Leaving The Dock lyrics - Curren$y
They shipping that Lam to the crib while I'm on tour
When I get off of this bus it's gon' be pedal to the floor
'Fore a nigga even step foot through the door it's gon' be laps in that ho
Dolo - fool I ain't got time for no bitches
But I do got a Rolex where my long sleeves ending
A house on my wrist, a car on each pinky
I got all of this from laughing at them lames
While I'm rolling up my sticky, lightning struck again
Jet Lifers, niggas always rewriting history
Fools hear our verses and rewrite that shit they scribbling
Bitches see my bitches and consider trying women
I pulled up drunk, talking shit in the lobby of my building
Push the button and the elevator took it straight to the ceiling
Doors open in the living room, that's penthouse pimping
Yea girl I did it, I'd advise you to play your position
'Fore you see another ho in your jersey tryna score 30
Ya heard me, a nigga been focused since I said hi to 'er
We higher than the Eiffel
You suckas is like food. Fool, who designed you?
Nigga I was built to make sure this sucka shit get kilt
Homie I'm a whale, big mufuckin' fish
Of course you gon' see a ocean where I live
Of course if I rolled it, it's top shelf hemp
Of course she got them Jordans on tryna impress him
Titties out when I fall in, bring the whole city out
I did it for Slim
WOH lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Styles P)
They ain't high as us
Niggas lying to ya
They ain't high as us
There's more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I'm still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it's only us, dog
Niggas ain't high as us
Lying to ya
[Curren$y:]
Uh, undetected by radar
Closed circuit track, endurance laps, race cars
You niggas just say y'all
Doing that shit, I been into it nigga, play ball
Junior varsity don't want no parts of me, triple O
I just drive like that to protect my rims, I ain't slow
Tell me it's 'bout a check, you'll see how fast it go
That drug dealer flow, George Gervin, ice cold
Finger roll with that pen, I turn that paper into gold
Axl Rose through the Bose in my Rolls
Through the concrete you see a rose still rose
Counted up a million dollars 'fore that sun rose
Spitting game for the Range, dropping tracks for the racks
In the booth of the crib with the boat docks in the back
With them automated gates, remote control's in my lap
'84 riding, I did that for my lifers
Yea, uh
It's more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I'm still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it's only us, dog
(Way out here)
[Styles P:]
Way out here, you can feel the ambiance
Hundred thousand dollar V's, bottles of Dom Pérignon
Keep the profit of the brick you popped your cherry on
White CL Benz dealin', I throw my cherries on
I think about money yea a lot of money
I'm speaking lotto money, Abu Dhabi money
Same old stoner, yea I'm blowing loud
You can grow weed but I can exhale and grow a cloud
You ain't real high, you mid-level
Smoking on that shit we let the kids peddle
I made a couple M's off what them kids peddle
Speak on my name wrong, bet you see them kids' metal
Blast for me, is a blasphemy
Say the realest nigga alive, I think you asked for me
I'm jet-setting with my nigga Spitta
We like to speak paper and it's getting thicker
Biscayne Bay lyrics - Curren$y
Yea... Life
Type shit
You need to have a driver for this
Type shit you ride home too
Niggas too talkative
Chatty Cathy ass simps, I'm on this bossin' shit
My homie just came home, he got a corner office in this
Empire, I constructed brick by brick, this rap hustling
Tennis shoes, t-shirts, lunchboxes, fuck it
If it could be sold then lets do it, if it could be sold we gon' move it
I got the driveway to prove it, crazy high, but I'm not stupid
Blood hound know where the loot is, bring my homies straight to it
My bitches gettin' high to the music
My gangsta bros before me show me exactly how to do it
You only gon' get out it, whatever you put into it
So I go extra to make sure my shit come with the leather
The sunroof, the carbon fiber, Alcantara whatever
Navigation, blue tooth, all kind of shit I never use
Sittin' in that skyline, the style of a stockbroker
Storytellin' weed slanging pot smoker
Revolutionary, rollin Chevy till I fall over
Told em, bury me a G and let my momma have the cheese
Though I'll never die cause the music livin' in the streets
That's all that matter to me
Cause this other shit ain't real, them hoes just fuckin' because of that deal
These niggas livin' life with you until they just get jealous and you get killed
I'm just ridin',smokin',prayin'
That the lord keep them away, and we keep gettin' this money
Cause we legends in the makin', I'm sayin'
...life
Mirrors lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke DZA)
[Curren$y:]
Riding on mirrors
Help them sucka ass niggas see it clearer
See yourself, watch us get richer
Me and my nigga DZA, riding on mirrors
Hundred foot yacht
Smoking out the state room, make room for a nigga
Bigger than the block, feds taking pictures
Inquisitive, interested in how I make my living
From this balling and chilling, pencil and pen pimping
Two of my bottom bitches, write the rhymes
Write my name on the checks that I sign
It's roll up time, windex the windows in my mind
And let the ones who understand see what's going on inside
Only share with those, worth they weight in gold
Gotta be in the know to really know though
You know my bitch eyes slanted, Yoko
Lennon Andretti, highed up, peace signs in my photos
Headrest bearing the family crest
Baby girl, you clearly rocking with the best
Eulogize when I arrive for I'm fresh to death
Riding on mirrors
Help them sucka ass niggas see it clearer
See yourself, watch us get richer
Me and my nigga DZA, riding on mirrors
Riding on mirrors
Help them sucka ass niggas see it clearer
See yourself, watch us get richer
Me and my nigga DZA, riding on mirrors
[Smoke DZA:]
Jet Lifing on these bitches like I'm 'posed ta
Rugby bandana wrap my head up like the Hulkster
And I ain't banging though, unless I'm banging hoes
Bitches suck and swallow like they tryna find the antidote
Niggas be fronting, acting mad for real
'Til you slide they main squeeze, have them mad for real
Weak bladders, I be pissing them off
Cause payback is more of a bitch when your bitch is involved
Classic 'Lo on my '97 Pennys, this my vintage fit
Think Christmas, got big tree lit up, no Rockefeller Center shit
This fucking hash tasting sweeter than some cinnasticks
Have you fidgeting then put you out real sinister
More onions, I need more hundreds
Posers don't want it, they Malibu's Most Wanted
We all know you ain't really that guy
You don't even be inhaling, you be faking the high
Riiiiiight
[Curren$y:]
Riding on mirrors
Help them sucka ass niggas see it clearer
See yourself, watch us get richer
Me and my nigga DZA, riding on mirrors
Sixty-Seven Turbo Jet lyrics - Curren$y
Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs
The fuck you thought?
That ain't the super sport package, the fuck you bought?
I don't plan on bein' in a police chase
But if I do holmes I doubt that I get caught
I had some gear work done, headers, cam, exhaust
Parked outside of my fort
That's my getaway car, easy access, top off
With the push button start, you know me dawg
Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs
Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs
And we can make crack like this
As long as we slang raps like this
Make that paper stack like
And we can make crack like this
As long as we slang raps like this
Make that paper stack like
Fruits of my labor
The grind major, player, investigators agitated
But this is legal paper that we makin'
Sure is dope bein' sold, and yeah we the ones sellin'
Audio keys, the price go down if you cop heavy
Them other fools rushin' they cook up they shit not ready
We waitin' 'til its perfect
Mix it down and then we serve it
The ones who sleepin' on it don't deserve it
Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs
Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs
And we can make crack like this
As long as we slang raps like this
Make that paper stack like
Life
The Stoned Immaculate (2012)
- What It Look Like
- Privacy Glass
- Armoire
- Take You There
- Showroom
- Capitol
- No Squares
- Sunroof
- Chasin' Paper
- That's The Thing
- Chandelier
- Fast Cars Faster Women
- Jet Life
- Audio Dope III (Digital Bonus Track)
- One More Time (Digital Bonus Track)
- J.L.R. (Digital Bonus Track)
- Lost In The Bossness (Cricket/Spotify Bonus Track)
- Off Dat (Spotify Bonus Track)
- Legal Crack (Warner Bros Website Bonus Track)
What It Look Like lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wale)
[Wale:]
We blessed to be here
It's a blessing for you to be here with us
MMG shit, Jet Life, BOA, fuck y'all
What it look like?
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah!
For the occasion, paper planes, uhh
Look, what it look like?
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uhh
Ah, look, now roll my J tight
Hahah, you know what they like, yeah, yeah, uhh
Paris SB's make these niggas catch seizures
Foam game shitting on Irish Springs and Lever
Ha, I'm more cleaver, clever
Whether any weather, nobody doing it better, hah
Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket I'm Gilligan
Ain't no Skipper but all my bitches is Ginger hair
My real estate sweet, yeah, gingerbread
Probably seen meaner bars probably in the Feds
Double MG forever though
Money got me pulling strings, I got that Geppetto dough
Always in them better clothes, I be with them better hoes
No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose
Meaning aroused, I'm sorry I'm not too good with vowels
I got a thousand bitches, I'm not too good with vows
We in Spitta Ferrari, brand new Tiffanys on me
Don't fuck with PBS, but man, I'm addicted to Barney's
That's G shit, I be bumping Fiend shit
And I'm on a roll, you would think they giving me a X
Wordplay like a mothafucka
I'm Durant at the Rucker, your woman's a perfect jumper
Wetter than a swish and I never miss
Get her out her delicates and I ain't gotta tell her shit
Put it on whatever bitch, me and Spitta high as shit
Rex Ryan on these hoes, Jet Life forever bitch
Look, what it look like?
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uhh
Ah, look, now roll my J tight
Hahah, you know what they like, yeah, yeah, uhh
[Curren$y:]
Uhh, the engine in back of my car
I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dawg
Mainstream cheese but I ain't acting like y'all
Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots
I'm in Dulles waiting on luggage, luxury baggage
Four door carriage with the V8 S badges
I'm in the mirror of the Panamera
Looking at them haters crammed in the Dodge Stratus
Can't keep up, get your liters in order
4.8, interior custom, leather suede borders
Not mine, I'm with Wale, I'm just a tourist on the set
Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
I get mine and I bounce like a bad check
You smell the ounce, I ain't even in ya house yet
We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out
After your hoes leave the Jets' hangout
Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out
But I'm in every real nigga Cutlass
In the parking lot of the Wing Stop bumping
So fuck it, I'm platinum in the streets
I never gave a fuck, and that's what they love
She just wan' fuck, homie just wan' hug
Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
And baby girl can't get enough, fill her up
[Wale:]
Look, what it look like?
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uhh
Ah, look, now roll my J tight
Hahah, you know what they like, yeah, yeah, uhh
Look, what it look like?
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uhh
Ah, look, now roll my J tight
Hahah, you know what they like, yeah, yeah, uhh
Privacy Glass lyrics - Curren$y
One time for the weed
One time for the bitches who don't mind being called that
It's love
Privacy glass
Down halfway, reflections cast
On office buildings as I pass
Bitch feeling some kind of way
Sitting right next to me thinking 'bout what's next with me
Intimidated by the playaness, ain't no how to say the shit she texted me
Like "When you tryna take it to the house?"
I'm like "Baby girl, we can get to it right now"
Enough room in this red label, fold up them oak tray tables, get down
Raise that dress up, oh you ain't got nothing on?
You knew you was gon' fuck me, huh?
Girls waiting on you so they all vexed at the crib
Hit you with that 20 questions when they see you stepping out of this
(What that is) privacy glass
And I usually don't ride like this
But lately I been on some whole other shit
And I usually don't ride like this
Privacy tinted, professionally driven
Talking 'bout breakfast at a boat lunch
Anchor the yacht, park them sports cars
This shit ain't for them, this is all ours
High off life, I'll die if I ever fall off
Ho see that vision and know I ball
Cause ain't no such thing as halfway Jets
Impostor ass niggas is kicks, they Payless
I'm baggage claim
The driver hold a sign with my name, LAX
This ain't no rental, I shipped it before I got here, ahead of time
Now I'm blue Ferrari on the 405, redline
Kush clouds, sunshine
Good times, inspired these dope lines
They stronger than coke, colder than froze
Baby don't know if it's for her ears or for her nose
Do what you feeling, they can't see us in here
And I usually don't ride like this
But lately I been on some whole other shit
And I usually don't ride like this
Privacy tinted, professionally driven
Armoire lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)
[Curren$y:]
For Cuban linx
Yellow gold, January cold, my mink
I'm from the the school of old, check out my ring
I won a super bowl of hash, I saw the Mona Lisa blink
Not falling off my ass
Cause I lean like the Tower of Pisa on stained glass
At the church, funeral services for this beat
Niggas tryna steal my style, I can hear 'em in my sleep
Like young thieves outside tryna break in your Z
28 or your Double S, they hit your Trans-Am
For your big nose hood and you know them fools man
And I swear that ain't no good, but I'm not surprised
Cause it's all fair in the game
Of fucking these bitches due to your street fame
This shit's wicked, deserves a documentary
Deadstocks on my feet, I'm walking ancient history
Niggas is beast hype, tryna be like what we write
Ain't nothing but that Jet Life
[Trademark (& Young Roddy):]
I'm talking stacks in the walls, floors, ceilings
A house made of money, feel what I'm building
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
I'm talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the armoire
Constant reminders of what the fuck we grind for
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
[Curren$y:]
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
I'm, from the city of choppers clappers and levee crackage
All levels completed, bitch I'm All-Madden
Smoking out the E-Class wagon
It's just that "to the airport" action, I am more Mr. 2 Door
Still running triple O game on my new hoes
More than one time was I told that I was too cold
Gucci Mane, tryna be grizzly burr on these hoes
Foundation laid, and from that, a mansion rose
When my driver bring yo bitches home, ask her how that Caddy roll
You can tell that she was with daddy, just smell her clothes
Money and smoke, that's all I know
[Trademark (& Young Roddy):]
I'm talking stacks in the walls, floors, ceilings
A house made of money, feel what I'm building
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
I'm talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the armoire
Constant reminders of what the fuck we grind for
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
Take You There lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)
[Curren$y:]
Uh, clearly I made it, all of this hating
Show's over, it's a couple bad ones waiting
Tryna get chosen, flown to a exotic destination
Smoking on something as strong as my vivid imagination
I don't see nothing wrong with love being naked
Out this world whips, my crib a space station
My life is a trip, my crib a vacation
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Bright lights, big city
Big cars, you and me
So baby you can roll with me
I'll show you how it's supposed to be
Big stars, I'll spot ya
Be calm, I got ya
So baby let me take you there
Baby, let me take you there
[Curren$y:]
Yellow gold my link, Coca Cola my mink
Louie pouch holding that stink, love what you think I came without it?
Never that, I keep a pack of papers in my pocket
Applaud all my hot shit, in them hoes mouths like gossip
Money old as Lou Gossett, dollar clocker
Too late for doctors, this dead on arrival
Baby recognize G when it's in her eye, yo
Boss up nigga, this is what she ride fo'
Nigga fooling in that 2-0 Tahoe
Sunroof half open and my eyes halfway closed
It's a movie 'round here baby, might see somebody famous
Niggas getting change but we won't let it change us
Jet Life the campaign, can't stop the reign
Had to put the top up on the Vanquish
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Bright lights, big city
Big cars, you and me
So baby you can roll with me
I'll show you how it's supposed to be
[Curren$y:]
I'm slanging raps off my iPad
Thinking back when High Times was a dime bag
We was smoking good, but it was all bad
Now we ride in that burgundy with the tan rag
If you ain't heard of me
A nigga guessin that your internet services ain't working too good at ya'll pad
It's all good, I'll hand y'all a late pass
Bring you up to speed 'fore we get to moving too fast
Back when I maneuvered that Jag hard top coupe
I just knew I was cooler than these lil' dudes out doing it
I was just being patient, pimping, perfecting my groovy
Sitting in the jacuzzi, on that Bluray Scarface
Nigga thinking 'bout music, while I'm?
And my girl in the vanity mirror, wiping off Mac lip gloss
Finna roll up a doobie, sincerely yours truly
They can't do nothing with me, they can't do nothing to me
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Bright lights, big city
Big cars, you and me
So baby you can roll with me
I'll show you how it's supposed to be
Showroom lyrics - Curren$y
Checkered flag type shit
When the speedometer reads 70 miles per hour
A spoiler is deployed from the trunk
Less wind resistance, more power
You ain't sat in nothing like this once, nigga
Fresh from the pages of Car and Driver to the possession of high pilots
File it in my collection with the rest of my shit
Up-to-date bill sheets, documented mileage
Handbook in the console I know everything about it
Got your woman wet, she need goggles
See me on the set, I'm the picture of survival
Live in the flesh, dropping bombs on my rivals
We the mothafuckin' Jets, you just mothafuckin' clown shoes
Borrowing ya big homie jewelry shooting virals
Never wheeling them cars, just standing by 'em
Not really knowing them broads, just standing by 'em
No first class tickets, you just buy the stand-by ones
I'm adding dollars, you admiring
I'm Words with Friends whole time in-flight wireless
Email full of condo prices
Marble or granite, kitchen islands, home stylings
Got a mill out the deal, I'm still on the grind
Got ten more coming just give me some time
Putting it all together, got something in mind
Show 'em better than I can tell 'em, they gon' feel me
Show 'em better than I can tell 'em, they gon' feel me
Niggas I came up with changing up say they gon' kill me
If they ever catch me slipping, I don't give a fuck, sincerely
I know they just emotional, they love me, they fear me
They like my women, they see me steering, wish they was in it
Jealousy, just feeding 'em negative energy
I put my hands together praying for my friend-emies
Only let paper chasers dwell in this vicinity
Can't violate the Jet code without penalty
Even family get let go "Fredo, you killing me"
I work hard, bloggers thinking that it's ten of me
Dropping record after record like them bitches slippery
I like nice shit and I know how to get it
Hustle dumbass, it's not rocket science or Quantum Physics
Get on task fool, trap 'til a trillion
Wrote these raps in New Orleans and performed 'em in New Zealand
Word to Pusha T and that's legal drug dealing
My God, what a feeling
Italian engineering, Decepticon ceilings
Push button disappearing when the drizzle clearing
I'll probably be laid in the enclave, until then
Jet miss in the kitchen grilling up steaks
It'll smell like Ruth's Chris in a minute fool, you want a plate?
The hero unsung when I'm done they'll say I'm great
Got a mill out the deal, I'm still on the grind
Got ten more coming just give me some time
Putting it all together, got something in mind
Show 'em better than I can tell 'em, they gon' feel me
Capitol lyrics - Curren$y (feat. 2 Chainz)
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah (The Innovatorz)
It's a little brighter in here than usual
Gon' have to smoke a lil' extra
This Jet Life, don't scrub, you blot that
Flow rugs in the Porsche, I'm out front and got my top back
Label me a author, forefounder of lifestyle rap
Watching these niggas borrow game
Not acknowledging where they got that
Though I fall back, let 'em run with that
Consider those my rebel kids
Clashing with they father figure
When they know they wan' be just like him
Where might I have been without my pen
To scribble about what I done with 'em
Girls that I took home last night, Chevys I sat on top them rims
I'm good in front of that camera lens, weed smoke when my video spins
At her house, rolling up in her boy shorts, my mafia bitch
Plotting up, I'm counting up, going for it cause I go and get it
So you liable to see her with me, my pockets fat, my tires skinny
Loud pack, got a louder engine, 80 large, all Benjamins
Vacationing, two nights spending, I ain't tripping
Fool I know how to get that back, homie my triple O showed me that
Same thing showed my how to roll them Zags
And my reputation precedes me
They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D
Going hard, making it look easy
Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV
And my reputation precedes me
They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D
Going hard, making it look easy
Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it
I do it like I'm
[2 Chainz:]
2 Chainz! Yeah!
You know I do it like I'm doing it for do
Watch the shoes, ostrich, you know what time it is like two watches
My reputation, detonation on destination
I separated, elevated: get salutation
I'm seldom seen in forest green, foreign machine
Dirty South but the engine clean and that pussy clean
Criminal thing, a criminal mind
I got a pocket full of dead presidents, I'ma bring them alive
Riding shotgun, with that K on the side
Bitches that I'm done with, let 'em lay on the side
Clock on your mind, I'm ahead of your time
Hublot transform like Optimus Prime
Diamonds on, diamonds off, shawty ass kinda soft
Tattoos, lip gloss, pockets on Rick Ross, whoop!
I'm fantasizing a tantalizing experience
Bitches like photography, I just take a pick
[Curren$y:]
And my reputation precedes me
They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D
Going hard, making it look easy
Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV
And my reputation precedes me
They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D
Going hard, making it look easy
Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it
I do it like I'm
I'm up in this, 442 on them Budnik rims
Somewhat a pimp, all them gangsta bitches fuck with him
Bring duckets in, when records wasn't really bumping
They was in love with him, to see him balling is like drugs to them
Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in
Ain't concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him
They be seeking that foundation, stable niggas with paper
I'm all that, but I'm stingy, you ain't write nan' one of these raps
And love, I'm so serious, you might get high from hearin' it
Get stupid fly at any event, spray some Ozium in that vent
Bring them hoes and tell them shake that shit, send my jail niggas flicks
We live it, she love it, in the kitchen, in the oven mitt
It's Jet Life over e'ry bitch
And e'ry bitch ass nigga breaking they back tryna take care of them
We get high, we laugh at them
I swear ain't no comparin' them to no nigga in my area
This Jet Life, no play time, we cut them hoes, you carry them
And my reputation precedes me
They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D
Going hard, making it look easy
Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV
And my reputation precedes me
They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D
Going hard, making it look easy
Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it
I do it like I'm
Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in
Ain't concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him
Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in
She ain't concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him
They be seeking that foundation, stable niggas with paper
I'm all that, but I'm stingy, you ain't write nan' one of these raps
And love, I'm so serious, you might get high from hearin' it
Yeah
No Squares lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
[Curren$y:]
Battle axe rap swingin' like 84 elbows
On the H-Town slab Cadillac Eldo
Spokes pokin I should be the "weed
Don't stop me from workin" spokesperson cause I get it in
Stoned, active like a sober person runnin
Rather have my feet hurtin than my pockets
I chase that money down like it said somethin' bout my mama
I chase that money down like I think it took my wallet
I chase that money down like it key scratched my impala
I chase that money down pile it up and climb on top it
Trill nigga mountain at the summit countin' hunneds
You try and take me from it you gone plummet to the bottom
If there was a winning contest then I did won it, done it
Bossed up playa don't do much but kick it I'm a punter
No pun intended I'm a stunner
Brung the Lamb to the motor cross ramp like fuck it
I'm 'a jump it, officer love muffin
It should be a crime how you lockin' down that bitch
But the girl mine
Said she wouldn't do it again for the third time
Figured you realize at some point that the girl lyin'
Either you blind or you don't mind
Either way I'd never hustle with yo kind
Cause we'd never get no bread, you too scared
Pimpin this the 3rd installment, what you sayin
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
Ain't been like none of them niggas as far as I can remember
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
They was payin them bitches, I was payin attention
[Spitta:]
I do it for myself, not for them bitches
They just included with this good living
I'm paid for making music with my niggas
Been doing this and never even showed by who or his, now who the shit?
Jet Life, started the reeforlution
Cain't call it, I'm just doing what my old heads was doing
And I'm privileged to have seen them start movements
Behaving in the wild fashion, acting unruly
OG, so it take a double O to school me
That [?] somethings still a [?] might put them on some game, truly dog
In the fast lane cruising, go around me
I'm riding to my music, slowing down to some Sade on the doubie
Overtaking your position and it won't be much to me
Took your championship cup and I filled it with a smoothie
With my feet kicked up, take my picture
If looks could kill, your family would sue me
I'm that nigga
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
Ain't been like none of them niggas as far as I can remember
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
They was payin them bitches, I was payin attention
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm rolling up an insane amount of smoke
Diamonds all up in the chain around my throat
Telling me that I should change, it's all I know
I live the dream of private planes and piles of dough
Tatted on my face 'cause that's what I believe in
Make sure they know it's TGOD when they see me
We was broke but know we getting used to bread
Versace on and watching my medusa heads
You niggas looking hungry, you could use some bread
You niggas need security, you could use a craig
My young niggas slanging where them users is
I'm from Pistolvania where them shooters is
Dressing like a hippy, drinking gin straight
Heard they money funny, bitch I been straight
Hundred for them bottles, spending 10 straight
Me and Spitta got the template
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
Ain't been like none of them niggas as far as I can remember
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
They was payin them bitches, I was payin attention
Sunroof lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Corner Boy P)
[Curren$y:]
Money in my bank account, money in my denim
Money on these bitches' brains, they be tryna get it
Tryna run my pockets but I'm not tryna hear it
That's mine baby - what is you deaf, blind, crazy?
That ain't my Mercedes, that's my homeboy Benz
That's too new for me, I'm so vintage loaf
Cuban link, yellow gold, bought a British automobile
Cause I watch Layer Cake too many times
And I had access to too much of that scrilla, ma
Let me ride, these hoes got me feeling like Dre
Chronic high, these blades got me feeling like UGK, coming down
Middle finger out the sunroof, fuck a hater
That's a message, when a nigga ride through, I'm 'bout my paper
These hoes got a nigga all confused, think I'm 'a save 'em
They say that I'm them other dudes, got me mistaken
It's a whole 'nother world 'round here, a hundred baby
These niggas stacking change but these niggas ain't changing
It's a whole 'nother world 'round here, this shit amazing
The word spreading fast and these bitches say I made it
[Corner Boy P:]
And nigga I'm still lane switching and pimpin
I'll save a half a dub before I save her
And that's 'til I die, I be as G as can be
Tell my mama when I go, bury me in a mink
My bitch say I need to change my ways and be more honest
I tell her ain't nothing change but the change and your spot ain't promised
All these bitches at my neck, I don't need an extra collar
And lames can stay in they lane, causing traffic jams and pile ups
So it's Jets up over every, and them plans land in dally
Three phones, still can't reach me with that shit you tryna tell me
Cause I vow to keep it trill, only focus on my mills
I done blew niggas deals on wheels, ride past road kill
[Curren$y:]
Middle finger out the sunroof, fuck a hater
That's a message, when a nigga ride through, I'm 'bout my paper
These hoes got a nigga all confused, think I'm 'a save 'em
They say that I'm them other dudes, got me mistaken
It's a whole 'nother world 'round here, a hundred baby
These niggas stacking change but these niggas ain't changing
It's a whole 'nother world 'round here, this shit amazing
The word spreading fast and these bitches say I made it
I'm riding on elbows, money green El Do
Rado I'm moving with 7 grams in my shell toes
Thinking 'bout pinky rings, might snatch me a pair of those
Pressed against my steering wheel, shining like a phantom grill
Didn't switch because I picked them chips up, I stayed real
Short bed Chevy pickup on off set 3 piece wheels
Muscle car maniac, wherever the bank be at
We thinking 'bout taking that president masses potato sacks
I'm puffing that danger pack, counting a paper stack
Laying up in Palm Springs, working on my golf swing
Smoked out, flying over the gulf, in a Gulf Stream
Indulging in delicacies, Jet Life is a legacy
Yea
Middle finger out the sunroof, fuck a hater
That's a message, when a nigga ride through, I'm 'bout my paper
These hoes got a nigga all confused, think I'm 'a save 'em
They say that I'm them other dudes, got me mistaken
It's a whole 'nother world 'round here, a hundred baby
These niggas stacking change but these niggas ain't changing
It's a whole 'nother world 'round here, this shit amazing
The word spreading fast and these bitches say I made it
Chasin' Paper lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Pharrell)
[Curren$y:]
I know what it's like
To want it all, I was born to ball
Making Lamborghini engine sounds pedaling my bike
Lusted at luxury life since a tyke
Switches on a Monte Carlo turn a car into a trike
These images was burned in my mind
Chasing that paper like it stole something of mine
It did though, friends killed over small bills
I still go, hard spitting bars for them folk
Life so fragile
But the big bucks lay down the road less travelled
Cause they scared of the hazards
We living for the money, nigga we dying to have it
These hoes shaking asses doing lines
Popping valiums adding to a long list of bad habits
Niggas murdering, burglaring and kidnapping
Dashing and cashing all in the midst of the madness
[Pharrell:]
I know
I was there so I seen and I did what you up to
I know you're chasing the paper (my nigga)
I know that you're scared but it's there and the girls wanna fuck you
I know you're chasing that paper (you're chasing that paper)
[Curren$y:]
I know what that it is
All I wanted was some rims
I had a couple girls
But I knew if I had some chrome, I could multiply them hoes by ten
Materialistic, them bitches is kinda hypocritic though my nigga
Because we play the same games with 'em
Guilty of it fuck it though
I'm lane switching with no roof like a house when a tornado hit it
No kidding this world ain't Disney
These characters is after your pennies
Stack up can't go far with the dealings
Pimpin, back up, look at the whole picture and then see if it add up
I ain't no mathematician but I can count
On the jets fetching a very large amount
Racks on, racks on racks
Stretch marks on my account
I know how you feel I'm still feeling it now
[Pharrell:]
I know
I was there so I seen and I did what you up to
I know you're chasing the paper (my nigga)
I know that you're scared but it's there and the girls wanna fuck you
I know you're chasing that paper (you're chasing that paper)
[Curren$y:]
Eyes low but I'm still watching outsiders
Baby girl know that she rolling with a rida
Money on my mind yeah that shit is inside us
I'm up all night chasing paper (paper)
Eyes low but I'm still watching outsiders
Baby girl know that she rolling with a rida
Money on my mind yeah that shit is inside us
I'm up all night chasing paper (paper)
[Pharrell:]
I know
I was there so I seen and I did what you up to
I know you're chasing the paper (my nigga)
I know that you're scared but it's there and the girls wanna fuck you
I know you're chasing that paper (you're chasing that paper)
That's The Thing lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Estelle)
[Estelle:]
I keep on comin' back oh back to you
Baby uh
I keep on comin' back
[Curren$y:]
From day one they down to ride
Every second since then, they're by my side
Broken hearted from the lies, often she cried
But holdin' on to love for dear life
Before everything was good, we had a greater time
But fall out over something, a few months down the line
See clearly love is blind cause we can't see a way out this
Nor reach a compromise, honestly I'm not tryin'
Cause I wanna be with you but they callin' me outside
And I'm like How can a man choose? I wish you'd understand
That them others ones ain't you, I really just be playin'
Might smash up and be through, but my heart's still in your hand
And I promise that's the truth and I hear what you be sayin'
And I feel your point of view
But somewhere I forget that shit, get caught up in the loot
Late night speedin' them coupes
I respect it if you left me but I'm glad you never do
[Estelle:]
See here's the thing
I won't sit here broken hearted
Boy, we gon get back where we started
'Cause I won't need you, no
I gained too much to lose
I've already bothered you
And there's nothing left but just us two
You're everything (You're everything)
See that's the thing (See that's the thing)
Yea, that's the thing
[Curren$y:]
And I don't fall asleep next to none of them hoes
No matter what's poppin' I be sure to make it home
There's no excuse for wilin', I'm just makin' sure it's known
But I'm actually not doin' half of what I could be doin'
I'm slowin' down, tryna make improvements
Thinkin' 'bout the future and shit that one cohesive unit
Raise a little princess, a junior
Soon as I make enough with this music
This dream got my attention love be patient as I pursue it
It'll benefit the both us if you'd just sit through it
When it's all said and done we would have built a thing of beauty
And sail into the setting sun, but I already know
That you done heard this like a thousand times before
And I done said it like million times more
But I've been sincere, I see us winnin' and we almost there
[Estelle:]
See here's the thing
I won't sit here broken hearted
Boy, we gon get back where we started
'Cause I won't need you, no
I gained too much to lose
I've already bothered you
And there's nothing left but just us two
You're everything (You're everything)
See that's the thing (See that's the thing)
Yea, that's the thing
You wanna go with me and we connect
Now we're supposed to be
I'm all yours, all yours, all day
And I could fix
I'm gonna walk you out
Cause I proved out
So I tough it out
So I'm all yours, all yours, all day
See here's the thing
I won't sit here broken hearted
Boy, we gon get back where we started
'Cause I won't need you, no
I gained too much to lose
I've already bothered you
And there's nothing left but just us two
You're everything (You're everything)
See that's the thing (See that's the thing)
Yea, that's the thing
I said I love you
That's the thing
I won't allow you
See that's the thing
You know I love you
See that's the thing
Chandelier lyrics - Curren$y
Out here there are no stars
Out here we are stoned
Chandeliers in the ceiling
Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a
Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion
Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women
But still he tried
Chandeliers in the ceiling, remind her of the time
That she was ridin' with me, I'm always on her mind
But I be on my mission she smile and she cry
Any time she see him
Shorty had her own money
Everytime she came through she brung it
Didn't want nothing from me, but for me to kick it
Play the cut, be the make-believe husband
Couldn't stomach the fact that I was always running
In and out out of them streets, in and out them freaks
And I didn't hide nothing, from her I was a hundred
That's why she couldn't leave, I kept it way too G
Her family in her ear, advising her that she should be
With a doctor, a lawyer, someone with a degree
But she wanted no pointers, was happiest with me
Nightlife cruising something in a spoiler with two seats
Making real jet movements, this lifestyle wild, these hoes attached to it
I fucked up, she say fuck me and then she really do it
Living this life is foolish, so I rather let you slide
Even though I hate to do it
Real life situations....out here there are no stars
Chandeliers in the ceiling
Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a
Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion
Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women
But still he tried
From the pages of the fashion magazine
To Twitter, to plane tickets to get her here with me
Lying to them other guys, but keeping it sincere with me
At least that's what she wish that I believe
Boomerang style, right outta the silver screen
Same player ways as mine, dog attitude with a feline
Simple real nigga made a bee line, hard to shine like he shine
But when I was off on the grind, laid with lesser niggas in the meantime
Double standard rules apply
You can't do what a man do
He don't look good in the streets' eyes
And they watchin' the people, lookin' for signs of weakness
Makin' moves with a floozy, you'll be lookin' like a sizzimp
And the vultures out to eat them, and I can't be in that number
So it's on the late night fuck news, can't be seen in the public
By then she always fussin, and I ain't got the time
So I have to let her slide, she think about me when she high
Real life situations...just got those from looking through my phone
Chandeliers in the ceiling
Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a
Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion
Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women
But still he tried
Chandeliers in the ceiling
Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a
Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion
Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women
But still he tried
Fast Cars Faster Women lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Daz Dillinger)
[Curren$y:]
Lately I been, thinking 'bout GT3's
Chrome rims, South Beach in the middle of the street
Not parked ain't trippin' I'll accept them lil' penalties when I get 'em
If the papers wasn't so thick, I probably roll the joint in the middle of 'em
Fool ain't know Spitta just inclined to go and get it
We all like the new Benz, I just got mine a lil' bit quicker
A glimpse into this Jet living as fast cars faster women
I would've been mega-pimping, I ain't have the time to put in it
Though I still mack official minus the stripes and the whistle
That's cold game deliver Direct TV Sunday ticket
Suckas can't be down so they just be mad with us
We don't drink or smoke our hash with them ass kissers
You gotta be your own man 'fore I ever call you mister
They gon' have to call me billionaire Jet this year
Still on my hustle, bitches still love him
Big block Chevy motor running, you can hear him coming
Yea focused on money, keep them numbers doubling
If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing
Still on my hustle, bitches still love him
Big block Chevy motor running, you can hear him coming
Yea focused on money, keep them numbers doubling
If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing
[Daz Dillinger:]
I begin my day off with a half ounce
Clocked in on that cash route, bust you in yo' damn mouth
Million pounds of vegetation, semi-auto registration
Built millions off being patient, clutch in, no hesitation
I roll by, I shake the ground with my presence
Bitches scream my name, you tell yo' nigga yea I said it
Run and tell a message, motherfuckas keep up gossip
You see more money more problems, you tell me how a nigga solve 'em
(See I can't call it, I stay balling, never falling off
You still a pussy ass nigga if your heart is soft)
You pay the cost, point seen, money lost, taking off
In that Jet Life, kill you quick and see you in the next life
See I'm forever paid, rollie, Gazelle shades
I got it made, cloud to smoke, you know a nigga dazed
(See that's the motto that I live by
Curren$y, you know that m-o-n-e-e-y)
[Curren$y:]
Still on my hustle, bitches still love him
Big block Chevy motor running, you can hear him coming
Yea focused on money, keep them numbers doubling
If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing
Still on my hustle, bitches still love him
Big block Chevy motor running, you can hear him coming
Yea focused on money, keep them numbers doubling
If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing
Jet Life lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Wiz Khalifa)
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Don't miss this jet ho
[Curren$y:]
Club couches, gold digging hoes hounding
Wishing to wake up in one of our houses
'Cause we got it, they want it, high end shopping on Rodeo
Bags, boxes being carried, they wishing we was married
Yacht party, I suggested she wear no socks with her Sperrys
Choppin vulgar and proper over vodka and cranberry
She wasn't offended, she was all the way with it
Said she rolling with me cause she know I'm going for the millions
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Don't miss this jet ho
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Let's go, hold it in and don't let go
Diamonds frozen up, pockets swollen up
I been rolling up since I was old enough
Niggas wanna talk about us, nigga, what about timing?
Niggas wanna talk about luck, nigga, what about grinding?
I'm baking wherever I want
I'm paid so my trunk in the front
Make in a day what you make in a month
Got a lot of cash so a nigga gon' stunt
Spend it on grass, Spitta rolling one up
Yeah we live fast but the main thing is trust
TGOD, keep gin in a cup
Get in where you fit in, I'm winning
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Don't miss this jet ho
[Curren$y:]
Twisting up sour, living in a tower
In a double S Impala, horse power
Girls follow, recognize and seek guidance on counting dollars
High on top a money mountain, never coming down it
Looking for a G, capital, well you found it
Green back stacks, overseas his accounts is
She know all about it, mama ain't stupid
She know this her time and, she's about to choose him
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Don't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho
Talking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life
Don't miss this jet ho
[Curren$y:]
Bitches who tryna move up be quick to choose us
Wanna run with us, well you gotta lose them losers
Bitches who tryna move up be quick to choose us
Wanna run with us, first you gotta lose them losers
Audio Dope III lyrics - Curren$y
What car chases are made of
Get high, give motherfuckers what they came for
On-sight appraisal
You ain't worth shit streaks on newspaper
Square, fruity ass nigga, you a Now and Later
Can't do me shit, you just like to say it, huh?
Harmless, water balloon bomb threats
My reign supreme, I got your main bitch wet
Step the fuck off, homeboy, you lost it
See fathers be sons by my bossness
Jet life, front office
Hand orders down to my sergeant, motherfucker, we the army
Better yet, the navy, air force assault team
Game to be sold, holla at me for consulting
Success resulting from whatever I invest myself in
I come up like gull wings
From this high up, your big plans look like small things
Could you please land my plane in New Orleans?
I got the ref in my crib cause I'm balling
My bitch cook every night but I rap like I'm starving
Effortless progression
Like that moving sidewalk thing in the airport
Motherfuck that, teleport, he was last in the park scene
In a pair of Polo chinos and some white gold rosary beads
Feeding pigeons bread crust and saltines
Laying low, highly enlightened, though
Pinning these quotes
Audio dope
Steady giving these suckas rope
Audio dope
Steady giving real people hope
Audio dope
One More Time lyrics - Curren$y
Stones, stoned
Immaculate
Stoned
Jet life, jet life, jet life
Lo sweaters & better, bitch bring it on
Stacked enough cheddar to change the weather love, where we goin'?
Land into them coupes with the fine leather, 6 figure gas pedals
I got these broads under pressure, cause they been knowin'
See that nigga there? Year after year he top scorin'
How you want it? Them leers or them 7-87 boeings?
Wutchu doin'? Them roadsters tourin' editions with the tops on 'em
One thing's fo' sho, them J.L.R. boys be quick to drop on 'em
No hot soup for em', without warnin'
Either a nigga hella high, touchin' the clouds or the sky fallin'
I do this for my league money niggas and my home boys who not ballin'
Trill bitches know that I keep me a fifty tucked in my sock for em'
Roll up, hot box the Caprice out, make the block fog
Let 'em out, get back on my paper route, stack house
Keep that shit bumpin' like a drive-through crack house
Rap hustlin' she wait for em', to come inside, so I could smash out
Love, roll the weed up, let your head down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more, turn
Wait, turn around one more, turn
Let your head down, shut the blinds
Wait, turn around one more, turn
Put your head down, shut the blinds
Couple years ago one, turn around
Put your head down, shut the blinds
Couple years ago wait, turn around, one more time
Wait up, let your head down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time
Roll the weed up, let your hair down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time
Love
Roll the weed up, let your hair down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time
Love
Jet life, jet life
Love
Jet life, jet life
Love
Shut the blinds
One more time
J.L.R. lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Smoke DZA)
'Fore I left up my house
I kill it while I'm on the
Ehm, life
Fuck are you takin' me for?
One of you sucker niggas who forget the set when he blow
Thou shalt not rest until I make my whole fam rich
[Curren$y:]
Uh, my shift on the flo
My top in the trunk homie, my phone in the dunk
Finishin' up a jurnt, had it almost rolled
'Fore I left out my house, I kill it while I'm on the road
On the way to your girl house, you don't know that's mine
Smashed out at my homie crib, as far as it goes
Snatch the shower, change clothes, back to the same old
Triple OG Gang, the furry kangol
Keeping everything the same, word to what I drove
Double S Impala bubble on the stock chromes
Opportunity came knockin' but I wasn't home
I was at opportunity house, takin' the valuables out
Like fuck that, we want it now
This is jet life, my niggas is buying stocks
Like fuck that, we want it now
This is jet life, my god sons want drops
The fuck you thought this was dawg?
We them illest motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
J.L.R
Like the fuck you thought this was dawg?
We them endless motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
J.L.R
[Young Roddy:]
J.L.R
Aye what they thought this was dawg?
We them illest motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
Nigga I'm bound to make it
I told 'em hoes I was gonna be ballin'
Like the shot off that glass, uh I caused it
They talkin' 'bout all my camp, nigga beg your pardon
I ain't never had no foreign whip but I had a foreign bitch
Chasin' juvenile like in the trip
And we all don't get no chance like this
So I'm goin' in, I'll try my best to dodge them pigs
Tried my best to dodge that pig
If I could I'd do it again
Money racks they spend, I do it big
Check my paw prints, got the skills to pay my rent
Got enough game to take your bitch, girl be fuckin' me big
My jersey numba and my main bitch
Be a 10, that's some playa shit
But where we from only strong win, and that's J.L.R
Yea yea yea
The fuck you thought this was dawg?
We them illest motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
J.L.R
Like the fuck you thought this was dawg?
We them endless motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
J.L.R
[Smoke DZA:]
Rrriiight, the fuck you thought this was dawg
We them illest motherfuckers after all
Have this whole world changed by tomorrow
I'll be the young high fellow, fly mellow
Straight from the ghetto, illest nigga out the triborough
And I'm the newest member of the jet life team
And I'm 'a bring my nigga Phelps mad more cream
Lo galore, kill these niggas looks fo' sha
Bout to takem em back where thirstin took 'em before
Ah, Kushed god, hear my scriptures
Know you see me in the Mag posing like Tazz in my picture
Rugby's on the bed, rugby's on the wall, rugby's on the floor
Mirror, mirror, still the freshest of them all
I feel you bro, now them bitches think I'm ballin'
So they be actin' differently when I be up in Harlem
The fuck you thought this was dawg?
We them illest motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
J.L.R
Like the fuck you thought this was dawg?
We them endless motherfuckers after all
We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
J.L.R
Lost In The Bossness lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)
[Curren$y:]
Uh, circle of bosses, bear skin rug
My magic carpet, broads dissapear off
Tits thighs so soft, ain't nah nigga touch
Unless he accepting the charges, 'cept for ya mans
From New Orleans, them broads is smart enough to know
That he a pro, and for G he never falling
So fuck 'em for a good time, then fall the fuck off for he push you off
Because he on his grind, rollie never set for quality time
Grown-ass women, and little girl games
Thinking that rap is all the same
Think a fat ass gone buy her house
And it probably will from one of these lames
Sex for checks is the name of they game
But with the Jets, you don't go that route
They get lost in the bossness
And all turned aroud, they get lost in the bossness
If they can't swim the drown, they get lost in the bossness
What you bitches gon do now, they get lost in the bossness
Can't go back to fucking with them clowns, because you lost in the
[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Blazing 50's, so back like out the T tops and vibe with me
Of course with me, some broads and a ounce of this new sticky
The whip cloudy, my clothes crispy
Ridien through the city getting high with my pretty bittie
My game to much for her really, I got her hook on she silly
I'm high, focused on millies, she high, focused and willing
To do anything I tell her, she does it because I'm winning
No simping, alive and high, up and living
[Curren$y:]
Grown-ass women, and little girl games
Thinking that rap is all the same
Think a fat ass gone buy her house
And it probably will from one of these lames
Sex for checks is the name of they game
But with the Jets, you don't go that route
They get lost in the bossness
And all turned aroud, they get lost in the bossness
If they can't swim the drown, they get lost in the bossness
What you bitches gon do now, they get lost in the bossness
Can't go back to fucking with them clowns, because you lost in the
[Young Roddy:]
A good girl gone bad, I seen it all before
What's worse is that I might be the blame for it though
Shut your mouth that ain't the normal knock at that door
Might be them folks, you betta learn quickly how we roll, case closed
Add more to my bank roll, she know how this game go
Its cold so we smoke it by the O, you try to keep up not even close
Girl my countin never fold, fuck you take me for
This one of the trillest shit I ever wrote, Jet Life, Jets Go
[Curren$y:]
Grown-ass women, and little girl games
Thinking that rap is all the same
Think a fat ass gone buy her house
And it probably will from one of these lames
Sex for checks is the name of they game
But with the Jets, you don't go that route
They get lost in the bossness
And all turned aroud, they get lost in the bossness
If they can't swim the drown, they get lost in the bossness
What you bitches gon do now, they get lost in the bossness
Can't go back to fucking with them clowns, because you lost in the
Off Dat lyrics - Curren$y
I'm high and my home girl tryna kick it
Like two ninjas getting new slippers on Christmas
In a craddle of wrapping paper I was born gifted
A grounded person though a nigga all kind lifted
I'm on the road I done seen all kinda bitches, when I come home
My girl acting all kinda suspicious, but won't leave me 'lone
All she want is a little attention, is that so wrong?
So I said I be back in a minute but she know I won't
I'm partially caught up in the game
My name constantly being brought up, they throwin slangs
These hoes putting me under the scope, that's aim
I know I reverse that, she going in her purse church mane
I'm throwback I take it where it was at first mane
That live nigga rap, Wings on that B
I'm sitting in the back, I got your bitch mine
Her head in my lap, I'm twisting up that lime
My chain way heavy, my weed way smelly
Wood wheels in my Chevy, ain't shit that you can tell me
I'm counting up my fetti, I'm ignoring my celly
Them hoes all on me, but I'm off that already now
We can take it back to Air Max 95, if you wan start acting like you live
Jive asses was never outside, I seen it first hand
Minimal dirt on my fingers was the game plan
Now it's ten thousand dollar bank bands, Jet Life it pays man
Underground rap, put a big house on top that land
They said I wouldn't do it now they understand that I had already done it
Coulda been a super radio smash, but I didn't want it
I rather play the cut stay 100, papered up in a opera house
Sneaking bong hits until they put us out
My chain way heavy, my weed way smelly
Wood wheels in my Chevy, ain't shit that you can tell me
I'm counting up my fetti, I'm ignoring my celly
Them hoes all on me, but I'm off that already now
Legal Crack lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
[Curren$y:]
OG Daytons not them Eagle wires
Can't be compared to them Fisher-Price riders
Blowing Indo smoke in the face of outsiders
I remember being broke, I did not like it
Now we all on top, this shit lopsided
In the presence of G's, baby can't hide it
She finna cheat, it's already been decided
Before even our eyes met she was familiar with my concepts
We were each other's conquest, or so I guessed
I get dressed and back on my business
Discussing Jets on those, in my chilling clothes
But in my grind mode, really though
Making my rounds, riding my 'Lac
Checking my traps, counting my cheese
Ducking these rats, watching my back
Fuck the police, after my scratch
Got it from rap, would you believe this legal crack?
We ain't never gon' die, holmes
Too mothafuckin' live for 'em
Rap task force, got eyes on 'em
Only thing catching cases is my iPhone
See my eyes low, it's safe to say I'm stoned
Reefer through your speakers any song that I'm on
Riding Caddy Biarritz, my bitch know daddy the shit
I get it, stash it, and spin it, light up and do it again
Making my rounds, riding my 'Lac
Checking my traps, counting my cheese
Ducking these rats, watching my back
Fuck the police, after my scratch
Got it from rap, would you believe this legal crack?
[Fiend:]
Yeah, legal doses of cooked up coke up out my notebook
Before that chronic tree you slung that dope or you made that coke cook
Soft or hard, white or tan, smoke the green
Cornbread right out the pan, Jet Life stamp so you know you're paying
It's 22 thou, gotta count it again?
From the city where they yelling like (Fuck police!)
No man's safe on no-man's-street
Them boys been crazy they don't smoke no geeks
It's Jones baby better get your freaks
Five hundred horses, mind drifting on Porsche shit
Pound your Z, five hundred-thousand, that's gorgeous
Married to the game so why would I ever divorce it?
Hoops and in-n-out combos, contraband to my clientfolk
Ladies catch feelings and you know the rest of the motto
Aqua flow so underwater, Loius Vouitton goggles
I drop it up and drive, time to thug light my hydro
Making my rounds, riding my 'Lac
Checking my traps, counting my cheese
Ducking these rats, watching my back
Fuck the police, after my scratch
Got it from rap, would you believe this legal crack?
Rule Book lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy)
[Styles P:]
I just wanna live like a Huxtable
Blow a lil' kush, a nigger is gettin' comfortable
It's only my niggas that I'm bumpin' to
Prolly be a nigga in a circle that I dump into
It's big money deals or the lil' ones
If you ain't talkin' no money, niggas'll pull a lil' gun
And leave yo ass dead for a lil' somethin
That's why I always make a killin' somethin
You can save the fuck boy feedback
I be in ya bitch like the weed bag
I'm always askin' where the g's at
100%, authentic, you can believe that
Used to live in the welfare motels
Now I say farewell leavin' the hotels
A nigga live up in the five star
Money go around like the button on a ipod
[Hook:]
Jetlife
Flyin' high with my niggas and you know we live the best life
Block life
Gettin' guap with my niggas, sittin' pretty at the stop lights
Jetlife
Sex drugs and rock and roll until we hit the next life
Block life
Pick a dealer, call the work, I betchu I'm a cop right
[Spitta:]
That paper ain't makin' me no different
Just making my collections a lil bigger
The architecture in my cribs a lil' iller
Than it is where you live, but I ain't downin' you my nigga
I'm just tellin' you to go and get it
Cause when I find it, I ain't hidin' it on no bitch shit
I can't do it for you man, but I can help you hustle if you strugglin'
Jet life, I'm accustomed
To them luxury things
What this rap money brings
Houses with the elevators, cars with the wings
Bitches on the quest for them rings
That allows them to possess, garnishments at yo checks
So I protect my neck
Movin' on to the next
Swingin' in and out of lanes in that grand sport vette
My mind on my cash, my foot is on the gas
Gettin' high, keepin' my profile low as my tires
Ridin'
[Hook x2]
Jekell n Hyde lyrics - Curren$y
[Styles P:]
Monsta Beatz. nigga
Ay
What you know about go getters and JET setters?
Gun holdin' niggas that'll see what the TEC gets us
Pizz-ound, bid-irds nigga, play the cid-urb
You can get rich or die like you deserve
Me? I'm in the sun flyin' nigga, trying to swiz-erve
Money off the work or the nouns or the viz-erbs
If you got fire kush nigga, light the hit-erb
Puff that, pass that
Bitch coming through with an egg in her asscrack
Numbers like NASDAQ
The house and the condo look abstract
Every time I hit a blunt, I get a flashback
I'm that nigga, that nigga am I
Tell your bitch suck a dick, me and Spitta is fly
Said I'd quit selling bricks, but no quitter am I
Yeah, I'm in there, nigga, or I'm out there, nigga
Shot shit, sold work, I got clout there nigga
Yeah
[Curren$y:]
Whole code mafioso
How we come through the door, mafioso flow
Fuckin' bitches counting dough, mafioso
How we roll sittin' low, mafioso flow
Jekell and Hyde
When checks on the line you better know
Jekell and Hyde
When checks on the line you better know
How we flow mafioso, come through the door mafioso flow
When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark
Smokin' good with my bitches on the hood of my car
Plannin' to take it all
How many of them jars you got, dawg?
I need a dispensary on empty street
Niggas don't know if they're fans or they're enemies
All I know for sure is your girl sure diggin' me
Roll whole code mafioso
Roll with my D-Block homies
In the drop Chevy box with the gold D's on it
Riding low, highed up, stuntin' on them hoes
Laughin', countin' dough
Jekell and Hyde, when checks on the line
Dawg, you better know
Them niggas say, "Get off of the set," then you better go
'For you can't leave no mo', at least on your own
Treacherous crescent I roam
Hi, honey, I'm home
On my balcony, with a tray of Beignets, and my bong
Whole code mafioso
How we come through the door, mafioso flow
Fuckin' bitches counting dough, mafioso
How we roll sittin' low, mafioso flow
Jekell and Hyde
When checks on the line you better know
Jekell and Hyde
When checks on the line you better know
How we flow mafioso, come through the door mafioso flow
Lean lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy feat. Fiend)
[Chorus x2: Styles P & Fiend]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
[Styles P:]
I'm on the lean off of ramulin and earwax
Mad high getting stuck on fairfax
Now let me hit you with the clear facts
Got a bunch of sons but I didn't go bareback
Ghost Bars, Dead verses, to get a nigga high is the meds purpose
To bring a nigga down is the feds purpose
Like my insides white, but let me get a red surface
White walls, caddy flow
That boy so G that even ya mom and daddy know
Ghost be getting high on the patio
Hit you with the [?] tho right where you tatted tho
I'm buggin out, nah you buggin out
Them niggas on the lean so they went and pulled the bubbie out
It's a lot of blue shit and it's real bloody out
And it's real pretty but I bet it get real ugly out, yeah
[Chorus: x2]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
[Curren$y:]
Right when fools thought I was all music
Leaned on them flexed green on em and pinky ring on em
Never seen garments, Iceberg knits got Bart Simpson on em
Luxury sedans under car covers interior gravy, softer than butter
I got that from hard work, I got more coming
My fly, My style got your woman
My nigga Corner Boy P keep his cup muddy
I don't drink but I keep it in my fridge for him
Me I'm Champagne pouring
Pedal to the floor in something foreign vertical lifting door
Woke up this morning, and came up with a way
To settle the score on these ol' ho ass niggas
Run up the store, roll up the smoke stand on the throat on these ol' ho ass niggas
I be so mad with em, but I ain't stressing I'm chillin
Living off the land, leaning like a kick stand, yeah
[Chorus: x4]
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt
I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
Go lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Daz)
The Ghost
Curren$y
Daz (Daz, Daz, Daz)
Get money (Get money)
Money over bitches (Bitches, bitches)
Get money (Get money)
Get money (Get money)
Get money (Get money)
Styles P (Styles P)
[Styles P:]
They say money can buy friendship
I get high and just listen to Jimi Hendrix
I kill you and your henchmen
Shot from your head to your fuckin' appendix
I know it's money over friendship
Brothers over money or everything is senseless
I do it for my niggas sentence
Left me speechless, couldn't say a sentence
Niggas relentless 'cause they rent-less
Still gonna move that weight, like the bench press
Catch me in N-O quarters, yeah, the French shit
That's where the hotel's at, I'm in the ward though
Catch me in the New York streets, I'm like the lord though
Not Christ like
Nigga trife like
I get'chu merc'd on the right night
Where your money at, what the dice like?
[Daz Dillinger:]
Don't you know?
It's money over bitches every time
I'ma get it, I'ma fill it
I'm gonna go, go, go!
Ay, I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' on that bomb ass shit
And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow!
If you ain't 'bout the money you better get it
On your marks, get set, better go, go, go!
And, yo, it's money over bitches every time
And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough
[Curren$y:]
Rolled up
Hopped out
Had something rolled up that I brung from my house
Where the best shit at? That reserve stock
Not for everybody, don't even pass it 'round
My eyes low, motherfucker, I know
Go stand somewhere over there, hoe!
All of that talkin', bitch I'm sparkin'
This OG have a nigga higher than a hawk in here
VIP couch, no, I don't wanna walk no where
Smoke signals, anywhere I went to
Real nigga smoke a whole pound in your venue
5-star restaurant, wreck the whole menu
New shit that my mans just sent through
Tranquilizer dank like the sandman hit you
Unravelin' your whole mental
Spitta make it right like a pencil
[Daz Dillinger:]
Don't you know?
It's money over bitches every time
I'ma get it, I'ma fill it
I'm gonna go, go, go!
Ay, I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' on that bomb ass shit
And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow!
If you ain't 'bout the money you better get it
On your marks, get set, better go, go, go!
And, yo, it's money over bitches every time
And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough
To the finish line
Gettin' this money, nigga, it's like a marathon
Money you protect, nigga, it's where you get buried on
Every day it go down
Nigga, the chopper like a mother fuckin' merry-go-round
Spin you backwards, screamin'
The gat'll flip you around
Stiff your ass on a mattress
Beats when I attack this
Comin' with the spirit that a ghost say
Who them niggas that they lovin' they hatin' they lovin' most
Notorious, explain the history of this
Money makin' is ours for the takin'
Bullseye, no mistaken
Audi like five G's, I'll Flava Flav you
[?] is a fucked up behavior
Savior
Comin' to redeem, shatter your dreams
With a scene of miss reality, scoop you out with the beam
I'll lay you flat out
They says that's what them crazy niggas is all about, no doubt
Don't you know?
It's money over bitches every time
I'ma get it, I'ma fill it
I'm gonna go, go, go!
Ay, I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' on that bomb ass shit
And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow!
If you ain't 'bout the money you better get it
On your marks, get set, better go, go, go!
And, yo, it's money over bitches every time
And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough
Billions lyrics - Styles P (with Currensy feat. Deelow)
[Curren$y:]
Uh billions in the bank account, all I thank about
I get it in there before they take me out
Niggas mumbling, the fuck is they talking bout?
Who had the illest cars in the parking lot?
Bottles popped birds flock tho why not
We the last live niggas left, money power respect
Keys to the jet, Jordan number 5 in my bathing ape sweats
Bulls 91 shoot around shirt, Mitchell and Ness
Bitch says call her cinnamon, I just say, say bitch
And she gettin in that, yes!
Squares get tangled in the game like a net
She will be going in her purse next
Hard on em cause I don't ever let em rest
Either get paid or, outta my way
Bet!
[Deelow:]
Billions and billions
We stackin
Billions and billions [x3]
[Styles P:]
I'm thinking of the billions and shit
Mad high off the weed Daz Dillinger lit
Every crime story I'm the villain in it
Ride around with dirty niggas that-ll deal in the whip
Work in the box
With something that-ll get a nigga murked in the box
And some purp in the box
Yeah you take the bub but you don't burp it alot
Fuck around with dirty niggas that-ll worship the glock
I'm dollar bill green and weed green
I ain't green with envy cause that ain't no g theme
You damn right I'm a G boy!
B boy
D boy
Body for the decoy
Everything I touch gone glow Bruce Leeroy
Creeping through the hood in the coupe like I'm peenoid
Mom cleared bubble like a [?]
Old school nigga throw a key on a ski-sort
[Deelow:]
Billions and billions
We stackin
Billions and billions [x3]
Soundbombin' lyrics - Curren$y
Tell the driver to pull my truck up
Me and this L.A. woman stumblin' out the club fucked up
The Jets my set I so love us
Call home to my bitch, I'll come back after I come up
If you got my back mama dont front
If my racks pop a collar, I'll fly you out in a month
Droppin' tops, bottle's pop
Planes still taxiin', Tarmac mackin'
Strawberry diesel rattin' on itself
From my carryon bag if you'd like to take a smell
Camouflage cargos, tube socks and gray Chucks
High all the time the OGs tell me to stay up
Being real is a pay cut, or so it was
Dipped that chronic light, gray purple L, crystal fuzz
Talkin' out her head, its obvious that Crystal's buzz
Clipped her out the rotation, no more weed for her
Snap out of it, coach you on how to ball
Spitta-time-ginavitch, where the wild things?
Muscle cars and where the marijuana is
To be half as fine as him is an accomplishment
N.O. Shit lyrics - Curren$y
It's not what you know, it's what you can prove
And I can so prove, that I'm better than you
Sweater, neck crew
Fuck your dress code, let the Jets through
Smelling like, medical
See it my way, life from a better view, loser
Living life, not making moves - vegetable
Might as well be dead
Redline in the old school
Classy, call that museum riding
Yeah, fuck you thought
I fell off? Nah, I fell back
Countach, put the doors up
Call the weed man and a couple hoes up
Shooting pool
Thinking 'bout when pops used to bring me to the barber shop
That was cool
Bumping smokey, '84 Grand National rolling
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
Jacked The Caribbean Queen from Billy Ocean
Bring her back before the nigga even notice
Smooth sails
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea
Smooth sails
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
Frosty lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, cut the beat on
The coolest nigga ever just walked in the room
Cut the heat on
Minutes after the car lot, remove factory socks
And put brand new sneaks on
Casper on these fools, Floating
I'm talking about the Caspian Sea, holmes
Casting lines
While penning vicious one's at the same time
Visuals, But you can hear 'em though, Yea
Spit shit you would think unimaginable
Then make it tangible
Travel mo', to it is a grab and go
Hustle hard homeboy, my family know
Rarely seen
They know I'm married to my dream
So in love with that green
That my bitch every day threatens to leave
The only thing that's left for me
Is to suggest that she do as she please
Cause on the nights that it's really cold
I know that money gonna hold me, yea
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