#JetsGo lyrics - Curren$y
Yea. yea..yea
Ain't nothing... to the next life
Fool ain't nothing changed
Roll something up mama
We fucked up
Make sure of it
Uhh, never will it stop
Crate motors with triple digit blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks
Nigga you know my steez
Spitta Andretti, pedal foot heavy, you know I Speed
Minus the bus and Keanu Reeves
Twistin them FernGully trees, Bitch breathe
Your man smokin good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got them Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor
The Jets step through the door
Issue them awards
Your hoes hot for me type, tissue to their draws
You mad upset, Me and your girl just up on the set
Playin Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps
Love don't fuck my rims up
Maybe we'll stick with you, put you on the team official
But Jet Misses never tell a Jet business
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Them other fools playing wit it, blind rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them niggas, you can come through the set
But never bring em withcha
Yea though, the Vet flow, Best smoke
Collecting dough, adhering to the Jet Code
And the Trill know the Jets cold, Jets dope
Snatch your bitches, bring em everywhere you can't go
Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Nigga, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Bitch, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Collecting dough, adhering to the Jet Code
Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
On second thought, I always had em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me, her and her homegirl together
Changing the weather, by chop of the Cessna propellers
We landed on the water, the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these duck niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we just hang and fuck
While she swipe your credit cards on dispensary pot jars
I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we play the terrace and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, what you gave her
Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The famous story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The biggest niggas get beat senseless by little women
Look at Sam Rothstein, he gave his whole world to Ginger
Even these bosses be slippin, I catch that
Try to be more flawless wit it, calculated king of the city
Christopher Walken wit it, I admire his Empire, as did Biggie
Machine Gun Funk, out of the Bowls
Bubba Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game chump, your chick chose
Better luck next time Captain Save a
Jets, Drugs, and Paper
Sex, Sport Cars and Vacations
...eauh
Still lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark & Young Roddy)
[Curren$y:]
Homie come up outta this
Ask yo girl who she rep she say 'yeah'
About to land jets on some suckers houses
Homie come up outta that side shit
You call your girl crib
In the background she bumping my shit
You mad I'm at the crib cutting open vacuum bags
Pouring some of that potent
For the true smoking shit my homie had
Last time I was in Cali told him he had to send me that
Ship it to the city, so I could bend some corners
With lil mama, tell her hit
Some of this sticky with me
Just being around me make her slippery
Sexy pajamas when she visit me
Her friends fall through, with all of that
Over talking, baller stalking, searchin for eye contact
So they could double back and ask G
When I have some time free, but honestly
Building this empire taking a lot of me
It will be worth it though, shit good right now you find my lighter
And my grinder it'll be perfect ho
And it's still, and it's still jets at yo motherfuckin
[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
As I stand here, g'd up from the feet up
Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up
Baby smoke it up, I ain't tripping I just reupped
She thought real niggas was dead I made her a believer
Now see us, we a different breed
Come planted from a different seed
Since young bred to keep it M.O.B
My life is like a movie but I'm living out the scenes
I'm pulling acts for the racks I'm all about the cream
By any means I hustle and scheme to fulfill my dreams
Of better living, fatter pockets, prettier women
Super sticky weed I'm puffing layed up in the villa
South beach suite metropole smoking and chilling
Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer
Hit her with the D now she in love with the villain
But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach
Can I get a witness to this g shit that I'm spitting
At will, it's still, it's still, jets at yo motherfuckin
Already
[Young Roddy:]
Ok, girl, where shall I begin?
I told her about my lifestyle she said I'm all in
She say most niggas change you ain't nothing like them
So I got her high as hell, I'm talking above the rim
But I never cared, mama blow it in the wind
Ain't too much changed since back then
But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends
They wouldn't last a minute if they'd live where I live
They couldn't walk a mile in these jordans number 10's
And I got that shit off like thank you come again
Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich
So need what my cash for that's word to money mitch
I swear im bound to break that bed when I get it in
Haters know the set that I rep to the end
It's crazy I keep hearing voices in my ear, telling me to get paid
My reply bet I will and it's still, it's still
She Don't Want A Man lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, she was a little red Corvette
Fast as hell, turned heads on the set
Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
This particular evening she wanted to ride Jets
Even though I know shorty was bad news, I played it cool
Vowing to never turn sucka like them other dudes
Misreading signals, attachment issues
Getting way too into the grip of the vagina lips
Got homies searching for relationships
She not tryna hear my type of bitch
She ran a story to me over grape juice and Ciroc sips
Married to a doctor, cuddle master
Don't fuck her, just buy her anything, tryna satisfy her
On the low, she fucking his partners
Fill the void inside her cause she weren't fucking with a rider
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
From talking it out to the parking lot
From the parking lot to my safe house
Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti
This is New Jet City, most bitches ain't ready
But shorty ain't tripping, she was living already
My fuck game impressive, so she come back steady
The shit, while heavy I can carry it
Can't get too far, I mean this is a married bitch
She roll doobies as I paddle shift
We fuck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy
And then we smash again, she talking about him
How she feel bad by feeling so good, by giving me the ass
'Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything
To get it off her chest but she don't want see him mad
Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad
She got dressed and left in a flash, but she saying she be back
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
Couple days roll by
Shorty calling asking if I have time
To put a couple in the air, I was like yeah
We could fly more then a pair, there's plenty over here
She fell through like always
We broke it down in the hallway, she bossed her way back
She don't crawl her way, her body designer, frame Cartier
Say something talking heavy on her heart today
Telling her the situation is wrong and she should walk away
Cause her feelings was coming into play
Affecting her home life in all kinda ways
Her man asking her what's wrong
She don't know what to say but she do got a union to save
But she in love with the lust that we've made
She had far too much she could say
That fucking me was a perfect mistake
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
One Life lyrics - Curren$y
Well, in these times, well at least to I
It's a whole lot of niggas trying to sound like
That's why I put the flow in a cocoon
Transform it into something new
Created my winter raps in June
Stored them in the vineyard, it'll be November when you hear em
I bought these J's in '99, you just seeing 'em now
You might see me on TV with 'em
Might see me in the streets conversating with killers
I was laid up poppin' bottles smoking loud with my bitches
Or on planes to Vegas with Street Wiz and the Villain
Feelin' like it could all happen tonight
Roll the dice, if you scared turn the lights on
Thought we was all men here
Where did all of these mice come from?
Stop tweeting babygirl, roll up, light somethin'
Monsta Beatz is in the speakers and I'm tryna write somethin'
One life we live, highed up
Everybody wishing they was us
It's easy to see
I, too, would wanna be the man with the pounds
And the million dollar plan
Right quick, hit a quick right
In a Chevelle '72 Double-S with the stripes
I orchestrated this organization of niggas chasin' paper
Break a pound down, have a roundtable discussion
Like, 'I think the lil' homie fucking up'
Pull him to the side, get him right, I'm getting high
Tryna keep my profile low
Hoes digging after my gold, I'm on 'em though
Commando, Rambo, ammo
Rappefied aim at a lame nigga bitch like I'm sayin'
I'm finna roll, babygirl, you playin'
Fourteen inch Dana Danes with the white walls on the Cutlass
With the suede buckets
Or the Regal with the Vogues and the mayonnaise mustard tires
My Mob bitch like
'Who them new niggas?' She don't trust them guys
Watch 'em babygirl, you could be my extra set of eyes
It's treacherous and it's live
One life we live, highed up
Everybody wishing they was us
It's easy to see
I, too, would wanna be the man with the pounds
And the million dollar plan
You See It lyrics - Curren$y
Poolside, too high with three bitches for four nights
I'm finna dip, be outty 5 in that 600 Benz or that 750i
Ate 9 slices of that humble pie
But you know I still talk my shit, right?
What your tryna hear when you high?
What you wish they played on the radio at least one time?
It's cool though! We getting major paper on the underground
You thought it was them other fools, though it was us the whole time
Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds
But son do what the sun do: rise
Hit the game like a Piñata, tryna get a prize
Outta riding, got me my bottom bitch, she give me the best top
A sex pistol getting shotgun in the drop
Best to wear your mittens, baby girl, cause I got
My top down, bitch in a bikini
My weed loud, I know you hear it screaming
I'm here now, what's going on this evening
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it
I know you see it, nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it
Courtside, a few drinks
Cussing at the referee, his officiating stinks
Spitta Andretti, I'm money on wheels
Like a Brink truck weight tough, nigga never budge
I'm a sphinx, what? Marvel at my stance
Ask your girl what she think, she can't even respond
Cause her mind is now mine fool, I ain't lying
'Less it's cross the couch, sleeping with my shoes on
Just in case I have to wake up and be out, once again it's on
Mama bring my bong to the gameroom with nothing but some panties on
And them Bape socks that I gave you
Never once on probation but your man's on his papers, spending them
Stacking them, filling them, wrapping them, lighting them, never passing them
I rolled it up myself and I don't remember your help
That's how we do it now, fall through the Jetset manor
Bring your own ounce, this is new Jet City, baby girl, rub yo titties
My top down, bitch in a bikini
My weed loud, I know you hear it screaming
I'm here now, what's going on this evening
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it
I know you see it, nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it
Televised lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
The reeferlution will be televised
[Curren$y:]
From High Times Cannabis Cup judging the red
Carpet parties in New Orleans for my homecoming
Bring your own buds in for test inspection
'Fore access is granted to my section
My diesel East Coast, my kush is Western Conference
Chronic, nothing but bombest
For the elitest of rhymers and beat designers
You smell these trees leaking through your equalizers
A boss on them raws though I started with them EZ Widers
OG daytons nigga not them eagle wires
A couple niggas from the old block mad
So when I visit I park my lo-lo in the grass - to keep an eye out
Smoking one for the homie on the mural as I ride past
If I was drinking, I'd have poured some wine out
Knockin' Frank, Amy Winehouse
Candy paint on my skybox, tell a square bitch "watch out!"
The reeferlution will be televised
We getting money now
The reeferlution will be televised
[Fiend:]
The new-school coupe just left the paint booth
Got me stepping like a Nupe, barking like a Que
G'd up music, we spark a barbeque
Got a '70 Carlo named after daughter too
X-Men Wolverine blue, you can see the water too
Oak wood turning, know what we burning
Absolutely, baby! International Jones, jet life
Iron Gang and the air is our home
Paper plates in our sportsman's paradise?
You were smoking with ? what do I sacrifice
Paint job fine as the hair on a frog's back
The green you bringing better glow or stank or we don't want that
Get my liters from Houston
Monsta Beatz on the heat that we using
My engine sounds like it's been juicin'
Chick bad my stick, I'm shooting
Spitta Andretti, what we call it? Reefer
[Curren$y:]
The reeferlution will be televised
Yeah mama, we getting money now
The reeferlution will be televised
This Is The Life lyrics - Curren$y
Still rolling in my El Co on them thizangs
Niggas fucking up, they ain't fucking with the plizanes
Hits from the bong, cali strong got me feeling like I
Could kill a man, but I rather kill a bass line
These coke laced lines too dope for most they turn they noses up
Real niggas turn the music up, moe
Looking out the cracked windows sound in the smoke
Got ya high off both drugs audio
Y'all ain't got the heart for it. getcha cardio
In order bro, running for the money pockets double stuffed oreos
Party over here, bitches feeling like shit
In the morning though, it's the shift life
With the jets with fair warning ho, call who you gotta call
'Fore we be off I live far and your phone might not have bars
Babydoll, break that weed up for me, I break you off something have
You running yo mouth leading yo friends to me
This is the life, break down and roll up
Poolsides on rooftops, this is the life
Motor under glass like a pheasant
Jet plans under wraps like presents
Stayed in my lane gained leverage
Executive check my credit was merited
We hustlin together better than going in blindly
Expectations not met fools get ejected
Dropped like a Pharcyde record
Gone into hiding like a canvas topped off what im driving up
Riding up the block they think I'm moving in an autobot
Hop out, photo ops, scan for the cops if they not about
Light something for the cool niggas roll another one for the ride
Keep that bag thats all you nigga, I'm out
On another mission steady paper twisting
Even when I was a broke nigga, bitches paid attention
On another mission steady paper twisting
Even when I was a broke nigga, bitches paid attention
This is the life, break down and roll up
Poolsides on rooftops, this is the life
On G's lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all
At ease
As I move with my jet set feeling the breeze
I'm in your ear like a death threat
Got you wondering if I played my best hand yet, you ain't seen nothing
I'm in your house like plumbing, in and out of your woman
And I'm up getting high cause my crew up and coming
Different chapters of my establishment
Posted up where it's cold, refrigerator magnets
Then it's back to the N-O, lab life, stacking rapper chips
Rhyme a few bars to buy my homies some cars
Then I say a few poems and buy my moms a new home
Spitta kush king, bong next to my throne
Scribble in my notepad 'bout my city's wrongs
And I try to make it right through these songs
It's niggas tryna make it through the night, let alone make a million
Get it on nigga and show off when you get it
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all
[Young Roddy]
And on the set, shit get live, it's all action
But where I'm from, shit get real, it's no acting
In the 12th grade with 20 grand in my khakis
Life under the scope, them bitches keep looking at me
But picture living where these niggas don't fear a thing
This wicked world got a nigga numb, free from pain
And all that dirt I did, I still remain with no stain
So I twist it, smoke it by myself, clear my brain
Them sober nights drove a nigga damn near insane
I saw it all but never will I tell a thing
Can't think of one thing to lose, and 'bout a million things to gain
So I charge this to the game
But soon as I got my change, they say I changed mane
They told me state my name, I'm Roddy from the planes mane
These unfamiliar faces lookin' at me strange mane
But I'm no lame, these niggas know what I claim
I keep it trill to the day, I put that shit there on the Jets
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all
[Trademark]
Through the lights, cameras and flashes, bong snapping and action
I'm focused on this paper, money transactions
Is what I'm after playa, was taught as a young'n
To move smart and get my weight up
Federal reserves papers by the layers, and weed by the acres
Bitches by the dozen, just watch me come up from nothing hater
Greater things await for those who remain patient
Yeah, that's real talk, matter fact a true statement
But still I grind case in the end I want more than Nathan
Smoking kush, tryna ease them thought with vapors
But my mind stuck on getting big faces
Racing toward the guap, these niggas still chasing
Running in place, tryna catch up with they replacements
Made it to the majors, live from the basement
Straight to the rooftop with spacious living spaces
With cases of the Clicquot, trees in different flavors
Running the game the OG's gave us
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all
Money Machine lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
Jet Life
Roll one up for them haters
I'm just counting my paper
Jets count millions
Write my way to a million
Looking out the plane windows
Yeah - Tony said Frank wouldn't last
Now Frank's woman upstairs packing bags
Survival of the fittest
A sponsor no longer living
Plight to these kept ass bitches
When the dreams all ended
And then the bars slam, casket closed
Welcome to the school of hard knocks
You ain't know you was enrolled?
Cold, I know
What's colder is these streets
When your name no longer hot, you feel me?
Seen niggas and bitches go through
Dope game and the music
Lifestyle hard to attain
But it's easy to get used to it
Try to maintain, under pressure
Only few do it, and that's what inspires you to try
The gleam in your eye
Manifested in your mind
Then you start your climb
Remembering whoever you step on to come up
You may meet them another time
Fuck 'em, doe
Cause if the foot was in the other shoe
Them niggas would stand on you to get a better view
Telling you the truth, while taking them to school
Fools don't think how I think
Can't see these lines like I scribbled
In invisible ink in these tablets
Jet Life Commandments
Thou shall not rest until I make my whole fam rich
Fuck you take me for?
One of them sucka niggas
Who forget the set when he blow?
Never that, JLR
We'll have his whole world changed by tomorrow
Lighters and Ozium in my car
In no way am I playing with y'all
When I say I'm so high, if I was to trip and fall, I'd land on Mars
But don't mistake my highness for blindness
Giving me them fake smiles
I know what's behind them
I swim with the sharks everyday
You back stroking with the guppies
Supposedly big dogs get
Chopped down to puppy size
Utterly euthanized by these flows
I've been crafted, secretly in my labyrinth
Sleeping on a charred mattress
Nights so hot, get that girl to the pool before she pass out
Livin in a landmark
New Ferrari underneath the car port, pull my landshark
Invite me to your party
Reserve me somewhere to park
I'm not sure what you thought
Fuck pullin off onto my lot
You got twenty minutes free?
How bout a fast brunch
Pitch me whatever proposals you want
But no promises though
I got a lot on my plate
No ham omelets, I'm on my conglomerate
Word to the kid, Willie the fly, always on top of shit, really
Yeahh
Roll one up for them haters
I'm just counting my paper
What's What lyrics - Curren$y
I'm not new to this I grew in this
Jet pimpin 420 vision maneuvering
Not injured though, limping when I walk
That's that Max Julien who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them
I like my chicks speedy bag minicoopering, Karmaloop'd and shit
I can use you bitch, I see something in you we can blow up
Like time bombs if you got an open mind
We can post for a moment but not now
Your homie tryna do a little bit more for ya ma
So it would behoove you if you play it cool
Fake quality time with dude, laugh at his jokes 'cause he far from broke
Fleecing for his dough, order some equipment for us
Put it in the studio when we not sure who we know
So we got keep it on the low, keep him in the blind
And you can sneak out every night
Get your back to your house before the sun come up
Homie won't know what's what
Get your back to your house before the sun come up
Homie won't know what's what
JLC lyrics - Curren$y
Through text message we plot the takeover
Can't talk out loud 'round these chauffeurs
Way on the outskirts we have slick meetings
Lookin' over our shoulders, mother fuckin' lip readers just wanna know what I told ya
What I rolled ya
Wake up and smell the Folgers, crystals on my doja
The bitches on your posters really comin' over
Feelin' that jet livin', dosin' off on suede sofas
Wakin' up to mimosas, joy rides and high-priced rollsters
My side, east life keep them trees rollin'
Hundred dollar bills foldin'
Fools countin' on me to fuck up
I'm countin' up that money as it's pourin' in
Jets nigga, you know it's them
Losin' to me for you would be a win
Jets nigga, you know it's them
Losin' to me for you would be a win I had to say that again
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
Mother fuckers better meet my demand list
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
First order of business is make the fam rich
Laid back chillin', posted
Livin' like a villain, mostly
Coast to Coast G
Rap hustlin', smokin'
Our places you not allowed to go in
The beats bitch niggas is scared of, I goes in, on
So King Kong go ahead with that Felicia ass cred
What he smokin' on, personal, this mine, it won't work for you
Your whole click in trouble, need a focus group
Learn you on how to earn but you uncoachable
What you want me to do
Fall back like the top, all that
And the half a joint pimpin' I'm high
Get Paid lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
[Trademark:]
Yeah
Jet Life
Jet set, nothing less
Uh-huh
I'm talking oceans in the back, front reserved for Porsches
Highed up focused on my fortunes, a real G
I'm tryna ball, I want it all, fuck a portion
Money in my pocket, more stacks than a fortress
Up early everyday, I'm tryna flip, I need more of it
Gotta get it now, will I see tomorrow? I ain't sure of it
Overdue it's 'bout that time, I deserve a lick
I'm trying to see something slick, I really came from nothing though
Still I stand tall, pockets thick, fitted sitting low
Twisting with my chick out the manor in front of gettin' gold
She ain't a gold digger, but love how daddy get this dough
Real nigga, hear it in my words plus my actions show
Nothing less I'm a Jet so I'm sending threats
To these suckers hating on my name 'cause I'm next
Protected by the planes, JLR family crest
Mama fall back from them lames and fly with the best
Yeah, get paid
Get paid, my nigga get paid
Yeah, get paid (get paid)
Get paid, my nigga get... (paid) paid
Get paid (get paid)
Get paid, my nigga get... paid
(Yeah) Get paid
Get paid, my nigga
[Curren$y:]
Never underestimate the other guy's greed
Game given from a snake indeed
I still take heat, keep the force what you stuck adhesive
Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it
Baby girl, them your people
Well lose them dudes, your home girl and them cool
We makin' moves like when throwback rap albums had interludes
We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie
To bring them instrumentals through
Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars, I did it partner
Too much of a scholar to ever live in squalor
Scissors beats paper unless we talking 'bout them paper dollars
I'm in there like I live there
What took you so long baby girl I been here
Tryna lose your man, he a square, huh?
I don't even know if it's fair, ma
Fuck it though you living in the same world I'm in
Dirty but that money make it spin
Yeah, get paid
Get paid, my nigga get paid
Yeah, get paid (get paid)
Get paid, my nigga get... (paid) paid
Get paid (get paid)
Get paid, my nigga get... paid
(Yeah) Get paid
Get paid, my nigga
[Young Roddy:]
I hustle hard 'til I'm dead or locked behind bars
I'm a Jet member, we about a different set of laws
Roddy trap hard, ain't no time for fucking off
It's a scary game but am I scared? Not at all
I'm hoping that this high don't ever come down and fall
'Cause them days with no weed way tougher than them all
Still spitting these trill bars free of charge
And them niggas don't give a fuck, they cold hearted
That's cold blooded especially in New Orleans
Just trying to make it out this maze that I been lost in
I rep my set from the stage to the coffin
School of hard knock I learned to read between the margins
But real shit so many problems I deal with
And I thank God for Mary Jane, that good piff
Bet I won't quit stacking my bread flipping my chips
I double count my paper then I dip
Jets fool, I bet I do
Yeah, get paid
Get paid, my nigga get paid
Yeah, get paid (get paid)
Get paid, my nigga get... (paid) paid
Get paid (get paid)
Get paid, my nigga get... paid
(Yeah) Get paid
Get paid, my nigga
BBS lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist
This that gold BBS flow
Plastic Nike Air tags on your original 4s
Niggas done z'd on ya mans and I'm rollin a O
Leave 'em sleep, I don't need them suckers listening to me
Pack the bong full with everything except the kitchen sink
Underneath which I keep a set of Andis clippers
I can fix my lining up 'fore we go over by them bitches
A quick little something, can't get the back
I don't know where I left my hand mirror
Type of dilemmas I'll never hinder my jet living
We just chillin so don't come around here, fake-toughing
Running off the women, bossed up, all us
Outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up
The fuck you thought this was, dawg
I'm a trill muthafucka after all
Haters is dressed as safety nets encouraging my fall
Won't catch me there but you can catch me on air, when my new shit premier
At whatever media outlet decides to play it fair
Fuck playing dead, pimpin', I'mma play the bear
Grizzly, seriously, Fishburne turn, flip styles furiously
This that 70s' Soul Green, Al chemistry
Ay mane, been a G since Buddy Lees
Lames be cuffin they jeans, and they bitches
I be cooking these bird ass hoes, running circles round em
They rotisserie chickens, love gotta shovel in her hand
I see you diggin, strike gold, build yo own coffin with it; dead ass
Flick ashes on the girls in my past tense
The telly's for the ones I was just fucking
The crib's for the one I was gon' get right back with
Its easy to get tangled in the stars; spangled
Mangled in the night life, living out my bars; dangerous
Yeah
The Type lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Prodigy of Mobb Deep)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Fool
Yeah, yeah
Jet Life
Yeah
Not yet, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Yeah
Ugh!
Let the lil' homie kick it in the auto shop with us
Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut—
Same way I came up
All my triple-O's was hood famous
Nice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous
That's where I gained this cool
Walk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make twos
All you do is make fools of yourselves
Underground jewels, Chester Copperpot, waddling in the wishing well
Evidence niggas done failed trying to get close to the Jet code
But it will never be deciphered by a rookie pilot
That's why I sit opposite the driver, '63 Impala
Bad bitch, chain steering wheel, guidance
I'm out the window sky-watching
Plotting, as usual—that's what I'm doing when I quiet
Can't remember shorty name, but she had that loud pack
That other night in Tallahassee, and I thank her for that
Fine, freaky, sending snaps with her legs behind her back
In the wee hours of the morning, picture-mailing that she horny
But love, I'm tryna fuck with this money
Yeah
Get this money
Jet Life, I'm tryna get this money
Ugh
[Curren$y (Prodigy):]
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals (Uh-huh)
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats (Ugh)
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up (Uh-uh)
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals
That don't bury the axe (Yeah)
Say what, say what?
We the type of people that don't bury the
(We bust raps like B-boys bust gats)
We the type of people that don't bury the
(We bust raps like B-boys bust gats)
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold that (Yeah)
Like B-boys bust gats
(Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals)
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up (Ugh)
(Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals, we the type of people that don't)
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals
[Prodigy:]
(Yeah that's what I'm talking 'bout)
Ayo, Curren$y, let me hold it down real quick, son
(That's right, yeah, that's right)
Ayo, Al, check this out right here, man
Like this (Pour me a cup, pour me another cup, son)
(You never heard no shit like this before, man)
I said
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We're the type of people that don't bury the hatch (Hold up)
We bust raps like we bust these gats (Pow)
We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs, too
We bust raps like we bust these gats (Right now)
We the type of people that don't bury the hatch', hold up (My nigga)
We bust raps like we bust these Gats (You gotta go in right now)
We're the type of people Chevies and GMC's (Get these niggas, son, get these niggas)
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Fuck it, it's the life of a shooting star, gotta move smart
Can't get caught slipping, they all wanna see me fall
Take my punches like a trooper, take my losses like a man
It come with the territory: Take the good with the bad
Throw the dice, watch them tumble, where they land—so be it
E'erything is not strategic; sometimes we risk our life
Sometimes we risk our love, our money, and our freedom
That bullshit, we feed it, to see if you gonna eat it
In New York, we manipulate naïve dummies
We beat you on the head, it's just game we be running sometime
But most of the time, we don't play
They can't figure us out—we like it that way (We like it that way)
The road to the riches so long our feet catch blisters
All these crabs in the bucket, pull you down tryna get up
Every man for theyself, every woman want bags and shoes
We the type of people that'll find you
Yeah, know that
Stop fronting, you doing a lot of fronting right now
You know what I'm saying?
Make me come to your fucking crib, nigga
Right at your doosrtep, like, "Good morning!"
[Curren$y:]
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals
[Prodigy:]
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people that don't bury the hatch (Hold up)
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs, too
Blood Sweat And Gears lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Fiend)
[Curren$y:]
Fuck around and lay around
Yeah
I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too
You guys know who I'm talkin' to
Those—
Yeah
I'm talkin' to—
Take this opportunity to roll up
Get your grinders
Yeah, yeah
Fuck around and lay around
Locate your lighters
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me tell you something
Uh
Laced David Robinson's, Wally moccasins
Matte black paint, polished rims
The fuck you said? I ain't hear it clear
Too much money talking in my ear
The end result of two albums in one year
Blood, sweat, and gears, life in between the racing strips
We break day every night
Alternative lifestyle, I ain't looking for a pussy, boy
This trill jet shit, just enjoy
That's yo wifey but she's still a Jet miss (Fuck around and lay around)
Give her directions to the telly and a checklist
Arriving shortly with the items I requested (I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too)
Reinforced the frame with that jive nigga repellant (You guys know who I'm talkin' to)
My new plane, maintain the smoke
Let you take a couple grams home if you my folk
Eyeball you a lil' something, I ain't the weed man though
But if you give me fifteen minutes, I'll call my folks, he'll be at the door
Connectin' four marine batteries on one side of the trunk
To go with them other four batteries that's powering the pumps (Fuck around and lay around)
It's the juice in them cylinders that make the Chevy jump
You already know, I ain't gotta tell you 'bout it, partner
Your bitch stay talkin' and you steady eavesdroppin' (Let me tell you something)
[Fiend:]
Rolling trees [?] do something for you
No matter what you be goin' through
Uh, ayy
Execution flow, ten thousand grams of potassium
Streets, I roam, mama praying like the Vatican
My life feels like treadin' water in the ocean, who's panickin'?
I'm dope, sudden move is drug traffickin' (Fuck around and lay around)
Tell I'm gettin' dough, I'm getting fat again
What I'd do to hear my loved ones laugh again
Say, love, go and give me your math again
Got a movie later on you'll be actin' in (Let me tell you something)
Life is like free throws, some things you gon' miss, some things you make
Don't rush, don't wait
I call pape' time travel machine
It can get you there faster, but it can't wake a permanent sleep
I'd never compromise my fresh
Smoke kush, not sess
Why cry? I'm blessed
I'll lend you the bail out
The ones I call my Tank Dogs in the jail house
Jets smoking in the club on tour (Fuck around and lay around)
Born in New Orleans, all new friends, bonjour
I'm je m'appelle International Jones
And Louis scarf down the west smoking one with the homies
Walls full of vinyl, all bars are final
Life of Richie Rich, first name not Lionel
International Jones
Curren$y the Spitta
Alchemist my nigga
Italian life, go figure (Fuck around and lay around)
Life Instructions lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Smoke Dza)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Real life situations
Real events in Jet Life
Berner say he got some shit gon' get a nigga eighth grade high
We in LA
Shit, already, we rollin' up right now
Alc' in here just chillin'
Uh
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm baked, my man
Kick it on your street like bad Chris and them garbage cans
Aw, man, them bitches think I'm balling
So they behaving differently when I be in New Orleans
I'm falling back off 'em, they crawling back on him
Not half way complaining, just making a true statement
Which quite basically is what's missing from this game we in
Create the world in which you trying to live in, kid
Some of my friends is passed away, some of my homies doing bids
But best believe I bring 'em with me anywhere I is
What a hater say'll never affect the way that I live
Or where I go, just make me fuck they bitches in they crib (Uh)
The game I got was raw and given to him by Slim
Referring to himself in the third when he on them herbs
Make sure I don't park out in the street, but don't get too close to the curb
Jet Life too high for them birds
Ayo
[Smoke DZA:]
Yeah
Uh
Right
Big doobies rolled up, you know how we do
Snow Beach 'Lo like Rae wore in '92
Rugbies all flavors, lime green Rod Lavers
Touring the world, getting paid off the talent God gave us
I'm parlaying, Marley's got me smacked
Twistin' like a Rastafari Marcus Garvey on the track and I'm faded
Niggas hated, now they all trying to get in
All the slick talk, I know you ain't really mean it
Sleeping on the kid, I hoped the bed was Posturepedic
Begging for a verse, I'm like, "Cocksucker, beat it"
What's your budget like? Go 'head and find a way
You trying to get in the loop, I make 'em pay to ride the wave
Jet Life, it sucks to be you
Trying to get swag, you gotta purchase this cool
Right
Out
What up, Spitta?
Smoke Break lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist
Can we get a moment of silence for this small chronic break?
Well, how many people in the house tonight smoking on some of that light green chronic?
Chillin', inhalin' chronic smoke
Can we get a moment of silence—
Chillin'
Well, how many people in the house tonight—
You should be rollin' up by now
Yeah
Locate your lighters
Prime time
It's mister go left on a bitch who can't find her right mind
I'm squeakin' past a yellow light doin' sixty-five
Hope that wasn't one of them camera joints, traffic eyes in the sky
I'm kind of high, but you dumb twisted
I'm used to that killer shit, so I maintain my pimpin'
While you over-highed and slizzered
And I'm laughin' at you slippin'
And your bitch feelin' disgusted and miserable
She like, why she even here with you?
I'm puttin' air in my inner tubes
Black mags on my Haro hangin' from the wall
The allure of my home decor got these girls trippin'
And frequently speakin' of return visits
A time machine, my lyrics
And the same thing for my garage, dog, did you see what I just put in it?
We tryna compete with them NASCARs, you noticin'
And the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
This Jet Life ain't for everybody, this shit is reserved for us
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
The style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
Ayo
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
Can we get a moment of silence for this small chronic break?
This Jet Life ain't for everybody, this shit is reserved for us
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
Jet Life, Jet Life
See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
Can we get a moment of silence for this small chronic break?
See, the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah
Scottie Pippen lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist (feat. Freddie Gibbs)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Go get your lighters
Showin' no signs of letting up
Still kick you in the head like I think you on the verge of gettin' up
No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra Commander
Deadly venom-spitting, niggas just a salamander
I'm living a life worthy of capturing on camera, documented
How one of the last live ones did it
How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky
How I rolled with them women, elegant player, no simpin'
How I fucked 'em to sleep
How I rolled up out the building when I was finished, keep it G
Them niggas not original, they muh'fuckin' House of Mirrors
Not quite the image
I'm on that Popeye spinach, Mama mai-tai sippin'
She loves a square nigga, but now she trying something different
Windy City Bulls, Mitchell & Ness wool jackets, some sweats and Scottie Pippens
My description, high off that fuzzy, green prescription
Lyin' if I sayin' that I isn't; if you lookin' for that nigga, I is him
All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing
[Curren$y (Freddie Gibbs):]
Yeah, yeah
(Ugh)
(For sure)
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Ugh, reporting live from the Devil's palace (Yeah)
Breakfast, had two titties, two blunts and a turkey-bacon sandwich (Yuh)
Two seasoned eggs and grape jelly, my hoes stay ready (Ugh)
Pop that pussy then pulled off in my Pontiac on Pirellis
'82 edition, spotless Bonnie squattin' on sixes (Ugh)
Rather be countin' stacks than stuck in the county, washin' the dishes (Nah)
Or washing drawers in the pen; got two zones of soft and some Hen'
I had go pay the correct correctional officer to walk 'em in
Bail money on deck, come at my neck (Yeah)
Bless that boy 'cause that same place him test is where he slept
I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber (Yeah)
The price of life got so high that I must make sure I stay higher
Stay with the purp out of pee-zo, stay smackin' these geekers' needles
Stay runnin' the rock just like I play quarterback for the Eagles
Randall, Donovan, or Michael, 'fore I picked up this mic
I was hittin' licks with some Lords and did dirt with plenty Disciples
I'm gangbang affiliated (Ugh), federal-investigated, self-educated
All my co-conspirators catchin' cases (Yeah)
I dropped straight out of college, and I majored in home invasion
Believe, I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations
Leave faces with alterations, the closed-casket console (Yeah)
Tryna make a million dollars, fuck a million downloads
But if that equal the same, then slice that up and give me my change
I made a lane up in this game so niggas got' remember the name:
Gangsta Gibbs, ho! Two bitches cooking in the crib, ho (Yeah)
Still push a bucket, but I ride it like a Benz, ho (Yeah)
Tryna find a bridge ho, to slangin' raps, from slangin' weight (Ugh)
Said that Fred the new-age Brad, bitch, call me Baby Face Killa
Ugh, ugh
Ventilation lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist
White carpet in my Scarface house
No undergarments on my Scarface spouse
My Elvira twisting that reefer and delivering that dough
To the front door like a pizza carryin
Her own weight financially, she don't need me
She just in love with a real nigga, continuously weeded
At my undisclosed __cpLocation
[?] reading up on V-12 engines
And the greatest strains this season
And I grind for that very reason
The toxic air that I'm breathing leave the average man weakened
Watermarks still on the houses as I drive by em
Crack the sunroof, let a cloud out it, trill shit
Next time I vacate, I'm bringing all my cars on the plane with me
We gon' show our folks how to make them millions
Grappling hooks, scaling the building
Rap with no hooks, I'm high how is you feelin
Captain Hook whilin' and sailin'
Though no stealin'
That shit hurt, I know the feeling
These niggas'll borrow your style like
You wasn't about to do nothing with it
That's why I only kick it with real niggas like Dom Kennedy
And people I ain't got to name 'cause they was probably here
Getting high with me
If y'all don't know where to put it at, then don't ride with it
'Cause they'll try to lose you in the system for some weed in my city
In the hood, ain't no love or no pity
Looking for charity? That dog don't hunt, don't come in the woods with it
Double 07 lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist
Looking for someone down the line
But no one will be there to see it through
Fuck all y'all
Yeah
Lames catch feelings
We catch flights
Fool
Yeah
You should be rollin' up by now
Locate your lighters
Yeah
Shelter from the rain in a parked car, chopping game, modifying my slangs
Fog lights in the grill, in Negril whippin' the '96 Range
It's insane how fast they let you drive in them narrow lanes
My independence remain
'Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne
I grind and maintain my peace of mind
Almost lost it once on the line
But see that I found it just in time
A mercenary killer
Paid for bringin' debt to these whack niggas
You call them raps, that's why them labels never called you back
Pimpin', yeah, jack, Spitta snap
Long flight, turbulence bad
Baggage claim tags
Car service rolling grass
007, but I ain't talking agents
Two ounces and seven grams, my nigga, we still blazing
You uneasy in my presence, dumb questions, dumber statements
I'm on a whole 'nother level, roof terrace, you the basement
Couldn't gain possession, them haters couldn't take it
Can't see me 'less you sleeping, nigga, Freddy vs. Jason
Snoozing on a jet movement, your worst nightmare in the making
Yeah, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah
Success Is My Cologne lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist
Yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life
You should be rollin' up by now
Locate your lighters
Uh
Knowing I'ma look cool in them black and white pictures when they talk about
Underground rappers getting high and making history
I'm sick and tired of these niggas claiming that they as sick as me
They lying, I checked your chart, your file saying you soft
Something fishy, ho nigga, you more bass then boss
Off the boat, small fries and stowaways get tossed
Can't party on the shore with us, fool
Get your floaties up, kiddy pool, niggas ain't really that cool
Can't follow these moves, you need more expensive shoes
Working out, smoking strong on a week long cruise
Bonfire with these bitches, singing songs to the moon
Too high to judge
Call my ex bitch who did that foul shit, fuck her brains out, and settle the grudge
Back shot revenge style, ain't no love
Light grub, roll up after a quick scrub
Cover my tracks, don't let my bitch know where I was
Sticking to the script, though I'm improvising a bit
Same as my OGs, but I put the Jets in the mix
Classic like Eddie Murphy's SNL skits
Deadstock, tissue in the box, elephant print
On my Flint 13s, no retro, 3M reflective
Your bitch type reckless in my DM's
Sexting, trying to see him
Smoke a J where he being
But I've got no time for company
I'm building one of them, honey
I know that's why you want me
Success is my cologne, I spray that bottle all on me
Yeah
Full Metal lyrics - Curren$y & Alchemist
You should be rollin' up by now
Locate your lighters
Brother hasn't been dead for long
Look, there's still some color in his face
His soul is probably still at the gate
I just have to pull it back
The same way he did
Uh
I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like
Noon time, Alaska on the turnpike
Maneuvering mind, GT5, my nerves is ice
And I wouldn't change none of it in hindsight, believe this
'Cause if I wouldn't have been that, then I wouldn't be this
Inspiration for niggas who out there chasing that paper
Walkin' the walk and runnin' over them haters
Outline it in chalk, that conversation is deaded
'Cause I'm living for the loot and you wasn't talkin' no bread, bitch (I just have to pull it back)
Cake all layer-ish, player all Himalay-erish, got the 420 vision
Rollin' doobies up, rollin' doobies up, up in the incision
Moroccan furnishings, projection screen built in my ceiling
I spit the picture so vivid because I'm really living
This Jet Life, tennis shoes and tuxedos
Them other fools ain't fly, they fuckin' mosquitoes
Don't work, they just cry and whine (I just have to pull it back)
Fuckin' pinot grigio, you need to get on your grind (The same way he did for me)
Stack a stack of dead people that done done some presidential time
For that cash, I brung a claim tag, this is mine
Fuck you doin' with that dough?
AZ holdin' the baby, peepin' the whole scene, I'm 'bout to blow
You know?
I just have to pull it back
Daze Of Thunder lyrics - Curren$y
I'm in that '77 Glasshouse, Kelly greenin'
Rims wit da nice lips, Angelina's
Jolie, roll me another sticky steamer
Got them bitches pressed like I brung them to the cleaners
Fool don't lie, you ain't never seen him in person
You just heard about them tracks he be murking
'Bout them hoes I be working
Light one up for the pimp
Got a yellow bone bitch rolling weed, serving grits
You know curly head Amanda, ain't she from Atlanta
Condo on Peachtree, roommate named Pamela
In love with her body
Girl, don't sweat them little love handles
That's where I put my hands at
When I snatch you up to ram you
Ask your BFF about what happened when she passed through
Baffled by the castle, mind unraveled
Say the smoke was amazing and the bed, life magical
Fuck your homegirl good and let that news get back to you
Now it's like you have to too, curiosity
Sprung that pussycat to the house with me and I killed it
Suckers hate the jet life because they not allowed to live it
Fool I'm dead serial, killer fucking serious
Nigga this is personal, you can't get no whiff of this
I rolled this shit myself and I'm a smoke it 'til the end of it
I burn it half way down and put a clip behind my ear, you bitch
Either way a square ain't saying he got high with me today
Frito-Lay chip motorcycle coppers trying see
What exit I take off the interstate so they could follow
But I ain't tripping, I got it like money in my pocket
And a clip next to my license that confirm that I'm a pilot
I'm stumbling across da red carpet, laughing, spilling bottles
You stuck in your hotel suite, waiting on you stylist
You can't get dressed without him, because you got no inner fly-dom
Showed up like "Where the hoes at?"
Fool, they all at my room
Ad-miring that ass
I'm a smoke to that before I tell you to get in the bed and arch your back
Smooth raps served chill, musical Cognac
Audio dope, surround sound, crack, all that
The sun roof top in a diamond
Though not on a Cadillac, because I'm a Chevy driver
I been all over the map, my home at the bottom
Winter hot like summer, big chrome, skinny rubber
Rust bucket, I spent 1500 on that motherfucker
Another 30 racks restoring that motherfucker
40 say "You got a bad bitch, better tuck her," like Chris
Bay love bumping Mac Dre on the way to get some paper
Haters is mad we get high and get rich, ain't slowing down for nothing
George Kush the button
Like "What do this do, fuck it, here goes nothing."
Your man's is something, else
Class by himself, high, off radar, stealth
For the love of the jets, until it's nothing left
You ain't got no gas, go over there and siphon some of theirs
Game cold, Frigidaire, though it's fair
No choice for us to play, so you might as well win, mane
They say it ain't everything, but that's that loser talk
So ask them, mane
Rain Delay lyrics - Curren$y
Dedicated to the Winners and the Losers
To the night De-bo got knocked fuck out
N Red got back his beach cruiser
I'm jet livin for the day to make em pay
This revenge served cold on a doobie ashtray
My eyes and my windows open halfway
I'm livin in a matinee early
See me tho fashionably late and you nervous
Mad outta place
You pretendin to be comfortable it's showin on yo face
And them niggas that you think holdin you down jus lookin for cake
And they'll accept from whoever got a slice on they plate
Fall in like rain
Befriended and betrayed
All in all viciously bitten by niggas u was jus callin yo dogs
And it was all good jus a week ago
Chillin by dem freaky hoes, feet kicked up
When you shoulda been on yo toes
Stay high
Kill em with the flow
These new, fresha than yo easter clothers
I ain't trippin off nann nigga to each his own
So ignore my grass tend to ya own home homes
Might pick my hair til it's Puffy, no Combs
Fuckin bitches that won't let u make it out the friend zone
Ice Water, Tall Glasses take it in
It goes down like nails if you frail
Jet fuel
Labortory reported it burned thru the test tube
Tearin thru yo rag toproof while u at the drive thru waitin on that slow ass fast food
Alan from the sky foo
8:50
Bird shit on the windshield hit the wipers
Mother natures cryin
Harmonizin
Homicide ridin on these tracks
Think when DoeBoy caught the fools who killed Ricky
Them niggas was lunchin
Slippin
Monsta told DoeBoy "Cut the lights nigga! "
My watch is on grind time word to mic Bigga
This here is a digital track
(W) rap on these bitches
On computers like laptop stickas
Light pressure on these suckas means it's drizzlin
Feelin like pennies fallin from the roof of the empire state buildin
High velocity
I'm high off broccoli
In Cali with a license, got plants on property
Watchin me
Tryna copy me
Showin my pics to yo stylists like "Buy this outfit for me"
But the clothes don't make the man, a man made them pants
His flight leave at 8 and at 9 my plane land
Ain't that grand?
I got pounds of weed and a plan
To let you suckas kno who the mutha fuckin...
Ah man
Bad weather
And that shelter won't help ya
Sink, swim or swelter
Temperature risin, so is the water level
Where is u niggas hidin
On.. lyrics - Curren$y
Spit that clean shit
Hand sanitizer my saliva
Niggas thinking they bitches in the blind
But she got her on mind to follow
Decision easily made, one of these don't belong
Me and four lames on the same page
Alco fresh out the paint shop
Polo green krsipy kreme glazed clear coated
8 times over high roller stoned rolling half way home
Until I realized I left my phone by this shone
I was just boning
Slipping on my pimping gotta get back to her crib before she realize what I did
And go to finger picking
Trying contact my other women
Shit them hoes do when they feel like they entitled to position
That's why I play them close but from a distance
If you can dig it
Damn near in love with all them hoes when I'm with'em
But once I put on my clothes, spray my cologne
Darted for the front door
Jet life jet wise respect I got to go
I'm on hustle like a mole
On hustle like it's dope
On hustle like it's coke
I'm on hustle like a mole
On hustle like it's dope
On hustle like it's coke
Nigga... yea
Trophy Case lyrics - Curren$y
(You are watching a master at work)
Put the cheat code in, I brung my homie back to the game
I done that, I'll sign for the blame
Name on the side of the plane Jets Fool dot dot dot
Which ensues the reign will be continued
Flight Club from the display case we cop gym shoes
Living as any other grown kid would do
Remembering being 10, looking at OGs roll down the street wishing I was them
I super-ceded it, previous genius they see Spitta they tip they brims
My role perfected, my money invested, interest collectin'
My collection of Chevrolets doubled
502 big block, anabolic steroid
That's motor car muscle, its running word to mother
Running like the little man on my Play Cloths duffle
King of the jungle, bear with us you niggas is Snuggle
Yeah, til the next life
Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life
The Return to the Winner's Circle, fool
Empire Monopoly lyrics - Curren$y
Watchin boardwalk empire feelin inspired you can take it all over if you just tried it
So I tried it liked it got addicted to the square footages and home insurances
Best way to get to it is the self way do it for thou like what better time then right now
Bendin corners on these blocks makin my rounds. Highed up. Baby girl love the way that I get down
This dat headband got a nigga royally high scratch headband we gone have to call this a crown
Paint water wet on the chevy might drown so fresh it almost wasn't ready
When you get yo shot make sure you aim steady
'Cause suckas gunnin fa yo spot the jack boys drew a bullseye on yo drop and you was still on da car lot
Them niggas ain't givin a fuck young killas ain't rememberin ya or respectin what you done in them streets
They just focused on themselves comin up some pimpin gorillas some chimps some chumps
Monkey shit in occasions those not actin they ages got the story first hand from my incarcerated scarfaces speakin in coded language on visitation
In no form am I a criminal but never was sure what my friends was gettin into
DVD title menu on the flat for 4 hours because fell asleep beneath the sour
In the crib yo bitch want me to take her like a shower
No one man should have all dat
Frost lyrics - Curren$y
Jet Life, that's all, playa
Fresh weed in a glass jar, playa
Not the body, Vampire Slayer
Pull up strains like the guitar player
John Mayer, body shaking, body snatcher
Undertaker, come pick the track up, cause this was a massacre
Spitta done beat the beat right side, left, and everywhere but backwards
Holy mackerel, I'm low in the Malibu two-door, listening to Dizzee Rascal
Right up your avenue, fly as a parachute, high as a paratroop-er
Before he deployed
You ain't a D-boy, you's a fuckin' decoy
You ain't Bruce Lee, nor Bruce Leroy
Can't kick it, Bruce Bruce, you's a comedy, boy, yeah
My mission here is to destroy the wackness
On all facets, from all factions
Fools are all papers, you suckerish ashin's
Cash out, nigga, that casino magic
My girl from Cincinnati, my weed from Cali
Feel the blitz, like the O-line was happening
High Times, evergreen pine, we snappin' trees in half, and use that to make hash with
Habit of having my paper straight
Holding it down, I'm a paperweight
Knock-off baller, your paper fake
You fallin' off, and I'm home plate safe
How else can I call it than how I see it?
Can't say your name, cause I ain't see ya
Flow cold, inside door of the freezer
Fo' hoes chose, but I'm in a two-seater
Follow in a cab, or I'll catch you next weekend
Either way, baby girl, a nigga ain't trippin'
Pleading, please, I'm peeling off
Now you realize you was dealing with a boss
Never took the ride, but you took the loss
Got your friend in my drive with the top taken off
At the crib, her top get taken off
And she can share the details when she wakes tomorrow
Yeahh
Record Deals lyrics - Curren$y
They be on tables like poker chips
Dangled in front you by suits who assume you to be a two-bit hustler
Hasty moves
From the cradle to the grave might be a short walk, real talk
It's just a matter of ink
So many people in your ear you can't hear yourself think
Your homies like do that shit
Your old heads say you need to let somebody read through that shit
Call up a lawyer, but an arm and a leg it cost ya just to walk through the office
Consultation charges, end up taking bigger bites than your portion
And you was just online looking at Porsches
Now you're feeling tight hot garbage, cus your check being garnished
No cool gray area about it, executives is black hearted
They could care less about repossessions, disconnected cell phones
Or evictions from apartments
It's no country for artists
Trap floor under the carpet, figured you'll fall for it
Cus you're struggling and you're starving, that don't mean you're stupid
Reverse the game, pull the rug from them losers, carve your own lane
Stay true to your music
I'm watching myself do it
I saw somebody else get close to it
But you know how it is, the good die young mostly over bullshit
Record deals
Record deals, record deals
Record deals, record deals
Record deals, record deals
Record deals, record deals
Record deals, record deals
Record deals, record deals
Moon & Stars Remix lyrics - Curren$y
So I ride, I lean, I crawl
Do it better than them all
Let the road be my guide
As I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Big KRIT:]
Yeah, yo, my digital dash, as I mash on the gas
Don't know where I'm going fast, but I'm going there
Stop at the club, forever sure there's some hoes in there
Shaking they ass, looking for players with dough to share, but that ain't me though
Before I trick on a bust-it baby, I'm outta the do'
If you are looking for saving shawty, I'm not your hero
More like a guide
I can take you where you want, would you look in my eye?
Like you supposed to, cold enough to froze ya
Talking bout that pimping you already been exposed to
Far from being sober, let's travel into space while
Puffing on this Yoda, glowing like a lightsaber
Doing what the grownups do
Be grateful that this game was bestowed upon to you
Cause backstabbing betrayers divide, don't listen to
Cause they front, but they don't, do what I do
Cause they will never ever be pimps
So I ride, I lean, I crawl
Do it better than them all
Let the road be my guide
As I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Killa Kyleon:]
Laid back on that butterscotch
Got my paint lookin' peppermint
Pull up pacin on pokers, puffin' that purple it's evident
Smell the scent I can see the moon and the stars in my evidence
Louie V don't see haters no focus cuz they irrelevant
Comin' thru like the president/Wave at my boppers n droppers
I let my trunk do the jump n they flag us down n they stop us
Flock us like waka. Like tv shows they watch us. you see these hoes?
Mesmerized like khalifa Pulled up in a slab do you see these fours
This ain't no Taaka, this purple drink. Do you see me pour?
And my cup got them double stacks like that X/do u see me roll?
Paint wet like it's aroused,So high i can kiss the clouds
I roll up them sour flowers and smoke till I'm lookin Yao
I'm stuck on this country shit I'm southern just like the college
Neck bones, cornbread, candy yams, and my greens collard
Crawlin just like a toddler pradas pushin them pedals down
Jackers keep me in magneto mode, I keep that medal 'round
So I ride, I lean, I crawl
Do it better than them all
Let the road be my guide
As I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Curren$y:]
I be obliged if you stepped outside
Smokin' that bum ass shit bitch
You get no play in this ride
Butta' soft high
They built many 'vettes after mine but I think they did it best in '89
Idlin' at the red light mindin' my business
Holdin' my weed low with a slight crack in my windows
Playin' all three of my mirrors
I ain't nervous
But I'm certain that them devils tryin' to get me
Cause I'm swervin' banging curbs
And they can't stand to see me with it
But it don't stop just provoke me
More to drop my top
Now be planetarium status
Flickin' ashes in the big dippa'
You ain't as high as me mista
Eye screwin' your sista' from a fifty foot distance
Now she missin' caught up in a twista', Tropicana
Pour me up a glass of tang
Roll up some of that NASA, mane
So I ride, I lean, I crawl
Do it better than them all
Let the road be my guide
As I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
Role Model lyrics - Curren$y
Uh
Nothing but
Tell the truth, do I?
I've been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up and blow it, you know it
Prophetized by the perpetually high poet
I've been through it so free game I got to throw it to the listeners
Gifted in the art of deciphering rhymes
Conjured up in the confines of a powerful mind
Between the cars and broads, you're sure to find
The story of a man who drew his own guidelines
Inspirational, ain't it?
The way shorty set his goals tall and attained'em
Professional brushstrokes on canvasses
Finger-painting amateurs, can't handle it you do best to stay in your pajamas, kid
Blew my high when you came in with them cameras
Questions and peanuts, galleries and suggestions
I hear some drummers comin' from your section, that's cool
But we got our own beat to walk to, fool!
Uh, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle
Tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
To the kid that chose me to follow
Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas
Uh, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle
Now tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
To the kid that chose me to follow
Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas
Nigga! Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas, yea
Lyin' ass bitches, thievin' ass partners
To the kid that chose me to follow
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas
Thievin' ass bitches, lyin' ass partners... yea
Paydayss lyrics - Curren$y
Another day's dollar, holla if you hear me
Chillin' by one of my baddest bitch's older sisters
You know how them hoes be pretendin'
That they so close and kindred to that jet pimpin', give them all that 4/20 vision
One spoke up on my stroke and the other one got defensive
They both figurin' out they both getting dicked down, kill em with my old schools
Bitch you car sick, huh? Chevy man see me in that Corsica
Or a GT Berreta, nigga low as fuck
If I'm not on tour Pimpin', I ain't doing much
Except rolling up, building scale model low rider trucks
In my Jet Study where I keep my books
Pilot Loft, each entry, each verse, each hook
About the shit I really saw and the chances I really took
Cars I really drove, women that really chose
No Phantom over here Pimpin', Cinnamon on my rolls
Breakfast, first-class flight from New Orleans to Houston Texas
Flight time 45 minutes 37 seconds
Wheels up to wheels down last time I checked it for the record
Flow deadly and alot of niggas respect it on a daily
Creating these speaker blessings
At the car wash, they finishin' my tire dressing
I'm on the conference call discussin' how my merch selling
Loot in coming for all directions
You want to mention 'no hustlers', but never play the cut with us
I got my numbers up, countin' in the sky
Burning doobies in the coupe, D.W. high
Jets @ Your Neck lyrics - Curren$y
Jet life jet life jet life jet life
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, G'r then youv'e ever been and everywhere you never went
A decorated veteran
My bitches keep it very trill say they swagga jackin daddy
I say fuck it baby girl we gon' let him live
Too much money not enough time to get it and want power before they drop the ball
Brand new socks and long jon draws I want it all
My young nigga told y'all it's getting cold out here dog
Bundle up motherfuck being the runner-up
4 niggas deep though number one is us
Text homie and tell him his number's up
You services are no longer needed
Rocka bye baby word to Kesha
Broad day jets and monsta beats kill niggas on tape
Many a track has met his fate at the hands of Spitta Andretti
Them niggas is half way shook and all the way not ready
And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking
Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me
I done it how my triple O showed me
Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me
The climb was lonely
Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet
2
Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool
[Trademark da Skydiver:]
Sharvees on my feet
Cacky LRG jets fitted trees sticky
Just riding around the city smoking O's like fifties
Mind on a milli
Eyes on a rearview cause these haters out to get me
Fuck 'em, I just duck 'em like the bitch that was just with me
Simply I'm on a level where these lames can't gain no entry
Yeah, I stay high I dont fly on empty
Fill my lungs up with blueberry sour and piffy
Life of a jet bad bitches and good weed
Fast cars and glass jars of sour D's
Uhh TMSD the SV
Hover over land lovers like a G3
Jets nigga from the net to the TV
We came up quick and made this shit look easy
Yeah, now they go in cop my CDs
Put 'em in they deck and ride around with them on repeat
And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking
Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me
I done it how my triple O showed me
Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me
The climb was lonely
Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet
2
Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool
[Young Roddy:]
And it's jets over everything
I put that on everything
We been doing our thing anyway
Nigga slash anywhere
First let me twist this up I'mma tell my driver take me there
Secondly and back to back in and out I came prepared
Flashback dejavu coulda swore I saw this shit right here
Marley told me kill this shit just don't forget your niggas here
Bet I won't I done see blood sweat so many tears
Bet I blow
That's a fact point blank period
Break her off bust her up spread them legs up in the air
Slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on drilling it
Show your right I keep it real
Something I'm familiar with
Money coming, money going
Man I keep on peeling it
DFA
My jet set camp
Cats I get my millis with
But really though what's really good
She know I been the shit
She smell me dog, she dig my style, gangsta and gentlemen
I'm good life, my jet insurance keep me with benefits
And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking
Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me
I done it how my triple O showed me
Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me
The climb was lonely
Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet
2
Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool
[Whizz:]
Street Whizzy money,hoes and Jet clothing
Blowing on that fruity pebble shit that have your throat chokin'
We ain't trippin' in this section full of cloud 9 floaters
It's a crush I'm up in my zone, and you already know this
See my grind, it's all up in my mind to come up with designs
That attack a nigga mental, now they keeping off my rhyme
It's finesse, it ain't nothing less cause I don't waste the time
Steady zippin' through the city money gettin' it I'm fly
If you look up in the air you will not see me I'm so high
Picture perfect when I glide it's like a nerf up in the sky
Twisting turning ya holdin position for my landing, acrobat
Blink a eye and miss a act, stacks up in the leather sack
Food Saver bag sealed up, that tropic winter pack
Jet and my perfection, but the method is to get it back
Bitches don't know how to act, they drooling on a nigga dick
Swagger out of space, all in the clique, you need a membership. YEAH
Airborne Aquarium lyrics - Curren$y
Haha, yeauh
Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life, fool
Turn it up some
Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life
Yeauh, eauh
I'm getting hella mail from jail, niggas telling me to kill it
When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches
Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture
Flipping my remote, same way I do them hoes
But she already know before she touch my Chevy door
Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
Know I'm prepared for whatever, if you know what I been through
Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues
Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru
But look what it came to, something that amazes you
Soon as you quit hating and hear what I gotta say to you
Baby blue sole. These white 11, '96
No retro card came with this
Same year, my Impala with the floor shift
4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured
Shawty body choco-latte; Russell Stovers
Brung weed with her whenever I invite her over
Polo sweater, Teddy bear hanging off her shoulder
No care, over here, so we put it in the air
Walking 'round my house, say she wanna fuck everywhere
That's cool baby, but I just got that pool table
We ain't gotta stay away from it, It's all good
If you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it
Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket-list
In these bars, I granted its deathwish
Legendary lay-up. Jordan with the right-left switch
Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai
Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride
'87 Corvette ZR1, took the T-tops off it
Put 'em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin' from the pump
That's all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed
Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last
Emotional luggage, nothing of it, I don't check bags
I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past
Half Rose, Chandon, OJ in my glass
Mimosa, Testarossa program, Countach curriculum
Doors open like a pendulum swinging
Rock in my Jetset Emblem
Fool, it's the serve, like Wimbledon, interior cinnamon
The car that I'm sittin' in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin
Just kiddin, not pillin', just element twistin'
From the Earth come the fire and the wind I'm livin
Not pillin', just element twistin'
From the Earth come the fire and the wind I'm livin
From the Earth come the fire and the wind I'm livin
Yeauhh
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