinkin' while we still pourin'
Royal One High's I copped today
Supposed to leave Miami tomorrow, but I'll probably stay
I got animals in my closet, plenty furs and snakes
Bakery bank, direct deposit, birthday cakes
Stack it, stash it; it's in the combination safe
Playbook exclusive; execute what's on each page
Pulled up next to you, I was smokin' in that Wraith
Your girl was tryin' to escape; you shoulda seen her face
Social media stampede over my next tape
Every thirty days, another shipment sent your way
Haters figure soon I will run out of shit to say
But I rhyme what I live, it's just my life is the shit
Sick selection; I got hella cars to whip
Kick collection; level straight marvelous
Jewelry disrespectful; my pinkie ring just called your chick, a bitch
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while we still smokin'
High, everything in motion
Luxury bars gettin' thought off
Every time that I hear my Spyder start up
Underground stars, bruh; this grind was beyond tough
Would like to think them times beyond us
Smoked out till my time up
In the cut, somewhere, where you find us
With them lowriders lined up
Eastside, bruh, who I shine or
Who I three-wheel-motion that blue '65 for
This year in my city, shook down the House of Blues
It was a classy affair, I brung out Mack and Tune'
A lot of millionaires was highed up in one room
Fresh to death; my dressing room was King Tut's tomb, nigga
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while I'm smokin'
Or we can get into some player shit
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while I'm smokin'
Drinkin' while we still pourin'
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up, we still smokin'
Drinkin' while we still pourin'
Royal One High's I copped today
Supposed to leave Miami tomorrow, but I'll probably stay
I got animals in my closet, plenty furs and snakes
Bakery bank, direct deposit, birthday cakes
Stack it, stash it; it's in the combination safe
Playbook exclusive; execute what's on each page
Pulled up next to you, I was smokin' in that Wraith
Your girl was tryin' to escape; you shoulda seen her face
Social media stampede over my next tape
Every thirty days, another shipment sent your way
Haters figure soon I will run out of shit to say
But I rhyme what I live, it's just my life is the shit
Sick selection; I got hella cars to whip
Kick collection; level straight marvelous
Jewelry disrespectful; my pinkie ring just called your chick, a bitch
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while we still smokin'
High, everything in motion
Luxury bars gettin' thought off
Every time that I hear my Spyder start up
Underground stars, bruh; this grind was beyond tough
Would like to think them times beyond us
Smoked out till my time up
In the cut, somewhere, where you find us
With them lowriders lined up
Eastside, bruh, who I shine or
Who I three-wheel-motion that blue '65 for
This year in my city, shook down the House of Blues
It was a classy affair, I brung out Mack and Tune'
A lot of millionaires was highed up in one room
Fresh to death; my dressing room was King Tut's tomb, nigga
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while I'm smokin'
Rhymes Like Weight lyrics - Curren$y
Ladida-da-da
Push Rhymes like Weight [x3]
[Verse 1:]
Uh, Smoke one for the mule they arrested her
But they didn't search the Celica
Unpaid traffic tickets, bitch slipin'
Almost got popped with the audio dope shipment
Off the radar really but I'm still living
Stash it, Spin it, Candy paint it
Brush aluminium rimmin', sport center game givin'
Court Vision, I can lend it if you got enough money to rent it
Prize fighter, Sugar Ray Leonard
I knew it was my night before the sun went down my nigga
Not a sound, we in here
Haters found dismembered in a cloud of killah
Sticky weed, blood on the leaves, provoke me
I wrote these in the back of that ghostly
And them haters throwin' shade like Oakley's
[Hook x2:]
I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight nigga
[Verse 2:]
Spaceship sedans on airbags, Slammed at the airport when I land
Seem you get when they say you the man
With a wave of a hand find yourself in quick sand
Now I'm on whole 'nother, pour me a double
Grandma Yay right away the troubles
Reminiscent the days I struggled, wondered
If I... Ever get up from under
I hustled, loved it, now I'm stuntin' on those
Who said that I'll never be nothin'
Now they see me comin', miles away from 'em
Shine from above 'em, enlightened 'em
You can say I sonned them, Stunned 'em
Run up and then we out gunned 'em
Fire power, smokin' flowers
Time is money, Rolex diamonds on my hours
Looking for another check we can devour
[Hook x2:]
I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight nigga
Push Rhymes like Weight [x3]
[Verse 1:]
Uh, Smoke one for the mule they arrested her
But they didn't search the Celica
Unpaid traffic tickets, bitch slipin'
Almost got popped with the audio dope shipment
Off the radar really but I'm still living
Stash it, Spin it, Candy paint it
Brush aluminium rimmin', sport center game givin'
Court Vision, I can lend it if you got enough money to rent it
Prize fighter, Sugar Ray Leonard
I knew it was my night before the sun went down my nigga
Not a sound, we in here
Haters found dismembered in a cloud of killah
Sticky weed, blood on the leaves, provoke me
I wrote these in the back of that ghostly
And them haters throwin' shade like Oakley's
[Hook x2:]
I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight nigga
[Verse 2:]
Spaceship sedans on airbags, Slammed at the airport when I land
Seem you get when they say you the man
With a wave of a hand find yourself in quick sand
Now I'm on whole 'nother, pour me a double
Grandma Yay right away the troubles
Reminiscent the days I struggled, wondered
If I... Ever get up from under
I hustled, loved it, now I'm stuntin' on those
Who said that I'll never be nothin'
Now they see me comin', miles away from 'em
Shine from above 'em, enlightened 'em
You can say I sonned them, Stunned 'em
Run up and then we out gunned 'em
Fire power, smokin' flowers
Time is money, Rolex diamonds on my hours
Looking for another check we can devour
[Hook x2:]
I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight nigga
Hoe Train lyrics - Curren$y
Shit easy to say, harder to do
Uh, She say the paper ain't the issue
Well, why is even being mentioned?
I don't know at all, it's just my first time living
Figuring this shit out with ya
Say you fell for me, you walk through hell for me
I think you're only here for the mail, honey
What would you do if it all fell through?
Are you sure that I could lean on you?
I got a feeling you'll be with some other dude
On to something new, while I'm hustling, reconstruction shit
I can never totally trust a bitch, never
And I'm cursed to live like this forever
So I only love you when we physically together
I'm sure that all my notions are correct ones
Me and you kinda got a bad connection
Time is precious, why would you waste another second playing
Is you trying to get paid?
Sways, headliner suede, candy painted blades
On to the next mind game and that's a God damn shame
But the conductor won't stop the hoe train, mane
Easy to say, harder to do
All aboard
Uh, She say the paper ain't the issue
Well, why is even being mentioned?
I don't know at all, it's just my first time living
Figuring this shit out with ya
Say you fell for me, you walk through hell for me
I think you're only here for the mail, honey
What would you do if it all fell through?
Are you sure that I could lean on you?
I got a feeling you'll be with some other dude
On to something new, while I'm hustling, reconstruction shit
I can never totally trust a bitch, never
And I'm cursed to live like this forever
So I only love you when we physically together
I'm sure that all my notions are correct ones
Me and you kinda got a bad connection
Time is precious, why would you waste another second playing
Is you trying to get paid?
Sways, headliner suede, candy painted blades
On to the next mind game and that's a God damn shame
But the conductor won't stop the hoe train, mane
Easy to say, harder to do
All aboard
Enter lyrics - Curren$y
Uh
Money I got, still tryna get more
Grind don't stop, they're thinking like a nigga broke
Smoked one with Juvenile, sticking to the G code
Cutting through the rain clouds, Gulf stream sipping Moe'
With a little OJ Lemonade Mimosa
You don't say can't tell if this work or vacate
But I stay focused on the dope
Cause it's the only way
Doors open vertically if you got enough cake
Women throw their morals away
She gon' be a hoe today
Do what ever I say cause she seen me hoppin out that Wraith
Game cold but it's fair
I got a mink coat for this affair
Legendary shit, they felt it in the air
Them bitches knew I was there, these moments so rare
Take a picture baby girl, don't stare
Cherish this moment that we both being real playing in motion
It's always going for it never on no "oh shit!"
Three wheel Lexus, they can't find no time for it
My time is money, son who paying for this [?]
Money I got, still tryna get more
Grind don't stop, they're thinking like a nigga broke
Smoked one with Juvenile, sticking to the G code
Cutting through the rain clouds, Gulf stream sipping Moe'
With a little OJ Lemonade Mimosa
You don't say can't tell if this work or vacate
But I stay focused on the dope
Cause it's the only way
Doors open vertically if you got enough cake
Women throw their morals away
She gon' be a hoe today
Do what ever I say cause she seen me hoppin out that Wraith
Game cold but it's fair
I got a mink coat for this affair
Legendary shit, they felt it in the air
Them bitches knew I was there, these moments so rare
Take a picture baby girl, don't stare
Cherish this moment that we both being real playing in motion
It's always going for it never on no "oh shit!"
Three wheel Lexus, they can't find no time for it
My time is money, son who paying for this [?]
Game For Sale lyrics - Curren$y
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
Always another way for us to get the mail
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
My ways grew in the naps I let my mill stack
Spice 1 taught me that, I learned that from his raps
Bitches be like 'round what time you think you coming back'
Let me stack another mill, we can fuck and take a power nap
After that I'm scratching back to where the cash is
I gots to have it, collecting Chevrolet classics is a habit
But long as I keep counting cabbage if I want I can grab it
Save it, stash it, bring it all one night and stop the traffic
Medusa coupe, haters turning stone stuck looking at it
Legend Of Harvard Blue
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
Always another way for us to get the mail
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
More dope for the scale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
Always another way for us to get the mail
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
My ways grew in the naps I let my mill stack
Spice 1 taught me that, I learned that from his raps
Bitches be like 'round what time you think you coming back'
Let me stack another mill, we can fuck and take a power nap
After that I'm scratching back to where the cash is
I gots to have it, collecting Chevrolet classics is a habit
But long as I keep counting cabbage if I want I can grab it
Save it, stash it, bring it all one night and stop the traffic
Medusa coupe, haters turning stone stuck looking at it
Legend Of Harvard Blue
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
Always another way for us to get the mail
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
Leroy lyrics - Curren$y
She had Chanel gloves
In here mobs sliding out a Benz trunk
Looking like real love
Fucking the whole head trying to get to the million
But run to the G's when she wants real fun
She admired that I come from where I come from
And done all the amazing things I've done
Out of the rubble, out of hustle
Handheld court to the our vented door
Beautiful struggle
Make you pretend I love you
[?]
Follow homeboys above you
Come down in your dreams to warn you about them niggas and their schemes
So much reggae shit for green
I'm in that blue Bentley on your chrome wings
Thinking 'bout so many things
More change
Hope not to get caught sleeping when they dope slang
Mind games, bitches try [?]
Designer drugs came, rearranged everything
They didn't see that it never change, still the same
Just like your OG's was saying
You thought they was playing
Cold juice in the booth
Don't spill a drop don't leave a stain
[?] old coupe, brand new
Leave a bad taste and I eat 'em out like [?]
The sky's about to open up over your head
Better retire
I need vacation
Lay on a beach for about 90 years
You got 10 seconds
One
Two
Three
Four, five
Six, Seven
Eight...
[Choking]
[Door slamming]
In here mobs sliding out a Benz trunk
Looking like real love
Fucking the whole head trying to get to the million
But run to the G's when she wants real fun
She admired that I come from where I come from
And done all the amazing things I've done
Out of the rubble, out of hustle
Handheld court to the our vented door
Beautiful struggle
Make you pretend I love you
[?]
Follow homeboys above you
Come down in your dreams to warn you about them niggas and their schemes
So much reggae shit for green
I'm in that blue Bentley on your chrome wings
Thinking 'bout so many things
More change
Hope not to get caught sleeping when they dope slang
Mind games, bitches try [?]
Designer drugs came, rearranged everything
They didn't see that it never change, still the same
Just like your OG's was saying
You thought they was playing
Cold juice in the booth
Don't spill a drop don't leave a stain
[?] old coupe, brand new
Leave a bad taste and I eat 'em out like [?]
The sky's about to open up over your head
Better retire
I need vacation
Lay on a beach for about 90 years
You got 10 seconds
One
Two
Three
Four, five
Six, Seven
Eight...
[Choking]
[Door slamming]
Ferrari Saga lyrics - Curren$y
Rainy nights, streetlights
Ideal situation for this presentation
PowerPoint, crumbling that flower to roll a joint
Disassemble your empire in an hour
Dissolve that shit if it don't involve my clique
We want all of this, coward quick throw in yo towel
You're not built, you not equipped
Fucker you might get kicked
You don't really stand that tall homie you on stilts
And when the real get revealed, oh man
That mask get pealed off, damn
You got a real issue on your hands
You got soldiers awaiting command
Getting in serious shit with bad leadership
That only leads to defeated cliques, defeated chips
And I ain't tryna see that shit
I gotta keep this circle of bosses really close nit
Homie and you know this
Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
Late nights in my testarossa
Hope the po-po's, don't roll up on us
I don't know if they gone try and smoke us
In the club where gold diggers approach us
Thinking they gone try and come up on us
This shit ain't no different from your corners
Skyhigh, paper to the ceiling
Lord what is this feeling like a coke rush
And I'm drugging not dealing getting high of the thousand dollar band peeling
Hit a corner in my Impala
Three wheeling, parked it just to start a Ferrari
Heard some hoes is brokenhearted
But baby I'm sorry
I'm all about this money darling
Ballin', stunnin', all through New Orleans
You know that bitch wanna be where them stars is
Hundred thousand dollar cars is
Bars is laced with that raw, get a taste, you astonished
Hooked on it, totally lost in them murky waters where them sharks swim
Clown get drown while we forever on some don shit looking down
I'm on a yacht, Binoculars out
Islands I spot, we finna plot on it
Yeah, Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
Late nights in my testarossa
Hope the po-po's, don't roll up on us
I don't know if they gone try and smoke us
In the club where gold diggers approach us
Thinking they gone try and come up on us
This shit ain't no different from your corners
Ideal situation for this presentation
PowerPoint, crumbling that flower to roll a joint
Disassemble your empire in an hour
Dissolve that shit if it don't involve my clique
We want all of this, coward quick throw in yo towel
You're not built, you not equipped
Fucker you might get kicked
You don't really stand that tall homie you on stilts
And when the real get revealed, oh man
That mask get pealed off, damn
You got a real issue on your hands
You got soldiers awaiting command
Getting in serious shit with bad leadership
That only leads to defeated cliques, defeated chips
And I ain't tryna see that shit
I gotta keep this circle of bosses really close nit
Homie and you know this
Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
Late nights in my testarossa
Hope the po-po's, don't roll up on us
I don't know if they gone try and smoke us
In the club where gold diggers approach us
Thinking they gone try and come up on us
This shit ain't no different from your corners
Skyhigh, paper to the ceiling
Lord what is this feeling like a coke rush
And I'm drugging not dealing getting high of the thousand dollar band peeling
Hit a corner in my Impala
Three wheeling, parked it just to start a Ferrari
Heard some hoes is brokenhearted
But baby I'm sorry
I'm all about this money darling
Ballin', stunnin', all through New Orleans
You know that bitch wanna be where them stars is
Hundred thousand dollar cars is
Bars is laced with that raw, get a taste, you astonished
Hooked on it, totally lost in them murky waters where them sharks swim
Clown get drown while we forever on some don shit looking down
I'm on a yacht, Binoculars out
Islands I spot, we finna plot on it
Yeah, Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
Late nights in my testarossa
Hope the po-po's, don't roll up on us
I don't know if they gone try and smoke us
In the club where gold diggers approach us
Thinking they gone try and come up on us
This shit ain't no different from your corners
Supply & Demand lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, know I'm impatient, have to go right in
[Blows smoke]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' out a mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
I'm down, all ten toes
Eastside, my zip code
See, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold
Zip up your North Face
My Daytons is cross-laced
Seventy-two spokes, O-G shit, that's all I know
From the car I drove, right to the joints I smoke and that's fo' sho'
Hopped out in country-club attire, rockin' all my gold
Like I might drink an Arnold Palmer and golf eighteen holes
Pick up a tennis racket, my bitch got the bracelet to match it
See, we forever mashin' when the cash is involved
We grab it and stash it, let it stack up in them vaults
Built a safe; but you see that safe ain't really safe at all, cause
Niggas is dogs; they'll break in your house and steal the walls
Dig up your floors; really do it to you raw
It's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off
Say it's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' on a mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
Eastside my zip code, been down on ten toes
In it, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold
I could take ten, make twenty more
Gas out my lowrider in front the store
I'm throwin' it up out the sun-roof
Yeah, I keep the E in it to let 'em know
We up in the studio cookin' dope
Two bricks, we got six more to go
Eight-piece, you can get your pack and go
Cause the fiends ain't waitin' for it no more
They gettin' impatient, baby
And they say they can't take the pain
I just dropped a batch last month
They want me to come back again
See, it's called supply and demand
Underground, I am the man
Mainstream, they not like me
But I catch big stunts on them
Aw, man
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' out the mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
Know I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
[Blows smoke]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' out a mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
I'm down, all ten toes
Eastside, my zip code
See, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold
Zip up your North Face
My Daytons is cross-laced
Seventy-two spokes, O-G shit, that's all I know
From the car I drove, right to the joints I smoke and that's fo' sho'
Hopped out in country-club attire, rockin' all my gold
Like I might drink an Arnold Palmer and golf eighteen holes
Pick up a tennis racket, my bitch got the bracelet to match it
See, we forever mashin' when the cash is involved
We grab it and stash it, let it stack up in them vaults
Built a safe; but you see that safe ain't really safe at all, cause
Niggas is dogs; they'll break in your house and steal the walls
Dig up your floors; really do it to you raw
It's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off
Say it's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' on a mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
Eastside my zip code, been down on ten toes
In it, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold
I could take ten, make twenty more
Gas out my lowrider in front the store
I'm throwin' it up out the sun-roof
Yeah, I keep the E in it to let 'em know
We up in the studio cookin' dope
Two bricks, we got six more to go
Eight-piece, you can get your pack and go
Cause the fiends ain't waitin' for it no more
They gettin' impatient, baby
And they say they can't take the pain
I just dropped a batch last month
They want me to come back again
See, it's called supply and demand
Underground, I am the man
Mainstream, they not like me
But I catch big stunts on them
Aw, man
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' out the mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
Know I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
The Collective lyrics - Curren$y
Da-Da-Da Da-Da
As The Joint Burns, and the wheels turn, (yea)
And I never that I would have one
Interstate [?], Forgiatto Wheels, Cadillac Grille
Bumpin my nigga Big Krit
Coming Down Smelling like Bond no. 9 and a half a pound
That's What I Do, I thought you knew
You've been informed, you been warned
Its up to you, whoever fit the shoe
Still a Chevy man true and true
But its something about that El Dorado coupe
And the way she moves
Baby blue my latest boo, lowriders yea I gotta few
But its just something different, you gotta sit in it
Custom machine I'm steering
Making that real (ryda?) grand appearance
Smoking some fire right outside the building
Chopping the game up for these ghetto children
Cold chillin, flowing like a polo linen
And I never ever thought I would get a Cadillac
Haven't driven the Rolls since some days
I been Cadillacin' bumpin that UGK
Smoking gas in a real major way
On Wheels The Collective we been making plays
Legal trappin made it rich from rappin
My life the shit I had to just go and tell u how it happen
Over these beats, I know you hear them snares gettin at u
Like the rat-a-tat of assault rifles from project battles
I'm sliding past u in a blast from the past, like super fast
Interior beyond cold, I swear to God its laid out like a condo
I'm a let that one [?] bro
And I never ever thought I'd get a Cadillac
But I'm highered up dippin in the Cadillac
Smokin one for my nigga big krit in the Cadillac
Eastside on the rise, keep the E in it, nigga we smoking weed in it
Laughing in the pictures, wouldn't write about it if a nigga didn't live it
Yea that's the difference. ya'll act like some bitches
As The Joint Burns, and the wheels turn, (yea)
And I never that I would have one
Interstate [?], Forgiatto Wheels, Cadillac Grille
Bumpin my nigga Big Krit
Coming Down Smelling like Bond no. 9 and a half a pound
That's What I Do, I thought you knew
You've been informed, you been warned
Its up to you, whoever fit the shoe
Still a Chevy man true and true
But its something about that El Dorado coupe
And the way she moves
Baby blue my latest boo, lowriders yea I gotta few
But its just something different, you gotta sit in it
Custom machine I'm steering
Making that real (ryda?) grand appearance
Smoking some fire right outside the building
Chopping the game up for these ghetto children
Cold chillin, flowing like a polo linen
And I never ever thought I would get a Cadillac
Haven't driven the Rolls since some days
I been Cadillacin' bumpin that UGK
Smoking gas in a real major way
On Wheels The Collective we been making plays
Legal trappin made it rich from rappin
My life the shit I had to just go and tell u how it happen
Over these beats, I know you hear them snares gettin at u
Like the rat-a-tat of assault rifles from project battles
I'm sliding past u in a blast from the past, like super fast
Interior beyond cold, I swear to God its laid out like a condo
I'm a let that one [?] bro
And I never ever thought I'd get a Cadillac
But I'm highered up dippin in the Cadillac
Smokin one for my nigga big krit in the Cadillac
Eastside on the rise, keep the E in it, nigga we smoking weed in it
Laughing in the pictures, wouldn't write about it if a nigga didn't live it
Yea that's the difference. ya'll act like some bitches
Kilo Jam lyrics - Curren$y
Counting money while my bitch sleep
Counting money til my niggas eat
I ain't fucking with that Bentley Jeep
I'm a lil nigga so my wraith big as a truck to me
I tried to tell them lil boys not to fuck with me
But sometimes you gotta let 'em see
See me on the beach in SD and my homie riding '63
When you got home I was all on your TV
Smoking weed where you never be
Nigga where you can't go
You couldn't see me with yo telescope
Testarossas on the coast parked it right next to the post
Spitta coped another whip, Aw no, Aw no
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
Fucking with the audio narcos
Put some respect on it, before we check on it
Haters will piss on your grave
I'm just gone park my corvette on it
Sparking in the dark, thinking of more art
Stupid intelligence, I'm dumb smart
I'm all heart, that's why you lost before you start
I scratched off in my Ferrari underneath them stars
I forget I got them cars, I be to busy grinding for 'em
That's that money on the line baby I can't ignore it, hold on
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
The original audio narcos
Counting money til my niggas eat
I ain't fucking with that Bentley Jeep
I'm a lil nigga so my wraith big as a truck to me
I tried to tell them lil boys not to fuck with me
But sometimes you gotta let 'em see
See me on the beach in SD and my homie riding '63
When you got home I was all on your TV
Smoking weed where you never be
Nigga where you can't go
You couldn't see me with yo telescope
Testarossas on the coast parked it right next to the post
Spitta coped another whip, Aw no, Aw no
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
Fucking with the audio narcos
Put some respect on it, before we check on it
Haters will piss on your grave
I'm just gone park my corvette on it
Sparking in the dark, thinking of more art
Stupid intelligence, I'm dumb smart
I'm all heart, that's why you lost before you start
I scratched off in my Ferrari underneath them stars
I forget I got them cars, I be to busy grinding for 'em
That's that money on the line baby I can't ignore it, hold on
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
The original audio narcos
Paper lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
La di da da
La do da da
Yeah had it right on site... right here
Bought a '65 Eldorado on sight
Interior cleaner than Clorox
Slanted on forgiatos the same night
Text your bitch like lil' mama I'm outside
Nigga you know she for sure gone ride
6 drugs got her rolling like a motorbike
Bitch popping like a wheelie hold on tight
She excited to have a real player in her life
She did it all in my car
She left her bra in my car
Acting like a main stage lady like I had a titty bar in my car
Porn star in my car
Bring her back to you like a rented suburban that me and my dogs smoked herb and swerved in
Cold game but I had to play
When I learned how much the winners get paid
Get money nigga what you say huh!
Paper paper paper
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What's it all about
Roll it up on paper
Write it down on paper
Turn that into paper
Spend that on a scraper
Aim it like a lazer
Fire at a hater
Talking bout paper
I bought the rolls Royce on site
And if I talk about it too much I already apologize
I said sorry but they still mad stunt harder
Hit the crib with the expansion garage larger
Made room for the '75 with the targa
Top, But it won't stop nigga never falling
Off cause I'm the plug like I'm the charger
Plotting to have all this or own part of
Any money mission that was well thought of it
Heist every night rough Sketches at breakfast
By lunch time we'll have it all perfected
Execute at night fall
We all eat dinner fit for kings at the Players ball
Another jooks Another trout on the hook
Who's shit finna get took
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What's it all about
Roll it up on paper
Write it down on paper
Turn that into paper
Spend that on a scraper
Aim it like a lazer
Fire at a hater
Talking bout paper
This that 1987 Miami vice
Boats on Biscayne bay type shit
This that Sonny Crockett in over his head type shit
Sharks in the water type shit
Yeah
La di da da
La do da da
Yeah had it right on site... right here
Bought a '65 Eldorado on sight
Interior cleaner than Clorox
Slanted on forgiatos the same night
Text your bitch like lil' mama I'm outside
Nigga you know she for sure gone ride
6 drugs got her rolling like a motorbike
Bitch popping like a wheelie hold on tight
She excited to have a real player in her life
She did it all in my car
She left her bra in my car
Acting like a main stage lady like I had a titty bar in my car
Porn star in my car
Bring her back to you like a rented suburban that me and my dogs smoked herb and swerved in
Cold game but I had to play
When I learned how much the winners get paid
Get money nigga what you say huh!
Paper paper paper
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What's it all about
Roll it up on paper
Write it down on paper
Turn that into paper
Spend that on a scraper
Aim it like a lazer
Fire at a hater
Talking bout paper
I bought the rolls Royce on site
And if I talk about it too much I already apologize
I said sorry but they still mad stunt harder
Hit the crib with the expansion garage larger
Made room for the '75 with the targa
Top, But it won't stop nigga never falling
Off cause I'm the plug like I'm the charger
Plotting to have all this or own part of
Any money mission that was well thought of it
Heist every night rough Sketches at breakfast
By lunch time we'll have it all perfected
Execute at night fall
We all eat dinner fit for kings at the Players ball
Another jooks Another trout on the hook
Who's shit finna get took
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What's it all about
Roll it up on paper
Write it down on paper
Turn that into paper
Spend that on a scraper
Aim it like a lazer
Fire at a hater
Talking bout paper
This that 1987 Miami vice
Boats on Biscayne bay type shit
This that Sonny Crockett in over his head type shit
Sharks in the water type shit
Yeah
Cement 4s lyrics - Curren$y
You could turn it up
This one got wax on it
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Stunt on these hoes, show 'em what I drove
Bitch I rock heavy gold because I set goals
And then I go and get it like a hustler supposed
Full bloomin' flower, from the concrete rose up
Now I pull up on the streets and they be like "whoa"
Zuckerburg Spitta, I'm in the meeting in a Rolls
But I'm not even there, FaceTime from my home
'Cause I'm waitin' for FedEx to deliver a package
More parts for the Chevrolet, I low-ride everyday
Break it, then I fix it
Get back in it and keep dippin'
Only the gangsterous bitches get visits when I'm on Daytons and switches
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Stunt on these hoes, show 'em what I drove
My Rolex cold, my bezel froze
The face and the band, iced out, North Pole
Need this ice on my wrist because it's sprained and swole
Too much time over the stove, whippin' audio dope
The demand too high for the shop to ever close
That's why we stay open long as they payin' for it
You know I stay focused, go wherever the dough is
[?] Porsches fit like pistols in holsters
Drinks to coasters, we some high-class stoners
Leavin' thousand dollars worth of roaches (lifestyle that they dyin' for)
Live the lifestyle that they dyin' for
Bitch all my cones got waxes on 'em
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Stunt on these hoes, show 'em what I drove
I got lights on my roof, bitch I got me a Rolls
I said "Sorry for the Wraith", it only got two doors
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
This one got wax on it
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Stunt on these hoes, show 'em what I drove
Bitch I rock heavy gold because I set goals
And then I go and get it like a hustler supposed
Full bloomin' flower, from the concrete rose up
Now I pull up on the streets and they be like "whoa"
Zuckerburg Spitta, I'm in the meeting in a Rolls
But I'm not even there, FaceTime from my home
'Cause I'm waitin' for FedEx to deliver a package
More parts for the Chevrolet, I low-ride everyday
Break it, then I fix it
Get back in it and keep dippin'
Only the gangsterous bitches get visits when I'm on Daytons and switches
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Stunt on these hoes, show 'em what I drove
My Rolex cold, my bezel froze
The face and the band, iced out, North Pole
Need this ice on my wrist because it's sprained and swole
Too much time over the stove, whippin' audio dope
The demand too high for the shop to ever close
That's why we stay open long as they payin' for it
You know I stay focused, go wherever the dough is
[?] Porsches fit like pistols in holsters
Drinks to coasters, we some high-class stoners
Leavin' thousand dollars worth of roaches (lifestyle that they dyin' for)
Live the lifestyle that they dyin' for
Bitch all my cones got waxes on 'em
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
Stunt on these hoes, show 'em what I drove
I got lights on my roof, bitch I got me a Rolls
I said "Sorry for the Wraith", it only got two doors
Cement 4s, cocaine flows
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