Job lyrics - Curren$y
At this point in my life
I'm looking at it like a hustle
Super Fly's last number
Come out of the game on top, before they pull me under
That's what it's about
Range Rover the winters
In the summer I do the drop with the right shoes on
And the top gone, soft porn
Watch out for 'em, OG
Your old heads'll vouch for 'em
They know me
And the shit that I'm on
Cause I've seen it all
Like I bought the boxed set, whole season dog
Them bitches is running out of tricks pimpin'
Barely catching my attention
I'm dealing with them
But simply for the physical
She falling deep in love
But I'm really not that into you, sorry girl
But at least I kept it trill with you
Evils that this game'll do
Have me concentrating on that pay
And playing you
This hustle is a bitch, so is this ho
They trying to make a player choose
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the script
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the script
Jets up over bitches nigga
Counting my grip
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the script
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the script
Jets up over bitches nigga
Smoke one to this
Sosa had it all figured out
I think that's who they should've made a movie 'bout
Cause pimping had a helicopter at his crib
Just in case his homeboy smelled a snitch
Type of shit had spitta inspired
Type of shit had me all night writing
Type of shit had me out all night driving in my new whip
I been waiting since a little boy to buy this shit
I ain't hiding from no haters so I ride with no tint
Feast your eyes mother fucker
I beep my horn at your woman
She keep her phone in her lap
I call and she coming
And for that, she always coming back
But I'm running to them stacks
I'm trying to put a million in the wall
Couple million in the yard
Couple million in the ceiling
Over where them hoes laying at
So it's staying as
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the script
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the script
Jets up over bitches nigga
Counting my grip
The Jet Business lyrics - Curren$y
Can't beat us join us, keep reefer on us
Jet life
Blow the smoke out in the club corner
Watch the game with the team owners
Yeaaauh...
Ever since you was a baby, I was the flow you looked up to
The mobile over your crib, your playpen, I'm a mogul I can mold you
Into something just say when
Jets ain't fucking around you can tell when
The valet pull 'em toys r uses around
Stashed a few dollars now the boy parking horses
Stashed a few dollars it's affecting how I'm talking
But not what I'm saying
Okay man, scared the opposition: shitless at the weigh in
When we showed up, pouring liquor for 'em, they already knew that they was dead men
Spitta, Mr. Been-done-that, switched the style up, and let my mini-me's run that
My money pile up, laughing at the homegirl, fell asleep counting up
She a boss so she down with us
Keep some bad bitches surrounding her, my homies be pounding 'em
And that's cool cause me and boo do the 1-2 every now and then
But we gotta stay business, focus on grosses, never on these hoeses
Jets up in motion, high rise, hideout looking down on the ocean, balcony back shots
So good baby girl cried her eyes out beautiful moments
Want me to hold her when it's over but I'm already going that's what I told her
She say my heart frozen, but bitch, you knew about the man before you chose him
Big dog, Range-Rovin', roamin'
Mob wives look the other way when daddy bring that dough in
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Loose lips sink ships, pillow talk digs ditches for many niggas
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Jet misses don't tell the Jet business...
... Verde Terrace
Pinifarina lyrics - Curren$y
Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
'Cause it keep getting bit
I had to lay low like they was looking for the kid
All points bulletin, bathing ape hoodies in
My sports car internet star
Killing niggas digitally like they SOCOM
I'm so calm in the mist of the storm
Nonchalant, but I'm very aware what's going on
Fuck mowing the grass for the snakes, I set fire to the lawn
Baked Spitta kill beats, send flowers to the wake
Couple hoes deliver some roses and the cake
What you want, stop the jets fool you must be on
More than one, no shots I'm just making it known
I got a gun, got a walk smoking on, pop
Shit wicked in the city trying to survive, then you should stick with me
Ya'll don't want to be the duck to get stuck, when the situation turns sticky
Do your research, homework, history
Iceberg, denim jackets opened up a fresh package of hanes t-shirts
Wifebeaters, white as my next door neighbors
White as my bottom bitch Mercedes
White as squares on the checkered flag when it's waving
We winning, needless to say it
Throw some away and some to the cleaners
Champagne stain shit, Spitta get lifted like sanctions
Vocabulary gangster, my ink pen has shanked me
Jet life til the
Coffins dropped in the grave, get filled up
But for now, I'm 'a live my life lit up
That coupe got some get up
Foreign supermodel pent up
Inside of it she doing chin ups
I'm riding home boy, you should come get up
Pandemonium, four black SUV's on the road for him
When he landing, pandemonium
Bitches run up, not sure which one he rolling in
Yeah man, pandemonium
Throwback flow, Deloreans petroleum
King Jahphi Joe had his women throw roses on the floor for him
Pandemonium (yeah)
Side betting at the street races
10,000, my wager on that Camaro with the craters
My eyes completely asian, but open the scoping for haters
They hoping I'm off on my basis
Swear this weed so elegant, we should grow the shit in vases
Niggas you scared of, see me in clubs in St. Casius
They in the streets, I'm in the rap game similar risks we both taken
Parking dope boy rides outside my enterprise celebrating
'Cause both of our sides made it
Continuous elevation, I exhibited faith and
Patience, at the same time I went and got mine
I wasn't waiting, it's a thin line might wanna count your paces
Before you cross it, this game a come up and losses
That's trill bawse shit, what you know about it
Pandemonium, feel like when a bad bitch come roll for him
(Yeah)
Hennessy Beach lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Dom Kennedy)
[Dom Kennedy:]
My niggas trying hard to get it
We making sure the cars is tinted
I'm making sure the broads is with it
I hit her with the extra large addiction
My niggas trying hard to get it
We making sure the cars is tinted
I'm making sure the broads is with it
I hit her with the extra large addiction
Clicquot, hope you hoes is all legal
I take the most thickest and leave the rest with my people
Guns kill niggas and her pussy is lethal
Raised in West Philly, her favorite team is the Eagles
Got one dog, I think that shit is a beagle
She dress like one of them girls at Fred Segal
Totally! I just make her buy a bunch of clothes for me
Then we go out to eat, I order steak with the rosemary
Before we in the house, I be digging in the hosiery
She goes for me. I put that on the father and the rosary
The older we become, life is just begun
You like how that drink taste?
Mix it with some pre-cum
I hang around millionaires cause I could really be one
If you don't understand that, you are really D-umb
If you know a nigga real as me, I would like to see one
A couple homies locked away, I hope this city free 'em
Goin' to the pros, I'm tired of playing D-1
Can't stay in the same place, life is not a re-run
I broke out, hit it one time, then I choked out
When the plane land, that mean Spitta in here smoked out
Tortoise shell frames on, yeah niggas Loc'd out
Can't wait to bring the '62 with the spokes out
Cause it's all in our reach
I be waiting for you nigga, right here
On Hennessy Beach
[Curren$y:]
Now I never had a glass of Hennessy in my life
I can't lie... but I did have a shot of XO this morning
Shout out for the housewarming gift
They sent that over to the crib
I didn't drive over here, not drinking and driving
Tish brought me... aite
Sand in my Nike Cortez, beach front home
Cause I was stacking and playing the back, all along
Niggas is dead over raps gone over songs
I'm rolling something Herculean
Trees past strong like it gotta be on 'roids, boy
Here's another hit, that Barry Bonds
Spitta know how to treat a woman, sugar
Cut all that real girl shit out, I prove it to ya
Versace Medusa, I get
Highed up to do my work. I'm a roofer
Instead of paying attention you niggas paying
Them bitches. That's why you in that position
Looking up at the jets, waving bye
Straining your eyes cause we satellite high
In 1997, I dreamt about riding around in Porsche 911's
Now I'm plotting, opening a car lot to sell em
My bottom bitch saw it all go down
But she never tell it
Car Talk lyrics - Curren$y
And I'm a Nike Head My car entice the Feds
My bitches Porno-Bred you countin corny bread
I slice a G-loaf can cop a speedboat
Can't sing but they know Spitta holding C-notes
Critics say that he flow only bout weed
They don't know about me They just judging from my Tweet Quotes
Since they don't understand him they figure that it ain't dope
Fuck 'em tho. I'm with my niggas and my bitches
Everywhere we going my older he homie flicking pictures
He tripping cause he just came home locked up all that time
Ain't know that I became a Don
The same way Ace Boogie put Money Mitch back on
Welcomed him with open arms JetLife niggas wishin they was in the fold
They ain't they in the fuckin cold
I'm in the paint dunking on niggas
Expanding my crib my garage getting bigger
Call Rozay tell him "sell a donk to a nigga"
Or point me to expert builder
I want purple ghost flames on the hood and the fenders
Have it covered, trailered, delivered to the cirle of winners
I'm a be in there chillin where I parked my other race cars
Clearing out a space for my newest edition
It's Spitta The master of the Car Talk
No engine
My shit powered by the all-spark
Straight sickening
Smoke Sumthin lyrics - Curren$y
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
But I ain't steppin on the stage until they
Count up all my cash flow
Oh man, then your man's going Twilight Zone
Wantin' to be left alone, again at home, listen to Soulja Slim
I spread that dough out, rolling pin, slice it up
With my closest friends as the grimey globe spins, I'm riding
Trying to keep dirt off my rims and my name
Out'chea stay poppin up at the red carpet
My green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes
Highed up, I like what she working with, that's why we hired her
We put her on the set, tattoo calligraphy love the Jets
Love and respect, we passing you the fuck up
Ain't passing you none of my bud
That's why you standing 'round us bruh!
Are you accounted for?
Who brung you? You don't speak the code bro
Yo slick tongue done hung you
You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through
I'm in the bank line, empire, I build this for us to eat
Inside is the lunch room, outside is looking wild and hungry fool
Shut the door so they don't see us light a joint or two
I stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something
Talking about smoke something
Stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something
Talking about smoke something
Run Dat Shit lyrics - Curren$y
When I'm off in the zone
My niggas telling me run that shit
Shit for high priced SUVs, long nights palm trees
Cuff link sleeves, them niggas ain't these
Extraordinary gentleman, this is the league
Wrinkle free, pimpin, my styles straight like 9:15
Jet Code make Watergate look like a hair-brained scheme
Your hoes wanna be Taken, no Liam Neeson on the scene
Blue waters, white sands, sticky green
Enough niggas talk shit, Jet niggas talk rich
Porches, fortress, horses afford this
Then try step up, y'all got me messed up
Basketball shorts on red carpet, my girl dressed up, and I'm coolin
I'm just at the premier cause my homeboy was in the movie
I would be hoopin on my front yard point guard shit
With my neighbors son OG shit I do cause I truly am one
When I'm off in the zone
My niggas telling me run that shit
And they still trying to build that case
Want me to pay for murdering all these tapes, what can I say
Its still money over bitches, we stick to the script here
Magazine pictures credit every stitch that I wear
Never been one of those caught up in the fab
They say its out of style, I bring that shit back
Designers know it makes sense to chop it and burn hash
And let me skim through their next season sketch pad
I'm never mad, just mad high my guy
From this altitude you wipe a doves tears when they cry
The forefather of the fly
No paternity test your style got my eyes left
And its Jets til the motherfucking next life
So sweet candy stripes on my Vette, if I say it I show it
You think I get it for free how I smoke it
My dude wanted loot but he tossed me a few free O's and shit
All these rappers need is a hook to go and fish
For crappy deals but Im way too real
Mothafuckas kept half assing until
Warner Bros came to the table with the table
Now theres room for my whole set, now my niggas able
Eat 'til we got the itis, bitch we on fire
Marlo on the screen yeah bitch we on the wire
You talking too much bitch go sit up there with the driver
One For Da Wave lyrics - Curren$y
Got my bitch she shot gun
A pizza and a cola
While she play her position in the mirror watching them rollers
And I'm smoking the potent
Driving roasted like it's stolen
On the road to the riches if you wonder where I'm goin
I make a fortune from flowing
It's gonna happen I know it
Fool I told you so
Don't be surprised cause I'm rollin
Few styles been stolen
Don't think that I haven't noticed
But a couple of nuggets ain't much to this fucking grower
I can get you some morer
This audio dope
I got what chu need plus way morer
Underneath the floorboards
I represent no love
Suckas get no love
Homie only know of us, he don’t really know us
Momma have that rolled up before I roll over
Jet life best life
Good mornings wild nights
It's flashing lights
Racing stripes
If her head right
I got no problem booking her flight
Sky Miles lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Curren$y)
We came to take you higher
And higher, and higher, flight
[Curren$y:]
Ninja Turtle marijuana, cut it down
Leonardo's katanas, we in town
Found with hoes around us, dirty rotten scoundrels
Twisting up seedless quarter-pounders
Yacht party, bitch never seen a flounder
She working at the Gap folding jeans on the counter
Niggas lounging, wood panels on the wall
Like the inside of them late 70's houses
Nigga, I'm Mitchell and Ness, vintage flow
OG, no retro, grab a nugget
Pack a bowl, let's Super Tecmo
Chevelle S dough, shut the door bitch, let's go
[Willie the Kid:]
In my new car, going like I'm too far
Money show truly who you are
Whether you a star or a shooting star, they shooting stars
So you want to spar with a southpaw, get your jaw draw
I got a bitch like the black Zsa Zsa Gabor
And she could pull a chick faster than I could pull
In Acapulco, pouring shots of tequila
She bought her friend, I brought Curren$y, he bought the reefer
What up Spitta? We buzzing like a transmitter
These niggas bitter, slipping like a transmission
I'm Brita, spring water with the flow
Break the bank like it's brittle, brush money like bristles
Official, a root canal, bicuspid
I'm on the cusp of these bucks, not a husband
But I'm in love with the money fuck it lusting
Long like the hair of Rumpelstiltskin, I'm Teddy Ruxpin
Hold my grizzly, Willie gets busy
The fly Jet Life insure Met Life, right?
Hot Spitta with me, never a Dull Moment
We came to take you higher
And higher, and higher, flight
Crack BC lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Curren$y:]
Yo, Jet Life. I'm gonna do this fast this Spitta. Y'all know I ain't sell nan crack, no soap. Let me get out Roddy way and let him do his thing. Feel me? I called in a professional. Here's a professional, let me move and get out the way
[Young Roddy & Curren$y:]
They can't tell me nothing 'bout this coke (I'm not trying to)
Nothing 'bout crack, nothing 'bout this weed.(I'm not trying to)
This for my hustling niggas. Niggas on the corner 24-7, I ain't forget you niggas
(I wouldn't try doing this I called in a professional)
Uh, this my tre-first commandments
[Young Roddy:]
I been in this game for years, this shit made me a savage
Word to the momma, my niggas they tote cannons
Rule #1: No serving in front of cameras
Cause that's the quickest way to get you thrown in the slammer
#2: Scared money don't make loot
First car, without a lisence, lil' nigga making moves
And if them jack boys got you nigga bet not move
Cause it'll be another nigga dead on the news
#3: That shit cold blood if you ask me
Only speaking when I'm spoken to, so barely do I speak
From talking out of turn, can get you six feet deep
So you better pay attention, 'fore your ass become dinner
#4: I know we heard this before
But my homie getting high on his own supply
#5: Never hold no cash where you rest
Cause it'll be more than them Jets coming for your neck
#6: That goddamn credit...whatever
You think a crackhead paying you back? Nigga never
#7: I'm at the dice game, like "Bet it"
I win a few grand, spend it with a dope man
#8: Never let no bitch hold your weight
Cause in the hood, some days a nigga safe ain't even safe
#9: I'm tired of coaching niggas how to grind
Better cop a few rocks nigga, break 'em all down
#10: Should've been #1 to me
If you ain't getting pinched, stay the fuck from police
Like the Gingerbread Man, tell 'em "Catch me if you can"
Ain't tryna do no bid, fuck living in the can
But will a nigga like me ever snitch? Hell no
Them goons will wack you in that rain, sleet, hail snow
Follow these rules have mad cash to rake up
Make money easy like a layup, Jets, nigga
High Tunes lyrics - Curren$y
Up getting high round 7 AM
And my girl start bitching about my friends
Because last night, niggas was going the fuck in
I stumbled through the door cloud 9, cloud 10
Yeah that was round 4, say 3 hours ago
Now I'm smoking out the crib, picking out clothes
What I'm most comfortable in
My khaki cargos, monte carlo
When I think of somewhere to go
I scan barcodes trying to see what its hitting for
Slamming my car door too hard you can't ride with me no more
I don't need a chain or a whip to get with these hoes
Word to the homie Wacko, ain't fucking with me natural
Factual, studies show your bitches go, hannibal
Trying to eat a nigga alive, that's what this rap shit do
Them police is after you, niggas getting mad at you
Jet life from this high can't see shit unless that matter to you
You trying to be the boy they wonder what had happened to
I tried to be the man I did more then I plan to do
I did my thing I snatched it before they could hand it to
Earthquake motor the road I'm doing damage to
The paint'll murder, the doors is suicide fool
You may die no lie, and this is very true
I'm online like a dot com
Constructing these bars like I'm building a prison
Locked in though I gotta be out of my mind
Im parked, im sparked, im chillin u can burn with me
But them niggas gotta stay outside
Diamond in the back, sunroof
Counting up a stack in the drive thru
Bass slapping, what the g's ride to
Wonder what this is, it's high tunes
Diamond in the back, sunroof
High fool!
Countin up a stack...when I ride through
Got a fifty sack in my shoe
Music To Ride To lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)
[Curren$y:]
Them other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I (Verde Terrace)
Let me drag two more chairs out here with me
Niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
Dressed like I got somewhere to go
But I'm just smokin' my trees, prolly sweep the patio
Thumb through a few magazines; Complex, Robb Report
Surf the internet, reserve some time at a Dubai resort
I'm on the grind, fool, I ain't a child no mo'
But I play the fuck outta thirsty ho
It ain't a game, it's the planes, brushing off my clothes
But ain't nothing on my back 'cept my wings, pardon me bro
As I make my way to the change, carve my place out in history
Get rich and stay the same, enclave
Palm tree shade, have kid
Happily raised, George Burning through my old age
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
Mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and on your bitches mind
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
[Young Roddy:]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my team, man I put that shit on g's
She love me when I met her, cussin' at me when I leave
Shit, she acting like those bills mad cheap
Girl, it cost to be the boss around this piece, can I breathe?
Cuz all I do is grind, write rhymes and smoke weed
You know, burn down a tree
Tire marks as I burn down the street, take heed
When that money speak ain't life for free, but pretty as can be
From low class to living comfortably
All from being a beast on these beats
Smoking that loud pack as I creep, them plane-haters ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Them lame niggas ain't nothing like me
Trying to get a bite to eat, a plate for free, nigga please
I know cats who been grinding all week. Why sleep when that money on yo street?
I was taught to get cheddar in a hurry
You play checkers and get your ass buried, boy
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
Mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and on your bitches mind
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Same old shit, just a different day
New weed I'm twisting up, I break it down and lift me up, Jet Life
Nigga what? I'm high as fuck in the cut
Just chillin', count this paper up
You know the life of a villain, sport cars and women
Popping them polo collars, partner, all well denims
Over them Guccis no stunt thats how a nigga living, on g's
Bitch please, my paper peeling
Look I'm addicted to this shit and I can't fight the feeling
Still tryna to stack my dollars up from the floor to ceiling
Niggas hating on us, we ain't tripping off your feelings
365, 24/7, we making a killing spittin' the shit that we living
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
Mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and on your bitches mind
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
My Life Is A Movie lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mr. Marcelo)
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping
[Mr Marcelo:]
My life is a movie, so when I be movin'
People be watchin, haters be tuned in
When I be just cruisin', or I be just hangin'
Or chillin' with my homies, out smokin' and drinkin'
Sometimes I be thinkin', what If I wasn't who I am?
Would I still move crowds like I was Rakim?
Homie I get it poppin', like champagne bottles
And I stay fresh like a runway model
Women, I'll holler. Fella's, peace out
Tell them haters, keep my name up out they mouth
Cause I be on ice like beer at a picnic
Run up on brick, and you will get your death wish
I'm from a hell zone, where I'm well known
And I don't keep up with'em homie, I make the jones
I get my hustle on to keep my money right
And I ain't stunt'n on ya homie, I'm just living life
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping
[Curren$y:]
Cinematic, front row action
Go blind looking at him, don't sit so close
All eye's on spitta, switch time zone's homes, on both coast's
Them sucka's don't really know, whoa!
Inform'em, warn'em, that we was 'bout to swarm'em, and bomb'em
Inevitable, I had to blow
Fuck who diddn't want to see it happen, life is a movie documentary, tho no actor's
Way to real, no scripts in here, live
They believe what ever they hear, lie's
Jive ass niggas, I don't need'em in my circle, they way to square
On the road to riches, 22 inches a spare
Sparking like road flare's, hault pimpen, who goes there?
Don't think you can blend in the the Jet Bredren
A symbol of Og, dope 93' Ac, Legend
Too big for one screen, we gon' need to merge at least about 3 ofthose together
Yeah
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping
Ways To Kill Em lyrics - Curren$y
I tell a bitch quick, "I don't need you!"
Let welfare feed you
Why would I buy you a purse when I could buy me a Regal?
Hook the bitch up tough, interior done up
Park it next to my Oldsmo with the European fronts
I'm from New Orleans, I stunt in a blue moon once
Every now and again, but I don't be doing too much
That's how fool's get touched
Riding through all them cuts
Thinking you living cool? Dude, you looking like lunch
To the wild and the young, seem to be born with guns
You need to read the sign if you going where they from
Cough up a lung with my corrupt alumni
Get high and cry with friends now though we survive
And for that, I'll ride 22's
The front stays 8, the back about 11 inches wide
My mind on my money, my eyes on the prize
I'm forever on my hustle and on your bitch's mind
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways
To kill these niggas
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways
Of getting it done
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways
Of killing 'em, nigga
Seersucker pants and my HUF socks
With the leaf prints, Stan Smiths in my drop top
Bitches know that's him before he hopped out
Said she came with a nigga, but he can be swapped out
If I'm trying to rock now
Same cold flow I been havin' got me hot now
Disgruntled rappers dusting off they battle tablets
Taking potshots, I'm just rolling up my pot, takin' shots
Lemon-drop ten women swimmin' on the roof of my building
But I'm not jumpin' in with 'em
Because I'm dressed, I'm chillin'
This cashmere, not scuba gear
My homie Trademark copped this at the Ralph Lauren spring show in last year
I just got around to wearing this now
They say gold worth 1600 an ounce
So with no diamonds, my bracelet worth a townhouse
Hanging my watch out the window
Putting hoes on time-out
Smoke Sumthin (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Lil Wayne)
[DJ Drama (Curren$y):]
Just in case you need something else to roll to
Spitta, Weezy, Dram'
You know we go way back like Tony, Toni, Tone
(Tryna keep dirt off my rims)
Verde Terrace
(These motherfuckers got me fucked up)
(Verde Terrace yeah, yeah)
[Curren$y:]
One for the money, yessir, two for the show
But I ain't steppin on the stage until they count up all my cash flow
Oh man, then your man's going Twilight Zone
Wantin' to be left alone, again at home, listen to Soulja Slim
I spread that dough out, rolling pin, slice it up with my closest friends
As the grimy globe spins, I'm riding, tryna keep dirt off my rims and my name
Out'chea stay poppin up at the red carpet
My green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes
Highed up, I like what she working with, that's why we hired her
We put her on the set, tattoo calligarphy letter "Jets"
Love and respect, we passing you the fuck up
Ain't passing you none of my bud, that's why you standing 'round us bruh!
Are you accounted for? Who brung you?
You don't speak the code bro, your slick tongue done hung you
You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through
I'm in the bank line, empire
I build this for us to eat, inside—this the lunch room
Outside is looking wild and hungry fool
Shut the door so they don't see us; light a joint or two
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Curren$y & Lil Wayne:]
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something
Talking about "Smoke sumthin'" (Smoke sumthin')
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something
Talking about "Smoke sumthin'"
[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, uh-huh
I do just that
Turn the music up, Mike
(Gangsta!)
Let me gon' light me one up for all my trouble
I'm chillin with this bitch who think we make the perfect couple
But she trippin, I'm sippin on some bubbly with no bubbles
It's me, that's who, I put this shit together like puzzles
I'm puzzled: is it me or niggas is lame?
You're coward-hearted, yellow, lemon merengue
I'm about to change my name from "Dwayne" to "Deranged"
To be a billionaire, I got a shot, like Danny Ainge
My gang wear red, your bitch a airhead
But I still break her off like a fucking chair leg
And Tunechi, ya heard me, you don't deserve me
Swag so sick, so, injury reserve me
I'm the god, I should be rapping in a turban
But knowing me, I'll prob'ly ollie up the curb
Then grind down the rail only with my tail
Pause— Haha
[Lil Wayne, {Curren$y & Both}:]
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something (Owww!)
Talking about "Smoke sumthin'" (Young Money)
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, {some bitches was saying something}
{Talking about "Smoke sumthin'"}
[Lil Wayne:]
Bitch, you ain't putting on
Smoke sumthin'
Like Too Short say
"I remember when you couldn't even smoke shit, gotta stay focused"
Perfect Time lyrics - Curren$y
From The City That Care Forgot
From the section where rations had to be airdropped
Was undetected but they know I'm here now
Rapping through my Verizon network you niggas hear me now good
I'm in VA with my big homie twisting backwoods
Usually I don't get down like that
But that's my big dog, I hit a few times out of respect
And now I'm on the jet full of trees watching videos
Laughing at studio gangsters they more Gents then G's
My bitches use your mixtape cover to break they trees on
Bape top of the building, villa, gorilla King Kong
Thrilla Manilla Spitta get his King of the Ring on
Deals back and forth on the table that's label ping-pong
Won't get caught up in it, that sucker shit
Nothing positive would ever come from it
I'll buy this shit entirely from the hip-hop government
And fools know I
Never sell my soul, swear on both eyes
Never change in attempt to gain dollar signs
I just kept it G and waited on the perfect time
Go left if the situation ain't right
Only thing I got if you're asking for advice
The moves I done made in my life was difficult
But if I had two I would do it twice
Buzz increased until it became a bang
Jet planes in the building bitch we do our thang
Lace locks on my Fire Red 5's
Walk in the club with gangsters who amazed to still be alive
Cause they been through it but I took them out it
When I put my heart into this music I got some money out it
From East 34th to JFK by helicopter
I'm in the magazines you're in barbershops reading about me
And I know your girl made you more mad
When she picked you up from work she had that How Fly on full blast
Just another shot from the extended clip of Jet Shit
And another one coming before you even know you're hit
These bitches is becking by the smell of the Jet piff
These niggas is jealous of the love the JETS get
But I ain't stressing, mama roll up the whole zip
And let me smoke away all this industry bullshit
And fools know I
Never sell my soul, swear on both eyes
Never change in attempt to gain dollar signs
I just kept it G and waited on the perfect time
Go left if the situation ain't right
Only thing I got if you're asking for advice
The moves I done made in my life was difficult
But if I had two I would do it twice
Never changed it for nothing
Sports cars, sexy broads and luggage
Better to be somebody for one day
Than a nobody for your whole life
Fuck it
On My Way lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, I don't rap on beats I spit pictures nigga
Spit that real and kill these fictitious niggas
Ya'll don't want any part of Spit Vicious nigga
Simple beats, complex lyrics; I give it to ya
Just as an onion has layers to it
Different phases to my music let me take you through 'em
I ain't a killer but the beat made me do it
Eliminate the fake to see the loot flip
JETs high
We lookin' down on the top
No matter what the time it's four-twenty on my clock
Won't let you niggas disgrace hip-hop on my watch, not hardly
It ain't that type of party fool, I'm sorry
Park up on them, style, how I play these bitches, suffer from smoke inhalation
Got they face all in a jet engine
Tryna get a wiff, no
Smell somethin' I wrote in my notebook and overdose 'cause it's too dope
(And I'm... yeah)
On the way to the next cheque, it's
Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and
It's not a secret I so love my set
But where haven't we been yet?
(And I'm... yeah)
On the way to the next cheque, it's
Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and
It's not a secret I so love my set
And bitches no the planes... (got it)
Exercise for the mind, mixtapin' like a athlete in the gym
Nigga I'm trainin'
My home-girl up in the hotel room waitin'
Didn't get down like that we just started fuckin' lately
Rare shit, so crazy, straight up
Straight jacket action baby, but wait up
I never let it get me down cause my spirit's rasin'
To the point I'm grounded but steady levitatin'
Most niggas was sleep, but they wakin' and bakin'
Finally catchin' up the music the JETS was makin'
Wack niggas gotcha gassed smellin' like a station
My homey once told me everybody ain't gonn' make it
Believe he was taken
Cause truth was at the root of his statement
From the air to the pavement behind paper
From the air to the pavement behind paper
From the air to the pavement behind paper
(And I'm... yeah)
On the way to the next cheque, it's
Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and
It's not a secret I so love my set
But where haven't we been yet?
... Got it
Smoke-N-Maintain (In And Out) lyrics - Curren$y
This is just a small introduction to the jet-set era
Every mornin' I wake up I take a look in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryna' be like me
But I don't mind it to be honest
Just as long as they pay homage
Earned my spot, I one of New Orleans' flyest rhymers
I make a faithful house-wife into a two-timer
Snuck a eighth on the Island in my Bape jacket linin'
Not fired up, we flyin above
Niggas claimin' to get higher than us
They lyin' to ya
In front my bitch crib waitin' for Lil Roddy to pull up
Got a joint to bake but I'm a keep it trill and wait
Cause the homey called and said that he was on his way
Just another day in the life, another minute another mile
On the flight. No, I wouldn't switch it for nothin', dig it?
Yeah I might of said it before
But I'm 'a say it til the mic tell me don't say it no more
(And so...)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
(We rep The Planes)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
This is how a nigga smoke-n-maintain (maintain)
(We rep The Planes)
Sleepless In New Orleans lyrics - Curren$y
More bullshit, here we go again
Anonymous tips, and false love from ya friends
Said they saw my car around that one bitch crib again
When will you ever learn? Them hoes is miserable
They know what we be doin'
They know where we be goin'
They wish it was them instead of you I'm diggin' on
With all this trippin' you just gonna make it easy for 'em
I'm just sayin' mama, quit playin' mama
Walk in the house and shorty go the long face
Oh shit, whatcha home girl say?
I guess I was the topic at the beauty shop today
You let them heffers tell it; I'm constantly on dates
And for the most part I'm in the studio droppin' my tapes
I invite you to sessions you don't be wantin' to stay
Til four and five in the mornin'
You worryin' bout me tourin'
And layin' up with these bitches
I wonder if a rapper-relationsship really fitcha
Cause basically
You be takin me
Outta my zone
Tryina test my patience or drive em crazy ringin' my phone
I answer it, you listenin' for background noise
All CSI tryna detect female voice
And that's so uncomfortable
You used to be my down-ass chick what did you turn into
I'm tryna have it all Cliffe and Clair Huxtable
I'm almost to the point where I'm fed up with you
More bullshit, here we go again
Anonymous tips, and false love from ya friends
Said they saw my car around that one bitch crib again
When will you ever learn? Them hoes is miserable
They know what we be doin'
They know where we be goin'
They wish it was them instead of you I'm diggin' on
With all this trippin' you just gonna make it easy for 'em
I'm just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama
Whatchu mean 'what I'm packin' for'?
I'm 'a give you minute, you've been actin' up
Grab me some boxes, a couple Air Maxes and stuff
XBox and games on the passenger seat of my truck
Bring it by my other crib where my little brother live
Clear my head, be back in a couple days
Few different tangled biddies, pretty skinnies in my bed
But they only get my dick, not my heart B
If you ain't the one you the proto-type, word to André
See them as freaks and I see you as my fiancé
I don't ever bring that bullshit round home base
I keep G, gimme that, I mean come one B
And even you said it
No other nigga can hit it like I did it
And no other will ever get a chance to get it
I'm tryna have it all Barack and Michelle
If you ridin' then I'll be back when it ain't hard for me to tell
More bullshit, here we go again
Anonymous tips, and false love from ya friends
Said they saw my car around that one bitch crib again
When will you ever learn? Them hoes is miserable
They know what we be doin'
They know where we be goin'
They wish it was them instead of you I'm diggin' on
With all this trippin' you just gonna make it easy for 'em
I'm just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama
Stay Up lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fly Union)
[Fly Union:]
Shit dun changed, and I'm 'a be the same
Never switchin' lanes, it's why I stay up in the sky
Yeah, it's why I stay up in the sky
Oh, it's why I stay up in the sky
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, I fell asleep on the plane
Woke up to cameras flashin' and people screamin' my name
They seem to think their agendas all hidden but they isn't
I been onto these swindlers for a minute
Bad girls at the party bein' tough and drinkin' Guiness
Though I'm 'a play it straight and sip a couple Shirley Temples
Low-key with a sober mental, at least until I get to my car
I got a joint to spark that's waitin' in my glove-compartment
Got to point to proved personal shit I admit I'm caught in
In the end we'll compare moves and then see who's the smartest
Somewhere between the rich and famous and the starvin' artist
I embody that, so I spit which will relate to all them... yeah, fool
[Fly Union:]
Shit dun changed, and I'm 'a be the same
Never switchin' lanes, it's why I stay up in the sky
Yeah, it's why I stay up in the sky
Oh, it's why I stay up in the sky
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, do it the Jet way
Put it in the air like I just called the past play
Them niggas wasn't there, they're just talkin' hear-say
Them suckers only in the hood on video days
When it's police barricades and video-tapes
Ain't bein' real, they just bein' real fake
I got real-estate, a couple plenty closin' dates, I'm straight
I know them haters was like "Homie gon' fall off, just wait"
Now they can't walk in their bitch crib without seein' my face
Chalk it up to wrokin' hard and constantly talkin' to God
Produce your Jet membership or you cannot come abord
We flyin' over you squares, fuckin' checker boards
[Fly Union:]
Shit dun changed, and I'm 'a be the same
Never switchin' lanes, it's why I stay up in the sky
Yeah, it's why I stay up in the sky
Oh, it's why I stay up in the sky
Tokyo Drift lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
Backrubs & bamboo huts, exotic __cpLocations them niggas ain't us
Bad bitches on motorcycles makin' 'em stand up
One wheelin' it, killin' it, I'm observing the situation & feelin' it
You in this gentleman's club paying for love
Fuck tap-dancing on front street I stay in the cut
Niggas recognize & these fools know
Bitches notice, they see it's the jets and instantly they go to us
Roll one up, right to the window of the tour bus
What? When? Where? Who framed Roger Rabbit?
While you investigatin' that I let Jessica have it
Lacoste hats & tops, alligator soufflé
Maybe next time round the globe but surely not today
I'm JD & Jay on the interstate switchin lanes
Old School Slick Rick, Dana Dane
3rd base Spitta, P-Nice minus the 'caine, insane
Yeah... Nigga... & Where haven't we been yet?
Jet Files, Fool
The Seventies lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, right back like I left my cell phone in the sofa cushion
Pay attention to 'em, show you how a pro do it
To the edge I push it, clearing over the ledge
Long way from down there so don't look if you're scared
On the quest for the bread, like I'm trying to build a sandwich
Tall enough to put me next to the moon if I was to stand on it
That's all, you niggas sugary, get caught in the rain and dissolve
Reinforced frame, now Spitta too strong
Sucka niggas ain't built to last that long
They out of ammunition making whack ass songs
Rap ain't wrong, it's just fucked up, not like that forever though
Because you got us, good weed, bad bitches among us
Try not to let this bullshit become us
We the Jets, my nigga only God is above us
Crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back
Bad bitch in the passenger seat she twistin' up a sack
I know this ain't the seventies, I'm feeling like the Mac
Goldie, you can't hold me from collecting these stacks
Full steam ahead, no time for looking back
While I was off you niggas was getting fat
It's my time boss I need parts of all that
If I ain't on my grind then what you call that
Heavens to Betsy somebody catch me, I'm fallin'
Hopefully I land on both Jordan's
Get right back to the sky with another bong rip
Another broken celly maybe I should buy a phone clip
Stop it, I would never rock it
Like my wallets, my money and my rubbers all in my pockets
You already know what's in them Louie pouches
It's prescribed so I ride with at least a couple ounces
Never seen lions pouncin' on their prey
Real shit, that's how I approached the beat today
These, niggas is slippin', butterfingers going to the bar
Don't leave your broad you better bring her with you boy
Or you'll be filing a missing person report for her
Picture on a milk carton at the Krogers
Winn-Dixie or whoever your local grocery freezer
If I didn't think I would lose my account I would of U Streamed her
Crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back
Bad bitch in the passenger seat she twitstin' up a sack
I know this ain't the seventies, I'm feeling like the Mac
Goldie, you can't hold me from collecting these stacks
Full steam ahead, no time for looking back
While I was off you niggas was getting fat
It's my time boss I need parts of all that
If I ain't on my grind then what you call that
The Pledge (In & Out) lyrics - Curren$y
Ride Chevy wide-body across the Bridge of Terabithia
Skills I was born with but I can try teachin ya
Drop gems from the clouds homie hope they reachin ya
The one they turnin up their speakers for
It's undeniable that I'm liable to own the world as I'm entitled fool
Get it right all I need is a try or two
If I was you I'd only do what I wanted to do
And tell them other niggas kick rocks, yeah
Park my jet at the end of the block
G-Shock matchin' my argyle socks
This year when the ball drop in my heart I knew
This was no time to let suckas knock me out for my loot
Take me out from my root I'd be a damn fool I Mapquested it
It's right at my next exit, shit
Catch my bread I'm right back in this shit
Protect my neck homie only in myself do I invest
Only in your hands does your fate really rest
But you could leave it to another man be my guest
Could never survive in my shoes homie not a step
Cause I move with those of whom you are scared to death
Sucka ass niggas ain't rappin that real
Ya'll should be members of the Screen Actors Guild
Bitches see their reflections when they look in my wheel
But they never get to do it cause I can't keep still
Pedal to the metal smell the rubber when I peel
Before I get on the beat the beat write it's own will
Trees in the grinder, the bottles on chill
Hand on your bitch hand, my mind on another meal, yeah. (Jets Fool)
Burn An Ounce lyrics - Curren$y
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
Gs up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit
Yeah
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
Gs up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit
Yeah
Theme music quite fittin' cause my life is a movie
Bring ya bitch up to my roof, a barbecue and a jacuzzi
This is it
Standin' on the couch as every nigga and bitch that's around me glasses lift
They said we wouldn't do it but we did
Point proven
Muscle car collection, couple old ones couple new ones
Girls in all directions, couple fake ones couple true ones
Get confused in choosin' who from who so I misuse 'em
Run through like socks; one night then I'm out
I'll get another pair while I'm out
She doesn't listen for my horn, she wait to hear me flyin' over her house
Gulf-streams, Levi jeans, and Lamborghini dreams
Nothin' wedgin' in-between
Spitta rep for his team
JETS over everything
I'm 'a smoke a joint for Amalgam Digital
I already had the plane they fitted with the missiles though
Yeah
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
Gs up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit
Yeah
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
Gs up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit
Yeah
Belvedere vodka, lemonade, swimmin' in the same glass
Spitta keep it movin' like a NYC Easy-Pass
Though I blow it fast it's not easy cash
I work for it
Blood sweat tears, weed ashes in my shirt for it
And if I would of known then what I know
Years ago I would have been sittin' on nine-hundred and ninety-nine thou'
I grew fond of the dollar and its powers when I was a child
Hot Wheels, Match Box, cars, pretendin' to drive
Now I own the same whips in actual size
The essence of a dream when it is realised
I prophesized on my last tape, ya'll all lamed out
Didn't appreciate til eight more of them came out
Now I'm off the chain now
Turned the game out
When it's club night we bring the paper planes out
Call this here the gang out
I'm on the list pick my name out
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
Gs up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit
Yeah
And we gonn' burn an ounce to this
Gs up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
I ain't trippin', I got a pound of this
I get it to spend it, I don't got time to count this shit
Yeah
Bring Her Home lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, Me & my girl both highed up
In the strip club at the bar lining shots up
When this one bitch walk past us
Me & her eyes touched, hers & mine
In such a way I knew she was down to fuck
Yeah my girl caught me looking but she didn't spazz
In fact she even complimented on this bitch's ass
Uh, that got me thinkin like yeah
I wonder if she gonna be mad if I ask her
If I could bring this one bitch to the pad with us
Mentally envisionin' all the fun we could have with her
Shawty licking my girl while I am smashing her from back of her
Mustered up the courage to see if I could actually
To get these lovely ladies wrestling in bed with me
While my girl was looking at my face the whole time
And when she spoke it seemed as though she could read my mind
She sipped her wine & smiled, & asked if I was down for something wild
Im like
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I'm thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain't gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I'm thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain't gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
Yeah needless to say I accepted the challenge
Now it's me, my girl & this new bitch 3 deep in my rally sport
Bout to swerve to the store for Trojans
Cause I rather spend 450 on Jordans instead of abortions
Made it to the crib
Pull up, Hop out
My Bitch grabbed our new bitch on the ass
Hot damn, watch out
Before I walked in cut the alarm off they was on the couch
I rolled up a joint, & said "got damn ya'll don't leave me out"
We proceeded to get weeded & freaky all simultaneous
My girl laughing at the faces this new bitch make while taking it
Everybody happy way past satisfactory
I didn't see this coming, just was having a nice little Saturday
Never know what your girl is thinking on the low
And to think when she asked me to come to the strip club I almost said no
(Boy, I'd have hated on my self)
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I'm thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain't gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I'm thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain't gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
I'm Just Dope lyrics - Curren$y
Often imitated never duplicated
The hero, unsung champion, uncongratulated
Through it all I keep it G
And that's what fascinates her
'Cause she'd rather go with me
Than anyplace that you gon'take her
She can tell the fake one in the presence of the real
'Cause my game tight: vacuum seal
Was bein' slept on like a cot in the shelter
Now them owners in my section like
"Spitta how can I help ya?"
She like, "What you involved in?"
I tell her construction, 'cause I really am
I built this whole empire from nothin'
I hear none of them niggas
They don't stand for nothin
Like they're tied to their chairs
Trust me, I'm aware that it's cold
But it's fair
From the inside, looking out there
I see bitches waiting, niggas waiting, cops patrolling
Be careful, don't look them in they're faces
We holding, tryna get out the matrix like Neo and them
Yeah, we in the lab
Cut and package it up
To distribute it to the public
Hit the block stuntin'
Them hoes see what I drove
Wan' know if I'm selling drugs
No, bitch, I'm just Dope
Yeah, we in the lab
Cut and package it up
To distribute it to the public
Hit the block stuntin'
Them hoes see what I drove
Wan' know if I'm selling drugs
No, bitch, I'm just Dope
The all-natural, non-tobacco rapper is back at you
Just in case you though I quit scribbling tablets
I parachute out of bed 'cause I woke up still high
From the previous evening of getting toe-up
Told 'em before, but they didn't believe it
I showed 'em over one million flows to be chose from
Sixteen switches; Spitta still get them bitches wide open
Like my front gate when I'm pulling my Camaro in
Got your girl in tow, carrying a tote bag
With some clothes, 'cause it be a few before she come back
Making moves with your's truly in the car makes her a drug mule
'Cause I'm on narcotics stronger than a schedule II- Oo!
I keeps it funky when I come through
You coping with hard times
Only thing hard of mine is my denim, fool
Founding member of an influential crew- JETS, nigga!
Now we've formally been introduced
Yeah, we in the lab
Cut and package it up
To distribute it to the public
Hit the block stuntin'
Them hoes see what I drove
Wan' know if I'm selling drugs
No, bitch, I'm just Dope
Yeah, we in the lab
Cut and package it up
To distribute it to the public
Hit the block stuntin'
Them hoes see what I drove
Wan' know if I'm selling drugs
No, bitch, I'm just Dope
And we already showed you how to cook up, cook up
You trying to find the JETS? Just look up, look up
You trying to find your girl? I done took her, took her
The JETS is in the house, fool
Yeah, and I still got that drug flow
Spit that shit that makes them bitches eyes roll
And when them skeezers see what I drove
No, bitch! I'm just-
Yeah, we in the lab
Cut and package it up
To distribute it to the public
Hit the block stuntin'
Them hoes see what I drove
Wan' know if I'm selling drugs
No, bitch, I'm just Dope
Yeah, we in the lab
Cut and package it up
To distribute it to the public
Hit the block stuntin'
Them hoes see what I drove
Wan' know if I'm selling drugs
No, bitch, I'm just Dope
Yeah, we in the lab
Cut and package it up
To distribute it to the public
Hit the block stuntin'
Them hoes see what I drove
Wan' know if I'm selling drugs
No, bitch, I'm just Dope
#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
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