Grew Up In This lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Young Roddy)

[Curren$y:]

Life a movie, who directing yo shit?

That's low budget, mine's a Tarantino flick

Blockbuster, I do my own stunts in this bitch

Shout out to Stunna, New Orleans niggas up in this shit

No fronting, all my niggas really with it

Fool frontline hustling, rapping got me on the tube

My homies been on TV for that other shit

News at six, nigga, grizzly discovery

Body seen floating let the dive team recover it

They can't release his name 'til they notify the family

While the killer getting dressed for the club like ain't nothing happened

I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit

You too pussy to fuck with this shit

But I'm in love with this shit

I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit

You too pussy to fuck with this shit

But I'm in love with this shit

I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit

You too pussy to fuck with this shit

But I'm in love with this shit

[Young Roddy:]

Aye, fuck a bitch, I'd rather keep a burner by my side

I'm from the south side, that's just how we ride

My man got shot, that shit slowed him down

My nigga even turned Muslim, now he pray to Allah

My nigga don't eat no pork but still smoke that pine

So every time he see me he like, light that fire

And meanwhile I'm tryna get us off this hot ass block

We just two peas in a pod trying to get a peace of mind

Bang, bang, that's the shit I heard like all of the time

I'm talking every day, have fiends falling in line

Today could be my last day but that's all part of the grind

But that ain't part of my plan, I plan to stay on my job

I had to get it since I wasn't born with it

I see the big pic, I'm thinking long-term nigga

But they had drugs in that bitch, I grew up on that shit

Guess I'm made for that shit, I got paid off that shit

[Curren$y:]

I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit

You too pussy to fuck with this shit

But I'm in love with this shit

I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit

You too pussy to fuck with this shit

But I'm in love with this shit

I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit

You too pussy to fuck with this shit

But I'm in love with this shit

[Freddie Gibbs:]

Uh, yeah, yeah

I drive every car that you dream about

Hit every bitch that you wishing for, leave her leaking out

Fresh out of that place like they scared to see what they read about

It ain't no sleep on Virginia Street when them geekers outside

Sidewalk serving the walking dead

Gotta meet me up the block cause my momma stay on my head

Telling me to go get a job but I'm chopping the rock instead

If I make it up to the top, will I pop and jump off the ledge?

Confessions of Gangsta Gibbs, nigga, thug life

I'd trade this shit for wife and kids, nigga

Real nigga, fuck surviving, I wanna live, nigga

Act a fool, I make him go night-night

And catch a flight to Chi, blow some dope with my nigga Mike Mike

Bitch, I'm stuck in this shit, a million dollars up in this bitch

I made my name stay in them cluckers and shit

And, yeah, the streets of Gary raised me, but the West Coast paid me

You pussy niggas get home safely

[Curren$y:]

I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit

You too pussy to fuck with this shit

But I'm in love with this shit

I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit

You too pussy to fuck with this shit

But I'm in love with this shit

I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit

You too pussy to fuck with this shit

But I'm in love with this shit

[The Godfather:]

[Michael Corleone:] They want to have a meeting with me, right? Let's set the meeting. Get our informants to find out where it's going to be held. They're going to search me when I first meet them, right? So I can't have a weapon on me then. But if Clemenza can figure a way to have a weapon planted there for me, then I'll kill them both

M.P.R. lyrics - Curren$y

Uh, smoother than Cochise jumper

They wouldn't have killed him, he'd a been that muthafucka

That's the struggle, run that money down, don't pull a muscle

Maintain speed or that stampede will take you under

You saw the flash 'fore you heard the thunder

That's yo ass in one crazy summer

You should've stayed, where the fuck you come from

All that venturing in this shit

Henchman, apprehension, this is serious

Authentic to distinction, that's how real it get

Clue these rookies in to who they dealing with

OG, you still on yo apprentice shit

Known for nonviolently killing shit

Push the button though they'll never lift a fingerprint

Off of it for evidence, forever rich

Through cleverness, flow heaven-sent

Though some rhymes devilish

Two sides to every coin

Whichever side you join when it's time to ride

Yo ho ass better be down for going

Never know who you 'round until the shit goes down

But I know I got some family in this bitch right now

So I can roll up and ride 'round

Let the money pile, smile

Niggas never coming down

Money: power, respect

One foot on yo neck

One foot on the bank

I'm headed to the check

(I'm trying to collect)

Money: power, respect

One foot on yo neck

One foot on the bank

I'm headed to the check

(I'm trying to collect)

Money: power, respect

One foot on yo neck

One foot on the bank

I'm headed to the check

(I'm trying to collect)

Money: power, respect

One foot on yo neck

One foot on the bank

I'm headed to the check

(I'm trying to collect)

Money: power, respect

One foot on yo neck

One foot on the bank

I'm headed to the check

(I'm trying to collect)

[The Godfather:]

[Kate:] You've made me think of what you once told me. In five years the Corleone family will be completely legitimate. That was seven years ago

[Michael:] I know, I'm trying

10 G's lyrics - Curren$y

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

Yeah, I'm back in this bitch

Though I never left

I just took a lil time, climb some trees by myself

Now I'm way up high, everything top-shelf

We ain't die last night, toast to good health

We was fly last night if I do say so myself

Had all eyes last night, them hoes ain't wanna miss the jet

Million dollars worth of Chevys, yeah bitch its da set

Andretti, they ain't ready, so I won't do it yet

Y'all can play for a couple of weeks

And I be back to destroyin' the streets

The homie Cardo keep sending me beats, and I smoke 'em

They think I'm selling drugs, nah, bitch, I'm just a dopeman

I woke up and I float from New Orleans to Oakland

The bro Cellski left the green door open

I'm in the Nova, that 383 stroking

Gas or that cash flow, that's what keep me going

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

Now I turn the corners, yo bitch watching my car

Got that weed burning, she wish she could hit the raw

Now she's lurking, cause she like what she saw

On Twitter and Instagram, searching the bar

'Til by chance we meet again, don't be sleeping in

On the outside, peeking in

On your tiptoes tryna see over our fence, ho

It's quite simple, see you was fishing for simps

We not them though, focus up, this game soak it up

She can't handle it, it's choking her, whoa

Open that door before she barf on my Monte Carlo floor

Sorry, no, we can't kick it no mo'

Must go back to the Gold rush, brush

Bust through, knock down all those who would oppose

Us getting dough, yo, let's all be millionaires

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

I can take ten Gs, and make twenty more ten Gs with that

El Camino lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mary Gold)

[Mary Gold:]

And we roll up in the El Camino

Cruising down south in the El Camino

Light one up in the El Camino

And we roll up in the El Camino

So as we riding by

So as we riding by

So as we riding by

[Curren$y:]

Uh, mama please, twist the trees

While I get dressed and look for car keys

Start to crank V8, 350 quickly in the breeze like piling

Got yo allergies wilding

Sneeze cause the nigga so cold when he roll

Forgiato, three-piece gold

Not everybody could do it, not everybody that's fluent

In that money talk, Spitta a killa

I should write these lyrics in crime scene chalk

Now take a walk on the side where the jets reside

Stay high, stay fly, always ready to ride

Ice cream paint job, smelling like weed on the inside

No question, Chevrolet my obsession

Every month I gotta get one, this check will cop my next one

Corvette selection, Monte Carlo collection

But that El Camino classic perfection

Bitches always looking in his direction

[Mary Gold:]

And we roll up in the El Camino

Cruising down south in the El Camino

Light one up in the El Camino

And we roll up in the El Camino

So as we riding by

So as we riding by

So as we riding by

Hi Top Whites lyrics - Curren$y

Day in the life

Woke up to what we didn't smoke last night

Got right, got high

I got hibachi leftovers, little steak fried rice

I got fresh and select what to drive up

Swear, it's like GTA 5 out

Swear, it's like NBA Live

Weather type, gorgeous outside

Ferrari horses galloping from the fortress

Now when you rolling, women notice and some approach us

Some of 'em hoes and shit, some of 'em worth it, some of 'em sorcerers

But nobody's perfect

H-Town, south swinging, shawty think I'm drunk swerving

Naw, love, I'm driving like this on purpose

Or just banging with my joint lit

Now she rolling with a boss cause she deserve it

I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites

I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites

Then I met a badass bitch in some hi top whites

Now I got a badass bitch in some hi top whites

I'm a motherfucking racecar

Nigga, you the motherfucking bait car

Don't even be on bad bitches' radar

Jet life, we in the house like baseboards

This kush I had to fly to L.A. for

This wax I had to fly to the bay for

Bad bitch that I wish I could've stayed for

But that ain't what a nigga get paid for

That's how it is, wish that I could say more

Don't be like that, girl, keep it playa

You know a nigga grind on major

But I be back, keep your hair the same way, girl

I put the story on paper and the weed in the air

Pretty cars, pretty bitches, I done had my share

But I had to tell y'all the one

'Bout the one that I met in them ones

I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites

I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites

Then I met a badass bitch in some hi top whites

Now I got a badass bitch in some hi top whites

Fo lyrics - Curren$y

Fo niggas in the low rider

Smoking gas, screaming jet life every time they past

I'm the one behind the wheel, mind on a mil

Wondering how long could it last

Never been a square one from square one

All about that there, caking layers

Count it up and weight it, fair is fair

I must say I'm feeling quite debonair on this speeding boat in this night air

Transport this cargo rare

Just recorded these, rapping like package keys

Higher than the flying trapeze

Might give you the roaches when I leave

Closest you get to smoking like Gs

Freeze, it's AOB

What could you do for me?

All on a bitch, but we can't all do this

Some of you niggas a simp, water whip, camera pimps

I'm here to close the lid on all that shit

Fo niggas in the low rider

Smoking gas, screaming jet life every time they past

I'm the one behind the wheel, mind on a mil

Wondering how long could it last

One foot in, one foot out

I can't get out, I can't get in

As the wheel of fortune spin, torturing men

Find my pot of gold, same time lost friends

Fell out with some niggas as my ship came in

Now I'm smooth sailing and they barely can swim

Try Vitola, Testarossa pop-up head like showed him

The road was golden and they didn't know it

Like you gave up when the race was almost over

You could've placed and won the trophy but you chose to fold up on me

That's a luck, I can't afford to give a fuck

With all these bitches trying to get it, I'm too busy living

To be concerned with suckas who don't earn

What I earn, you just a threat to yourself, you'll learn

As the world turn, the joint burns

Time machine on Dayton thirteens, I'm the one sturrin

Sucka scared, better cop some insurance

Niggas in the van on yo block, word to Big Worm

Fo niggas in the low rider

Smoking gas, screaming jet life every time they past

I'm the one behind the wheel, mind on a mil

Wondering how long could it last

Fo niggas in the low rider

Smoking gas, screaming jet life every time they past

I'm the one behind the wheel, mind on a mil

Wondering how long could it last

[The Godfather:]

[Hyman Roth:] Make sure that everybody sees the cake before we cut it. When a man comes to this point in his life, he wants to turn over the things he's been blessed with, turn them over to friends. As a reward for the friends he's had, and to make sure that everything goes well after he's gone. I want all you to enjoy your cake

The Usual Suspects lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke DZA, Fiend, & Cornerboy P)

[Smoke DZA:]

Kushed god, bitch

Jonesie

Sometimes you just need to be serenaded with the instrumental

183rd shit

Riiiight

Cooking up a batch

Ladies show they titties

Real niggas tip they caps, real trappers

For my hustler niggas with no choice

Posting up, slanging that oh boy

Stay on your grind, only way to turn a 300 to a Rolls Royce

Life is good, nah, life is great, now I'm 'bout to get my niggas straight

God bless a nigga with some legal ones so I can stay off the interstate

Not everybody getting money, not everybody selling out shows

Not everybody toured the world like four times, three albums in stores

From Australia up to Montauk, I kill 'em with the Don talk

And when it comes to this indie bread, I'm the hip-hop Thom Yorke

I'm too real for the radio heads, I'm an underground king

But these bitches can't stop my show and that's word to the Pimp

Low eating lobster and shrimp, all the bad bitches want to link

I'm like, fuck with a real nigga and stop feeling bad for that simp

That's the other species, come sip some of this PJ

And smoke some of this sweet tree and everything will be geetchi

DZA

[Fiend:]

I told your bitch like Alex Rawls

Mister Jones, full riding laws

Pop my calls in a ride with paws

Got a lot of nines, got a lot of fours

I'm a lane ward man, got a lot of goals

Know how to get the kitchen like a lot of O

Know when to burn out, before it's time to go

I'm a highlight reel so rewind it, ho

Pick them up, out the pound

Lighting up every time the Saints get a first down

Hold the flow so you can show us right now

You can get a purse and some work right now

This mack hand, ho, don't get the backhand

She chase ghosts like Ms. Pacman

He paid a ho to come back, fam

God damn

[Corner Boy P:]

They respect the Don

Eighteen karats with the red rubies and Piguets is on

Platinum Rolex, double-roll bezel, and walk around with Alexis on

Courtside in my Concords

With my niggas wiling out, smoking out tours

Life's about choices, got to make yours

The right set of keys open up the right doors

We trying to turn a little something to a lot more

You gotta go a little further than you won't go

It's like a hundred out there, had enough blow

I'm talking enough blow to make it below, zero

I'm the underdog's hero

To that dope boy, praying for a kilo

To the little nigga praying for a way out

Keep your head up, shorty, we gonna make it out

Made it out now

Hella stamps in my passport

Overseas airport

Coming through the hood up in foreign cars

Bitch, letting the weed flow

I'm hood rich, I can't change, ho

Meeting, smelling like weed smoke

Negotiate my record deal like a dope deal

Probably why a nigga take like a ki of dope

Nigga, you need a plug

[Curren$y:]

Top soft, but I grind hard to afford

To weld them switches to my dashboard

Lowriders and all, exotics to NASCARs

Amongst all these stars, seven grams in the raw

That's a Grammy award in my granddaddy car

With my granddaddy Kangol, higher than a halo

Sliced like tomato with precision on them blades, ho

It don't go down until he say so

Extra cheese, hold the mayo

Got stacks in San Diego, now I'm hiding out

Large amounts to count, just fill them duffel bags and weigh 'em

Spitta slayed 'em, no Santa

She's thirsty, get a Fanta

Bitch passing out, somebody fan her

Drive In Theatre

Fuck you thought this was

Payroll lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)

[Curren$y:]

Do this shit, done that shit

Get in the zone, my homies tell me, run that shit

Buy them Porsches to practice doing donuts in

Catwalk model top bitches we run up in

Fuck 'em, haters saying they don't fuck with him

Spitta keep it all the way one hundred

Highed up to most, they rank under him

Smoking on something thunderous

Marijuana designer, expensive ganja, bitch

You in the month of this

I've already picked your gown out, mama

You gon' look stunning, bitch

Try to feel A1 with this

Cinderella nervous, thinking this gon' turn into a pumpkin, chill

Long as you ain't rid all of that fronting, we can bail

Word to my white walls

Keep food in them dog bowls every night

It's a fool, it's a war zone, scary sight

But it's cool, it's what I call home, jet life

In that six where I just rolled past the satellite

Dressed to kill, hoping that I don't die

Word to Mary, I just bury my problems inside

Until they too heavy to carry, then I write these rhymes

Chess some game, if I feel that you worth the time

If you lame, I just direct you to them exit signs

Go back to where you came, squares too scared to get paid with the players

They watch from the sideline, they never out there

We in it, oh yeah, all conditions gear

ACGs, the G is what you see here

[Trademark Da Skydiver:]

Oh mane, you know how the game go

Counting up this payroll, smoking all the dank, ho

Just rolled up another one, stay high and lay low

We be on that other shit, figure y'all the same old, ayo

Oh mane, you know how the game go

Counting up this payroll, smoking all the dank, ho

Just rolled up another one, stay high and lay low

We be on that other shit, figure y'all the same old, ayo

I'm business-minded individual

Eating good off rap, I snack on rats and live off my residuals

Cooley in the cut, counting blessings and feeling spiritual

Get money and chill every day, it's like a ritual

Habitual smoker, I stay high off that medicinal kush

Cruising through the city, Locing, feeling invincible

And the new machine so clean, I'm invisible

Behind these dark tints, my nigga, picture that visual

Picture me pulling up to a condo with a river view

You lames still hating, mane, but we ain't hearing you

Here to do what we do, get this money, share with a few

Nigga been grinding since Timbaland and Magoo was crew

Ain't nothing changed but my change, lil homie, my gear is new

It's cool, rappers are mad cause the game ain't feeling you

Just step to the sidelines, then shift to me and my crew

Bad bitches and sticky, it's your game, she's rolling with me

I'm cruising through the city, smoking fifties, we puff like Diddy

Really this how I'm living, they lying, they just look silly

Still trying to touch a milly before I'm buried in Gentilly

I was born to ball, real niggas and bitches feel me

I swear, they gon' have to kill me before I stop making it happen

Staying true to my faction, spending Jacksons off rapping

I'm saving up all the fragments, running out of places to stack 'em

Tre's still 'bout that action for niggas who want to asking, what the fuck

The Stage (2013) - Curren$y (with Smoke DZA & Harry Fraud)

• First Light
• Gifts
• Thursday Car
• 10 Bricks 

First Light lyrics - Curren$y x Smoke DZA x Harry Fraud

[Curren$y:]

Yeah

La Musica de Harry Fraud

Yeah

Exiting the striker boat

Clean as fuck, eatin' millions and shittin' soap

Its in the ceilings, its in the walls, its in the floor

That's old news, the real drugs is in the flow

Gold shoes, Dayton spokes on the 94

Fleet wood, my weed and fucking my bottom bitch, help me sleep good

G's spent on that motor work, monsters under these hoods

Clique too thick for you to see through it, you know how we do it

Way different from them, momma who let them in

Undesirables non-viable

This is what them bosses flick them lighters to

[Curren$y (Smoke DZA):]

Yeah, yeah

This is Harlem and New Orleans

This is old schools and drop foreigns

(Right)

This that first smoke of the morning

This that shit you always wanted

(Right)

I hope you suckas are ready for it

You know your bitches waiting on it

(Uh)

This that first smoke of the morning

This that shit you always wanted

[Smoke DZA:]

Riiiiiight, fuck the fame, give me the money and bud

Nigga could walk trough Harlem and its nothin' but love

A1 under these rap gods that's fuckin' with us

They don't even look cool, most of these niggas is sus

You rockin' with the innovators, imitated, never duplicated

If you don't fill that then , chances is you a hater

I can smell a motherfucka that's jealous, look at you

All in your feelings, you can't help it

Nigga look at the ground where real niggas round

I can see through the fake love and fake pounds

I ain't trippin I don't kick it wit em

No verses they can copy, as long as they got the ticket for it

DZA

[Curren$y (Smoke DZA):]

Yeah... this is Harlem and New Orleans

This is old schools and drop foreigns

(Right)

This that first smoke of the morning

This that shit you always wanted

(Right)

I hope you suckas are ready for it

You know your bitches waiting on it

(Uh)

This that first smoke of the morning

This that shit you always wanted

Gifts lyrics - Curren$y x Smoke DZA x Harry Fraud

[Smoke DZA:]

La musica de Harry Fraud

Niggas better get right

When you fuckin' with the Jet Life

Riiight

Boss is how we prone to think

Communicate with killers via CorrLinks

Some of my niggas went from the corner to the coroner

I made it out, luxury bus, touring love, right

Feeling better than head on the wake up

Roll me up a balmer like, it's great stuff

Won a couple dollars off the Knicks vs Pacers, I'm raged up

Already a better day than Ice Cube had

That's word to Terrance Howard durag

All my life I been a cool cat, word

Hop out the 7 in some Ewings

You looking bad in that bullshit you in

I speak ebonics and Ben Franklin fluent

Every boss once was the best student, been hustling since a truant

I'm a top tier nigga

L Seven. you a fucking square nigga, We could never square with ya

DZA

[Smoke DZA (Manchild):]

(Playing good music)

Real niggas better get right

When you fuckin' with the Jet Life

(Is our gift to you)

[Curren$y:]

Yeah bitch

They gotta weigh it on the scale they weigh the whales with

One sniff will make a german shepherd back flip

Three small gold chains, two pinky rings

And one big fucking dream to own all this

Empire under construction

Hard hat zone, work going on

Hazardous habitats, we hustling, but fuck it holmes

Bastards is rabid at them cash stacks

Bitches is going bad for that

Put you on like socks

Put you on like my watch, put you up like a poster

Lucky motherfuckers getting game from the coaches, and didn't even know it

The last stoned poets

Who never sold their souls and still in motion

Raking that dough in

And you silly motherfuckers thought it's just bout smoking

Shit

[Smoke DZA & Manchild:]

(Playing good music)

Real niggas better get right

When you fuckin' with the Jet Life

(Is our gift to you)

[Manchild:]

We sing a song

Especially for you

Thursday Car lyrics - Curren$y x Smoke DZA x Harry Fraud

La Música de Harry Fraud

[Smoke DZA:]

My ol' head told me "Kill them bitches"

Rollin up while we handle our business

I know them haters there, but we ain't trippin

Shit, we too busy being them niggas

Shit, we too busy being them niggas

Shit, we too busy being them niggas

Shit, we too busy being them niggas

Big money, good weed, and fly bitches

High dealings, high ceilings

High bitches, high healing

I'm smooth, Herringbone over the Oxford

We fuckin mobsters, we just cop to cop, fuck it

We rape the spot, and drop duckets

You hate it, I love it

On the Lo', you'd admire me, probably dub it

You know how they do, use your own shit and try to play you

Haters hate, but I'm sleep tho

Respect, you get 0

Chopped, cold-cut tryna be hero

Got the dour for a courteous price

My Cali bitch brought 30 on the flight

Nigga, Ripley's believe It or not

It'll be gone before you get off the clock

You hustlin' minimal caine

Throw your work in the air like 'Bron before the game

Foamposites, and bucket-hats

Designer sweat-pants, and fresh 3's

We gave you niggas the blueprint

Now go 'head and get fresh, B

(All that RRL, that Denim & Supply, shit let's not forget Rugby)

Now go 'head and get fresh, B

(My nigga did the Bape, he threw the white-on-whites on, y'all threw y'alls back on)

Tahaha yeah, go 'head and get fresh, B

My ol' head told me "Kill them bitches"

Rollin up while we handle our business

I know them haters there, but we ain't trippin

Shit, we too busy being them niggas

Shit, we too busy being them niggas

Shit, we too busy being them niggas

Shit, we too busy being them niggas

Big money, good weed, and fly bitches

[Curren$y:]

Back seat cypher, me, my weed, my lighter

Pass the weed to my driver, my driver like MacGyver

Get me in and out of, traffic, where the cash at?

I'm there in the nick of time of, these lil boys ain't rhyming

They all kinda tryna be like us

So styles, I improvise 'em

Copy cat niggas, you the box of kitty litter

A boss ain't in ya

So you takin' losses anytime you go against us

Bitches get something to remember whenever they visit

Swing that corner wit me in that lo-lo, she was hittin switches

Now you're dolo, cause she no longer wanna be wit'cha

I'm out SOHO shoppin, stop, take sum pictures

Real recognize the same kind

Apes shall never kill another primate

Cadillac trucks back to back outside

While we inside buying Bape, you too broke to fix your face, HANNN!

[Smoke DZA:]

My ol' head told me "Kill them bitches"

Rollin' up while we handle our business

I know them haters there, but we ain't trippin

Shit, we too busy being them niggas

Shit, we too busy being them niggas

Shit, we too busy being them niggas

Shit, we too busy being them niggas

Big money, good weed, and fly bitches

10 Bricks lyrics - Curren$y x Smoke DZA x Harry Fraud (feat. Big KRIT & French Montana)

[French Montana:]

Gon' slow it down for 'em, you know

Sometimes, they say you gotta laugh

You might laugh to cry out, hahahaha

Ahh man

When you get time to relax

That's the pleasure

Y'know'sayin

[French Montana:]

Homie, I just lost my only paper, back to square one

Feel like misery is my only neighbor

They say God protect us

I don't know why I feel safer with a burner

Getting high got me locked up in the prison, smelling like last night

Why people sell their soul for the fast life?

Nobody loves us

And they tell us go fight for the flag, but don't fight for them colors

Watch some television, have you baptized and your brain washed

What to wear, where to live, what to do when a friend is a friend with a motive

Them broke plans, have a nigga down, feeling hopeless

Hoping I can make mills before I lay on my back

On the block where a million niggas flipping packs

Grabbing my leg

Feel like crabs in the bucket, can't get ahead

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

Cause either niggas waiting on ya, or they hating on ya

Tell 'em I ain't falling off never

That chopper say that they don't want it, I put some money on it

I'ma be the coldest motherfucker ever

Cause either you a made man, or your game plan

Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands

Either you the pimp type, or you ho'n out

Still, motherfucker know exactly what I'm talking about

[Curren$y:]

Too much going on to think about

Old school Camero like the new ones never dropped

Bitch waving while I'm swinging but I can't stop

Like that green

Bitch, we always got the green light, what you mean?

I go where I please

Ho like, "don't leave" but baby, I'm in the breeze

Money don't grow on them, but I for sure smoke on them

Cadillac with the Ritz with the true spokes on them

Slabs, whatever you want, we have

Slinging like the rock fired by David and Goliath

Word rhyming Heisman

Joe Namath with my fur coat, sidelining

I bought Rolex watches for all of my offensive linemen

Because it's time to make it happen

Audio dope boy magic

Burning through the plastic, touchdown passes

Flicking fleas off like ashes

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

Cause either niggas waiting on ya, or they hating on ya

Tell 'em I ain't falling off never

That chopper say that they don't want it, I put some money on it

I'ma be the coldest motherfucker ever

Cause either you a made man, or your game plan

Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands

Either you the pimp type, or you ho'n out

Still, motherfucker know exactly what I'm talking about

[Smoke DZA:]

Riiiiight

Niggas acting funny on the daily, spare me

I be indifferent to most shit, sincerely

Not a fuck given in my body, sorry

Try to hit me with that old school game, Atari

Leave them like Lawry's, nigga, saucy as shit

You know the type, bad bite, but when they see you, straight hop on your dick

I'm like "are these niggas stupid or nah?"

Rhetorical questions as I puff on my 'gar

Ain't heard from my homie in weeks, he in the hole

When I get that unavailable call I already know

And as soon as a nigga press 5

He hit me with a "riiiiight"

I be hyped, daddy, keeping spirits alive

Said he heard me on the radio the whole building was live

He like "Nigga, I won't see daylight soon

But as long as you shining bro, I'll be cool."

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

Cause either niggas waiting on ya, or they hating on ya

Tell 'em I ain't falling off never

That chopper say that they don't want it, I put some money on it

I'ma be the coldest motherfucker ever

Cause either you a made man, or your game plan

Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands

Either you the pimp type, or you ho'n out

Still, motherfucker know exactly what I'm talking about

Bales (2013) - Curren$y (with Young Roddy)

• Bales
• Grizzly
• Weather Channel
• Certified
• The War On Drugs
• 100 Spokes
• Mo Money
• AD4
• Right Now
• Walkie Talkies
• Parking Lot Pimps 

Bales lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy

[Curren$y:]

Smoking a hundred dollar joint

Major presentation, nigga Power Point

Homes, hesitation never been a choice

Early bird gets the Rolls Royce

Baby cakes Duncan Hines moist

Cause that money make her come anywhere I am

She not dumb anytime she hear my voice

Like a money machine luxury fiend

Do anything survive the cobra's clutches

Hopscotch hot coals on solid gold crutches bitch cold

Ice man can't touch it half court raining buckets

Star struck bitches behaving like lightning hit 'em

Hold they hearts I'm in the building

Oh lord Andretti killed 'em

When they swung that '76 glass house three wheeling

Surveillance vans parked up the block tryna peep the dealings

Like I don't see them

I tell my bitch to bring them a nice pitcher of ice tea since they thirsty

Out right parched for the downfall of a boss

Homie not me soon as one ends another one start this is season six

We take the food plate and table cloths from a sip off rip lock your shit

[Young Roddy:]

And I find myself blunted

One million dollar thoughts I'm just tryna make some money

Turn my rainy day sunny

Frank White style, my city I run it, skinny nigga turned chubby

For safety my burner under my Rugby

Either hate me or love me I'm purple label my luggage

Uh, I try my best to dodge trouble

You see Spitta my brother, you catch us puffing in public

Trill nigga one hundred better yet one thousand

Good God, will I make it out this jungle

I'm just a nigga from the bricks with a bitch who's from London

Big dog Bill Russell from a bucket to a Hummer

They say the good die young I've seen the pretty turn ugly

They either shoot they stick at a bitch or shoot cutters

They heard me to my stomach so his momma cry a puddle

420 vision from up here's mad blurry

Grizzly lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy

[Young Roddy:]

Guess who's bizack, bitch

You can smell the blow in my clothes - I relapse, bitch

This one for my homies who been trappin' in that trap, bitch

Who tryin' to go get it, push that pedal to the mat, bitch

But if it's 'bout some business tell 'em hit me on my jack

I'm self-made man I never had to piggyback

Like Paul Pierce, I'm the truth, no lyin' in these raps

Use Good Sense bags to bag this audio crack

Real nigga, with my brother I spit my last

True stoner, every moment, smokin' on that gas

Success all in my pathway, I got them haters mad

I'm only catchin' flights, they catchin' feelings mad fast

So bitch ass niggas probably talk behind my back

Gold diggin' bitches tryin' to get keys to my pad

Sorry, never that, nice try, but never that, ho

Tryin' not to make a sound, creepin' out that back, doe, piss po'

But I got my eye on a milli

Twistin' up that killer got my fingertips sticky

I thought this chick was with me, tryin' to stick my for my chippies

Always had a feelin' she was tryin' to catch my slippin'

I guess she on her grizzly too

Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer

Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer

Damn, I guess she on her grizzly too

Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer

Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer

Damn, I guess she on her grizzly too

[Curren$y:]

One for the money, two for the bitches

Can't knock the hustle, cause mama on her grizzly

If them niggas fall for it, then she pick up them Benjis

Niggas'll support her, escort her through them corridors

It ain't nothin' but Gs, feel the aura, ho

To a captain save-a, my set is a horror show

Hold tight behavior, corrected, whenever the real step in

Swear she got that pimp scent off me

That the smell of that money and that killer in the car with me

Bitches callin' me daddy, got me feelin' quite fatherly

A boss in these streets

Checkin' my financial gains quarterly

Profit margins increase largely

Smart ass bitches is on me

Aware of my growth, my net, my gain but I reverse that

I'm at your throat bitch, this game

Oh, you on your grind? I'm double time on mine

Check that

Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer

Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer

Damn, I guess she on her grizzly too

Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer

Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer

Damn, I guess she on her grizzly too

Weather Channel lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy

[Curren$y:]

Fish bowling, cougar bitches notice

Vintage exotic rolling, Turbo 97 Lotus

Dosha in my upholstery, this is a soldier story

Smoking with my uncles who opened them doors for me

Every detail was gorey on the road to the glory

But if my life was easy my autobiography would be boring

But this a how to guide, holy matrimony

How to marry money, how to manage funding

Get it and spend it but, always remember a

Couple of pretty pennies keep the rain up off your windows

Strain the endo, insane OG enzo

Ferrari on my mind until it's parked in front my front door

Floatin' in my crib like I'm living in a house boat

I got a safe in this bitch, gold bars stamped 14k on these bricks

Danny Ocean how I set a heist in motion

[Young Roddy:]

When I asked for a helping hand they told me hell no

Spit the from the soul like the homie Ab-Soul

Stressed out I burn an L with my best bro

Just hoping that them cops don't come knocking at my door

I thank God for them shows, thank God to hit the road

Cause without that, back in the trap bagging O's

Money cars and clothes that's all a nigga know

And that lifestyle I'll never make a wack nigga fold

I'll make your heart turn cold, it ain't no love for no ho

And it's still Jets at your mofucking throat

Got a wicked jump shot, I pump

Blow, I done both

Got the whip smelling like a pound of marijuana smoke

I stay highed up roasted, plotting on my fortune

This poetry in motion, them real niggas quote this

I never had no piss, still don't take no shit

But I'm all about that good sense that ignorance is bullshit

Certified lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy

[Young Roddy:]

Had mary jane all on my brain while sittin' up in this interview

Weed smoke all in my lungs I'm bound to fail this physical

Beefin' with that nigga fuck I might fuck his girl intentional

Crap game that second period I'm tryna duck that principal

Was flat broke but I won 300 bucks fuck I guess this will do

I spent it all on a pitbull and some Michael Jordan tennis shoes

Thought I came up but I came short boy real talk that's critical

But real niggas don't fold I hold my head high, I'm a general

And I feel Wayne with no worries but I wonder will I see thirty

Cause them jack boys stay rollin' man them niggas outchea lurkin'

And I'm still riding like fuck em and that make my mom mad nervous

No leaks around my faucet man them groupie bitches so thirsty

Bitch I'm shinin' cause I'm working gettin' that paper cause I deserve it

Tryna smoke away my pain I hope this L'll never stop burnin'

It's just me myself plus mary tryna make it out of this journey

I try to share my vision but they vision way too blurry

And them same niggas they riding with'll be the same niggas that burn em

Them same niggas they plottin' with be the same niggas that murk em

My cousin got him a 9 to 5 but his money slow as a turtle

Now he hollerin' bout how he quitting straight back to the block to go get it

And I can't even much blame him he like "hurry up and get famous"

Cause yo shit colder than they shit he say they ain't even much hating

So till they get you your tour bus he be posted up and he slangin'

Put your living up in that murder cap be no gang banging they banging

It's Jet Life to my next life with the Andretti and Mingo

Smoke that Sour D for my nerves, fool, and that O-G for my anger

Cloud nine what I'm sitting on full sky cap my angle

But when I'm done ho please don't fall in love

No pills just weed killing pussy all night

Damn right show you right damn right show you right

No pills just weed killing pussy all night

Damn right show you right damn right show you right

No pills just weed killing pussy all night

Damn right show you right damn right show you right

No pills just weed killing pussy all night

Damn right show you right damn right show you right

The War On Drugs lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy

[Curren$y:]

Sharper than my nephew's edge up

Bitches tryna be under the Don so they step up

Apply to ride with your highness

Only the best of the bunch, pick of the litter

The prized pup grew to be a big dog

This ain't new to me, seen it through my homies eyes, true OG's

Now I ride them pretty cars down gruesome streets

Dead partners in my ear reminding me what these jealous niggas will do to me

So I can never sleep

Light power nap, three hour flight, collect them stacks

We keep it moving we, can't stop, brake lines pop

Headlines made, front page

I rock sweatpants on any occas', baby, why not

Make a bop out of your lady, silencer from a potato

OG Bobby Johnson now I live like Ox, son

Big ass house son, weed in the bowl, I'm on the couch son

With my homeboy in route, son

So assassination attempts will yield a different outcome

I don't even really be 'bout none

But my brothers watching son, so watch it son

[Young Roddy:]

They say wake up and smell the Folgers

But I'm from the hood, when I wake up I smell yola

Now my girl want me back

Bitch I tried to told you that one day I get this dough

But she thought that I was bogus

Said I'm acting funny since she get the cold shoulder

Like I don't know her

Shit, Rod' a grown man, I'm no doja

They label me a fo' nick totter, a marijuana smoker

Who hardly ever sober I stay highed up, loaded

Uh, let's get this money that's what my uncle taught me, yea

I stand for something, now where your guts and glory, yea

And I'm no baby boy, Roddy no Jody

I got real nigga status fool, I bet your lady know me

I'm killing these cowards tell them haters die slowly

They hate to see me up and see me ball like Ginóbili

They'd rather see me injured on the side like Kobe

But it's crunch time I gotta get mine, them pussies owe me, nigga

Amongst the thunder and clouds, we breaks it down

Moving in silence, but them actions speak loud

They try to Xerox the flows, we switch our style

Amongst the thunder and clouds, we breaks it down

Moving in silence, but them actions speak loud

They try to Xerox the flows, we switch our style

Amongst the thunder and clouds, we breaks it down

Moving in silence, but them actions speak loud

They try to Xerox the flows, we switch our style

Amongst the thunder and clouds, we breaks it down

Moving in silence, but them actions speak loud

They try to Xerox the flows, we switch our style

100 Spokes lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy

("Bales" Version)

[Curren$y:]

Single engine Cessna

Amphibious landing gear, terrain treacherous here

Square groupers, blocks of white cheddar

Precious metals, butter soft leathers

Shakers and movers, business is booming

Lil nigga, you know who you in the room with?

Big boss, killer whales and sharks, ain't no tuna fish

We'll know who was fit when the casualties get tallied

There will be a list, carved in stone for all the soldiers buried

In this bloody mud, war on drugs

I just rap like it's packages, ducking the fucking fuzz

Jealous of my status, wan' know what it was

We'll put 'em in that position, to any bust can we link em?

But I'm four joints rolled up, back of that black tour bus thinking

Up more dope by the boatloads, stay afloat no sinking

100 spokes on the Lincoln, Rivieras on [?]

Parked outside the fortress, where the money ain't never sleeping

[Young Roddy:]

My grandpa left me a Cadillac with the white walls

Was on a mission, hear my tires scratch off

Came up, fell back off

My momma sent me to the store to cop a pack of Newports

And a lotto ticket scratch off

Hope we hit that jackpot at least one time

Trying not to get locked out by one time

That cheddar on my mind I only see green, I'm color blind

Shout out to Sean John and Al Poe I'm tryna shine

With a hundred bag in my pocket

Seven grams you can acknowledge

Better watch out for your trail, this shit get real when the feds watchin'

I'm known to clock my dollars got his girl dancing topless

Better slow your roll Charlie I run laps around your posse

I spit 'til they start drowning ain't no love for the out of towner

My Chevy engine stay grinding, kept 100 shots in my chopper

That a hundred hoes in that lobby, got a bad bitch and she bout it

She tryna get to my home, I used to roll on chrome

Now I ride on 100 spokes, out

Mo Money lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy (feat. Juvenile)

Loud money

Macho money

Stunt money

Show money

Blow money

Dough money

Your money

No money

[Curren$y:]

I do my thing in the booth, the streets know

You hear my chains in the booth, I wear my gold

We pull up front of your bitch, lift up them doors

She all about that jet life so fuck yours

These bitches know I'm stoned anywhere I go

And when ain't coming in if we can't smoke

Fuck your rules, I'm too cool for that, bro

I buy the building, throw you out the back door

Carlito shouldn't have let Benny Blanco go

Cause everywhere you turn they coming for your throat

That's why I keep my circle tight, jet lifers in the cypher

Bending corners, breaking bitches, making dough

Coming up

Loud money

Macho money

Stunt money

Show money

Blow money

Dough money

Your money

No money

[Juvenile:]

Dope money, that's paperweight

Loose leaf my paper straight

C-notes and they face to face

China nigga, no paper plates

Silver back we're not silver spoon

Business man but I'm still a goon

I'm rolling, nigga, like wheelbarrows

Y'all joke niggas like Will Ferrells

My money stupid like Lil' Darryl

Y'all bank account is getting real narrow

I fuck the deal, up and run at night

Vampire on that life

And I know you hate my guts, woa'

Cause I got everything you want in life

Waking up and I'm counting up

Cause that mula start my morning rite

Well my morning right and my evening good

When my evening good then my family eating

My family, get sanity

That sanity is that man to me

And that man to me know what he said to me

Man as me and no damage me

I don't plan to leave and no baggage either

Nigga didn't give no bands to me

I've got

Loud money

Macho money

Stunt money

Show money

Blow money

Dough money

Your money

No money

[Young Roddy:]

I've got dice money, got coke money, got on the run lay low money

I'm a pimp fool I'll take your ho money

And use this shit for my smoke money

Like Deebo I take yo money I'm still spending my old money

Old boy can't fuck with me this lil nigga gettin grown money

Got long paper I smash her good she askin me if I'm on somethin

I make bread fuck with my dope get beat down like you stole somethin

Them cops keep on harassin' me try question me I don't know nothin'

This Juvenile and Young Rod, this Bales bitch we got loads of money

Andretti got a bowl of mari' I kill a block bitch bloody Mary

Jet Life the new Rockafeller my shoe box full of mozzarella

Got stuntin' money for my snow bunny back then I had no money

Until I touched a little blow money had to re-up to make mo money

Loud money

Macho money

Stunt money

Show money

Blow money

Dough money

Your money

No money

AD4 lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy

Parking lot littered with supercars

Guest list musicians, model bitches

Coke-dealing superstars, soul glitter

Nose sniffles, audio dope, docking the boat

Anchor and chain, solid-gold rope

Double dutch honeys in a two-seater dune buggy, running from me

We run this money, and I don't think you from here, dummy

Your weed smell funny, your clothes too bummy, them hoes too ugly

Meek told you it's levels to it

Buy it right the first time, don't go back and add a bezel to it

I was listening when Jay said it

So when I got paid, I've been the same way that

David Blaine blessed me, baby angels

Diamond wings lift me over the game's dangers

They don't invite me to they rap awards, it's all good

I don't wanna smoke my gas with y'all

Interior leather, the texture of a basketball

In that '87, 93 octane in the air

And in the tank of the '87, highway to heaven

Money on my mind, money on the line

Thinking 'bout paying me, make it on time

Scrape it into the shape, all straight lines

Don't overdose, dope audio, audio dope

Money on my mind, money on the line

Thinking 'bout paying me, make it on time

Scrape it into the shape, all straight lines

Don't overdose, dope audio, audio dope

Right Now lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy

[Curren$y:]

No tint on the window, still can't see if I'm in it

Cause my seat back low, and my car full of smoke

Can't stop for them bitches, tryna get in this dough

Chandelier these ceilings, Italian marble these floors

From my one bedroom apartment who knew where I would go

I didn't pay they cut my lights they pay me now I light up shows

Ridin' round in my Rolls, in my terrycloth robes

Various hoes is plotting to get carried over thresholds

But I'm already married, me and this paper we so mofuckin' happy together

I swear I was good but it made me better

Paved the way for the capital letter, B

Stoned like a statue of me perpetually

Let me roll

Money coming in, records coming out

My niggas getting rich, bitches at my house

All this shit I got

Plotting on a million right now, it'll never stop

Money coming in, records coming out

My niggas getting rich, bitches at my house

All this shit I got

Plotting on a million right now, it'll never stop

[Young Roddy:]

And if you talkin' bout chopping a brick then count me in

If you talking 'bout hitting a lick then count me in

If you talking 'bout selling some pills then count me in

Told my homie I'm gon' win, but his reply was when

If you talking 'bout selling some piff then count me in

If you talking it's gon' get me rich quick then count me in

If you talking 'bout stacking some chips then count me in

Cause my baby need some shoes, my girl need half on her rent

They tryna nail me them coppers they tryna nail me

Jet Life, Mackavelli good guy faith don't fail me

No stranger to this danger rolling with my Mac-11

All black Mac-11 man them niggas hella jealous

Not just smoking it I sell it, tryna make a million

Had to get it on my own, wasn't nobody else gon' give me

A goddamn thing we was taught sky's the limit

Never quitting keep pushing stop bitching at least we living

Money coming in, records coming out

My niggas getting rich, bitches at my house

All this shit I got

Plotting on a million right now, it'll never stop

Money coming in, records coming out

My niggas getting rich, bitches at my house

All this shit I got

Plotting on a million right now, it'll never stop

Walkie Talkies lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy

[Curren$y:]

Uh, colder than the airport

Music hustling, ducking the rap task force

Man, I'm just tryna cop my man's a Porsche

Writing these drugs until my hand get sore

Maneuvering, Cuban links, 24 karats

Who did you think was coming to dinner, it wasn't apparent?

Your nigga Spitta, smellin' like a pound of that killa

Open the window, these suckers lungs too tender

Homes I been in it, for more than a minute

Fathering styles, lot of the niggas is just my littles

I'm a stop, with one button stuntin' dissolve the top

Open air, in something rare

[Young Roddy:]

Them niggas got blood stains all on the dollar bill

But they don't care, they rinse it off 'til ain't nothin' there

Had to keep my kicks clean, may not get another pair

Shit hard, where the fuck I'm coming from they play it raw

My God, I'm tired; I've been running from the law

Even runnin' up the cars, they want me dead behind bars, no sir

Momma got another gig, moved on her own turf

Only fist fights around that time, nobody got murked

Until they started playin' with bangers

Nobody got caught until they started pointing fingers

Sinking, ain't that a bitch

I stay fatigued down on some battle shit

I never tell, I ain't on no Donnie Brasco shit

I'm on Sosa, this life made me a soldier

I'm no Tony, I never turn on my homie, boy

This ain't no country for the wack and the phony boy

This shit could get wicked in this New Jet City nigga

Parking Lot Pimps lyrics - Curren$y & Young Roddy

[Curren$y:]

Sunday night ridin', got my bitch drivin'

I'm passenger side in somethin' look like it's flying

Audio dope on the stove like a fryin' pan

I can get you more, what you want long as you buyin' it

Haters they be eyeing them, we don't pay no mind to them

Designer send me looks, you gon have to stand in line for this

You off in the club ballin' out while I'm outside of it

Three wheel motion sun roof open with my partner and them

When your girl saw me slide she died to get in

And live that Jet Life momma told you kill yaself kid

I lit the doobie then I slid with her

Baddest bitch in the party I didn't have to go in to get her

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

[Young Roddy:]

And I stay lifted off that dojah, in my 4 do' rollin'

Outchea tryna get it bitch I'm tryna make a fortune

Headed for that money bitch stop askin' where I'm goin'

Cause you ain't got no business, being up in my business

First car was a wide body was too small to get in it

First bitch was a bad bitch tried to share that ho with my nigga

I got his girl buyin' J's for me nigga real talk I'm pimpin'

I do this shit for my niggas bitch I do this shit for my niggas

Long night with that trap life shit I might as well smoke something

Was way too young to even hit the club shit I might as well post up

Lil nigga big business make her exit out 'fore she entered

I'm leanin' on my whip hun her friend tryna get in it

Work

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

Live In Concert (2013) - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

• Cabana
• Landing
• The Blend
• Toast
• Revenge And Cake
• For Her 

Cabana lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Up early, smokin' and plottin'

Looking at these lames being thankful I'm not them

This year couple million out the game

And you're wondering how I got them

I got it from going hard, I always stay on my job

Wanna get high you should come to my spot then

And smoke with some heavyweight niggas

Jets, Taylor Gang nigga losing's not a option

Now I'm always on the road

And everywhere I go people asking what I'm rocking

I tell em this is next year's fresh and this year's best

And some shit you niggas not in, so quit copyin'

(Hahahaha)

Yeah man

You niggas got it confused, trying to do what we do

That's not the point

The point is for you to do you

It's a beautiful thing

[Curren$y:]

I'm in the regal, you in a rut

Stuck, can't come up

Old, jealous niggas hatin' on us

Bitches is wishin' you'd shut the fuck up

I'm in the position, set my niggas up tough

What the fuck, just jump

Continents I promise it

I could go from bucks to billions in a minute

Made a split second decision

Executed with precision

I feel attention when I walk in the room

Old cuddly ass niggas go to hidin' they woman

Thinkin' I'm a walk up to 'em, but I don't do it

Baby girl know the big shit from the manure

I could help you shine like a jeweler

Candy paint make an old whip newer

Landing lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Currensy:]

Money in the floor, weed in a bowl

On the couch, life like Ox

Big TV, nigga, big ass remote

Motion sensors all over my house

For investigative ass hoes

That's waiting for me to pass out

So they can tiptoe all over my home

Woah, pump your brakes, slow your roll

I got cake, bread in loaves

State to state, hit that road

Hit that bank when I get home

Hit that lot tomorrow morn'

I think they got the one I want

Top I drop like my ex ho

Top get dropped like I let it go

Fool I close Ferrari doors

My driveway is a horse show

Smoke my weed, eat my breakfast

My bitch read our horoscopes

Out loud

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Talk about what's gon' get done to a nigga, until I run in to niggas

Might dress kinda funny to niggas, I got more money than niggas

These niggas lackin positive influence so I'm son'ing these niggas

You niggas more Calogero I'm more Sunny than niggas

That's why I got a couple of cribs and everyone one of 'em owned

Shoulda had my Ferrari by now, but had to get my mother a home

Just bought a few pounds the other day and everyone one of 'em gone

Just counting my chains, tomorrow I'm a put everyone one of 'em on

You niggas must be trippin' yeah that's a Benz, nigga what's the edition

(Niggas jealous cause they see me gettin' money)

See me and Spitta in this bitch, they like yeah niggas must be twistin'

(So much swag and you niggas looking bummy)

And we been giving swag but on the real that wasn't the intention

(So much swag make a nigga wish he was me)

It's kinda funny cause a nigga thought I was being different

(I'm getting high laughing at you niggas cause it's funny)

The Blend lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Curren$y:]

Sports coupe spoiler

Sipping on a bottled water

Dead serious like the fourth quarter

Niggas can't get the shit, it's on back order

Holla at the waiting list, I'm already sporting 'em

Bout to give away the shits, can't get bored of the money spending

High performance exhaust system

Straight bossing, more than often

Nigga I'm always getting it, straight Jet living

I got all my cars, all my weed, all my women

Valeting exotics at mafia style dinners

Ducking pictures as we toast to getting richer

It was all planned out for us to stand out

The have-nots have it all, without accepting handouts, dog

Twisting the top off the big jar

Higher than a

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Niggas out they rabid ass mind

Thinking I ain't gon' try to get as much money as I can make this year

You must be on some hardcore drugs

I'm just flipping through magazines and rolling them Raws up

My red cup filled up with gin

That's my gang and they destined to win

In this thing and you better spend

Give good brain, you should let her in

Leave your cigars, joints already rolled

In the morn' look at a Polaroid of it

Wake up feeling way better than you ever did

With the nigga that you was with

And now you got the nigga all upset because of it

Would call my phone but he know that I don't play that

Send some real niggas where he stay at

Made it quite clear, take ya lips put 'em right here

Toast lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Curren$y:]

Year-round we them niggas

You seasonal, temporary living

Your run'll be done in a minute

You are not infinite

Bitches can tell the difference, they know better than to smoke with ya

Back up a lil' bit, you'll get the whole picture

So much sicker than them niggas, I'm coughing they just got hiccups

KC lights, roll bars on my Chevy pickup

Off-road style, lift kit, heavy duty springs

Stomper tires get it done when the time is crunch like sit-ups

To the challenge I rise, Lamborghini doors

'85 Countach never seen a real road

From the showroom floor to my seven car garage

Got a storage 'cross town with like seven more rides

Tucked inside - that Grand Theft Auto life

Rolling up in my safe house I'm looking down

Done it by my design, refusing to comprimise

Mestizo eyes

Mestizo eyes

[Wiz Khalifa:]

They saying shit changed cause shit changed

Not just the horses in my motor, but the cost for me to show up

I'm a boss, and my whole team fly private

Black cars when we roll up, quarter pounds when we blow up

Hit the ground running

My watch new cause a nigga sound bumping

And ya girlfriend leaving you cause she just wanna be around something

Like playing Xbox and wearing weed socks, speeding 'round stunting

Orderin' thousand dollar room service, rolling weed up by the onion

Ooo I got it made, but I ain't make it on my own

Who would've thought a Pittsburgh nigga would go and buy an LA home

Rolling up papers, turning down favors

All these fake kushes, I got my own flavor

Homie that ain’t KK in that brand new bag

Got it made to make that brand new crib

Need a whip to match that brand new car

Thinking maybe Maybach brand new insides

Everything black, young ass nigga blowing OG in the back

Last time you heard from me, I was rolling bud up

Looking dope in my brand new clothes

Eyes closed like someone told 'em to shut up

Mestizo eyes

Mestizo eyes

Revenge And Cake lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Bobbi Humphrey sample:]

Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love

Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love

Sweeter than sugar

Sweeter than sugar

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Follow me as I get high, and ride

In the car I just bought, but I prolly never drive

I heard it's easier that way

My weed is gettin' stronger my Visa is gettin' straight

My whole team is gettin' cake

Call us leaders in the game, niggas follow cause they need us

Ain't just wannabe's they want to be us

Thats why they throw our gang up when they see us

Rollin' planes up, hear them niggas who talk the same

But they ain't us

Took my success and I shared it with everyone next to me

So they sayin' that we came up

Got some fire weed and some niggas down to smoke

So we all gon' be high as can be

At that point you aspire to be

Hermes belt, I'm the flyest degree

[Bobbi Humphrey sample:]

Sweeter than sugar

Sweeter than sugar

[Curren$y:]

The view from my lair

Will have a married woman playin' truth or dare

At my crib cleanin' rooms in there

So many shoes, you think I buy my shoes a pair

A fuckin' fool, highed up with Pittsburgh pimpin'

Ever since my old crib, splittin' ounces

Goin' half on Chinese food

To flights Hawaiian, a two week cruise excursion

Far from the madness splurging

Learnin' 'bout scuba gear, sting ray sea urchins

Do it for my old heads

Same way they would've done for the OG's before them

They like, "how thick is your skin?"

I been through Hell and back fillin' up the tank for another spin

All the way out there goin' in, cash pourin' in

Gas pedals to the floor in 'em vintage wheel historian

Open the garage door finna bring another in

[Bobbi Humphrey sample:]

Sweeter than sugar

Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love

Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love

Sweeter than sugar, sweeter than love

For Her lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Higher than you ever been in your motherfuckin' life nigga

Without even tryin'

The game got a grip, never slip

Can tell by the way I got my hands on it

Started at the bottom but now my money is so motherfuckin' tall I can stand on it

Ain't just happened homie I planned on it

You think you better don't just talk 'bout it put some grands on it

Sleep in Cali woke up in France on 'em

Took the life I live chose talk about it now my fans on it

Now is Dior all on my pants homie

Don't know where I'm going my schedule full so I can't call it

So much weed you see all them grams fallin'

Rollin' so much up that my fingers startin' to cramp on me

Hear you talkin' 'bout what I am

On top of that shit you sayin' you gotta say rich as fuck when you mention us

I get a hold of the bombest weed and I twist it up

Them Cadillacs in line out front just to pick us up

[Curren$y:]

I woke up to a joint, cartoons and cereal

A coupe with zero miles and oatmeal interior

These chicks diggin' my style

I'm sincerely superior to whatever your doing right now

And whatever your plannin' to get into

I'm just clockin' my miles

On the road to these riches, these hoes wavin' and smilin'

But I don't pay 'em no attention, I'm all about my empire

We just trying to get bigger, we multiplying in size

These snakes trying to get with us, they lookin' for the co-sign

But a real nigga don't give a fuck, I'm too busy gettin' high

You can hitch a ride on another truck

Now excuse me as I kiss the sky

Peace signs to baby girl before she try to kiss me bye

She miss me like the sun in her eyes, can't catch a pop fly

Kush castles in the sky

The only hassle is when I smash and go she want to cry

I get dressed she wanna know where I'm going and why

Can't deal with that

Spitta Andretti: New Jet City (2013)

• New Jet City
• Clear
• Choosin
• Sixten Switches
• Three 60
• Living For The City
• Drive
• Bitch Get Up
• Coolie In The Cut
• Mary
• Purple Haze
• These Bitches
• Moe Chettah
• New Program 

New Jet City lyrics - Curren$y

This is the fruit of our hard work

The belief in the entrepreneur spirit

The new American dream

A toast

A toast to my family, life, till death

Uh, I wrote this sitting in the back

Of that triple black with the picnic tables

Twisting up a sack, my Cuban link cables prove I'm in the majors

A prime time playa', high quality rhymes

Earn these wages allowing me to make wagers double your life savings

We on yacht's waving

Champagne cases, cocaine traces found

Seeping from the speakers when the bass kick

Hella baked dropping these tapes, raking cakes in

Millions my nigga, keep that under like the basement

Engine running on that spaceship

She sexy like a woman, speeding like a bullet, don't pull up to it

Talkin' bout you want race it, I went to class with a craftsman who made this

Upper class shit, fresher than mints, at the event

I'm a king, Son-ing these rappers, I make you a prince, New Jet City, ya

Uh, to stand in front this money train doesn't make sense

I never hustled with no lames, why would I begin?

I'm surviving in the game where many don't win

But loser ain't my name mane, that's one of them

I'm gripping woodgrain, got a jernt of full strength

Listening to Max B, wishing he was free

But he not, so we smoke a whole ounce for Gang Green

Jet Life motherfucker we the A-Team

No van that's a Lamb, lift them wings

There's a difference between a plan and a scheme

Make sure your crew all true to the same things

New Jet City

Clear lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Jadakiss)

[Curren$y:]

Uh, cold bottles, hot nights

Long stories, short flights

My turf be your territory, everybody got a price

Indecent proposal, the money to have people at your disposal

Bitch wake up to a nose full and sneak out on old dude

He been on to her moves but he play it cool

Knowing better than to trust a bitch

Even though she was with him

Back when he began hustling, had her tugging greyhound

Bussing all types of other shit

Know how that old game, loop a younger bitch

Same thing, lose a younger bitch

Speed kills and them newer cats is mad quick

Survival of the fittest, niggas need to join a gym

Rhymes lightweight homie, been lifting

International audio dope distributing

Five star restaurant with my house shoes on

Light the joint of a don, stay out my way from here on

Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows

If it ain't about no paper we can't deal with ya'

If you hating we can find some ways to deal with ya'

Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows

If it ain't about no paper we can't deal with ya'

If you hating we can find some ways to deal with ya'

[Jadakiss:]

You're a thug but you be around the stars, mad nervous

You ain't got enough bars, bad service

No reception

You claim to be real, that's your perception

It ain't all skill, it's all perfection

I'm the best and, let me make that as clear as my windows

Deeper than rap, niggas know I handle my business

'Fore the trial even start, I handle the witness

Either way, niggas gon' get it

From sunshine 'til the storm hit it

I'm out here, hands on with it

I don't love the money, I just get along with it

Turn soft white into hard dough

Bad bitch on a jet watching Argo

That's what it call for, we can all go

I'm just making it clear so that you all know

Nigga

[Curren$y:]

Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows

If it ain't about no paper we can't deal with ya'

If you hating we can find some ways to deal with ya'

Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows

If it ain't about no paper we can't deal with ya'

If you hating we can find some ways to deal with ya'

Choosin lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Rick Ross)

'Shameka. Its not your fault

At least put a nigga's order in"

[Curren$y:]

Uh, daytime lights on

Hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it

I don't hide bitch, I'm high when I'm in public

Even in my everyday ride I be stuntin'

This is nothing really, you should see me Sunday

I'm from New Orleans love, you know how I'm coming

Hop out that Impala, left the motor running

Them my lil homies front that store, they ain't gone touch it

Spitta where you goin', finna meet the money

I come through in that bread truck, everybody hungry

I be trynna keep it low, but the streets be talking

I heard they think I'm selling dope, on them walkie talkies

They worst than them bitches, them bitches be stalkin'

Outside checkin' for which car a nigga parkin'

She said she from Belize, but she can speak Ferrari

I roll that tree and I write a song about it in the morning

Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'

Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'

Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it

Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'

Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'

Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it

Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Pull up, pushing buttons blowing OG like it's nothing

Marijuana fussin, smoking loud is no discussion

Black & Yellow, Black & Yellow, something out of nothing

Choppers like the Russians, bust your head that's a concussion

Full time grinder, all the time hustlin'

Bitch, I'm from the Burg so you know that I be thuggin'

Made it from the bottom, so in God we put our trust in

Certified stoner, get a Raw and put a nug in

Rari's, Rari's, Rari's, Lamborghini hari kari

Suicidal doors, tell the owner I said sorry

Pull up in that you know, pockets fat like sumo

Taylor Gang or Die, Jet 'La La La' Life!

[Curren$y:]

Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'

Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'

Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it

Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'

Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'

Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it

Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

[Rick Ross:]

My homies, we sold pills, The motive was chrome wheels

Pullin' up to club Liv, makin' them hoes peel

My niggas was way trill, wardrobe was unreal

My Cuban was Spanish gold, so vintage as my Cazals

I'm talking the facts of life, can I just have a slice?

Best seats at the game, 'Bron having a night

Let him go check the stats, cause all I want is the racks

Even moving the merch, I'm getting 60 a hat

MCM on my luggage, Reebok making me buttered

Behike Cuban cigars bombaclot he think he Dudus

Double M, we the hottest on the fucking turf

I'm going straight to heaven, crib built like the church

[Curren$y:]

Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'

Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'

Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it

Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin'

Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'

Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it

Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

Sixten Switches lyrics - Curren$y

Sixteen switches still smoking strong on them bitches

Got the Chevy sitting looking like something wrong with it

Sixteen switches still smoking strong on them bitches

Got the Chevy sitting looking like something wrong with it

Uh, word to this 8-ball hanging from my key ring

Spitta got a thing for mary jane, and Dana Dane's turning lane

Back bumper scraping, purple ghost flames

Only see it when the light hit it right

Painted by them pros mane cause I know where to go mane'

High roller sitting low, could enter it in a show, fo' sho'

Chief exporter of that audio dope, as if you didn't know

These niggas try to copy my flow, I switch up on them though

Bitches want the real

Them hoes see me, they be tryna' run up like a hill

I be like chill

Sixteen switches still smoking strong on them bitches

Got the Chevy sitting looking like something wrong with it

Three 60 lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Juicy J)

[Curren$y:]

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

Got them bitches wanting to fuck, got them haters tryna' fuck with me

Yeah they so persistent with they ignorance

Consistent with this shit, I get a little bit more meticulous

Descriptive when I spit that shit

Nigga we really live in this Jet

It's not fictitious, ask your bitch cause she's been in it

Impressed with how I'm dressed, and this ain't shit bae I'm just chilling

I'm never stressed, never let 'em see me sweat

Asking who designed my sweats, examine me like I'm a exhibit

If I grew it how'd I do it, how much was it, where'd I get it

It's sickening but I'm not tripping, love I know how to fix 'em

Broke niggas keep whining so I cop more diamonds

All my cars got leather and wood

All my hoes is nine's and dimes

All my clothes, they smell like good

All my days, I'm gon' be high

All my nights I'm looking for the best time I can find

Sleeping when it's over, even though a Lifer will never die

All my cars got leather and wood

All my hoes is nine's and dimes

All my clothes, they smell like good

All my days, I'm gon' be high

All my nights I'm looking for the best time I can find

Sleeping when it's over, even though a Lifer will never die

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

[Juicy J:]

Juicy J pimp shit hard on a bitch

Talk the draw's off a bitch

Backstage at my show, got two or three hoes let 'em slob on my dick

Take a look at my wrist, you can tell I'm paid

Rich nigga shit, I bet your bitch give me head on stage

Maybach outside, still getting head while I drive

Nigga so high, if I fall off I'm sill gon' land in the sky

Got lean in my cup, a room full of sluts, they all gon' fuck

A girl named Holly, gone on the molly

She gon' wake up with a mouth full of nuts

Curren$y the Hot Spitta, Juicy J

Double cup full of that UGK

Bitch I shine like a U.V. ray

And I get head like a new toupee

Scared money don't make no money

I make your ho open my door for me

I copped the Phantom, all black

I'm in the back with a snow bunny

Ferrari faster than the roadrunner

I bought that bitch with my show money

Damn right nigga, I paid cash

Yeah ho, I don't owe nothing

I'm feeling like Superman, I'm smoking on Kryptonite

I'm living that trippy life

Damn right nigga, we don't miss a night

[Curren$y:]

All my cars got leather and wood

All my hoes is nine's and dimes

All my clothes, they smell like good

All my days, I'm gon' be high

All my nights I'm looking for the best time I can find

Sleeping when it's over, even though a Lifer will never die

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty

Living For The City lyrics - Curren$y

Uh, peanut butter leather

Brown liquor, couple sips, keep it together

Weed lit, sunroof lifted slightly, gently tilted

Driver with murder gloves in my car cause I'm killing it

Premium preserves in my jar, I be getting it

From where if you ain't a member then you ain't getting in

Smoke to the fact that we be getting it

Higher than the ceilings in the penthouses we living in

Boy you better get your bitch, over here

Taking pictures of the whips, asking us

What we gon' get into after it's badgering us

Life I chose why your women act like hoes

I know, this just a game I play

When I get bored

Living just enough for the

High'd up just enough for the

Living just enough for the

Never gave a, yeah