[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Year-round we them niggas
You seasonal, temporary living
Your run'll be done in a minute
You are not infinite
Bitches can tell the difference, they know better than to smoke with ya
Back up a lil' bit, you'll get the whole picture
So much sicker than them niggas, I'm coughing they just got hiccups
KC lights, roll bars on my Chevy pickup
Off-road style, lift kit, heavy duty springs
Stomper tires get it done when the time is crunch like sit-ups
To the challenge I rise, Lamborghini doors
'85 Countach never seen a real road
From the showroom floor to my seven car garage
Got a storage 'cross town with like seven more rides
Tucked inside - that Grand Theft Auto life
Rolling up in my safe house I'm looking down
Done it by my design, refusing to comprimise
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
They saying shit changed 'casue shit changed
Not just the horses in my motor, but the cost for me to show up
I'm a boss, and my whole team fly private
Black cars when we roll up, quarter pounds when we blow up
Hit the ground running
My watch new cause a nigga sound bumping
And ya girlfriend leaving you cause she just wanna be around something
Like playing Xbox and wearing weed socks, speeding 'round stunting
Orderin' thousand dollar room service, rolling weed up by the onion
Ooo I got it made, but I ain't make it on my own
Who would've thought a Pittsburgh nigga would go and buy an LA home
Rolling up papers, turning down favors
All these fake kushes, I got my own flavor
Homie that ain't KK in that brand new bag
Got it made to make that brand new crib
Need a whip to match that brand new car
Thinking maybe Maybach brand new insides
Everything black, young ass nigga blowing OG in the back
Last time you heard from me, I was rolling bud up
Looking dope in my brand new clothes
Eyes closed like someone told 'em to shut up
[Hook]
Revenge And Cake lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Verse 1: 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
That's 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
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
The view from my lair
Will have a married woman playin' truth or dare
At my crib cleanin' rooms in there
So many shoes, you think I buy my shoes a pair
A fuckin' fool, highed up with Pittsburgh pimpin'
Ever since my old crib, splittin' ounces
Goin' half on Chinese food
To flights Hawaiian, a two week cruise excursion
Far from the madness splurging
Learnin' 'bout scuba gear, sting ray sea urchins
Do it for my old heads
Same way they would've done for the OG's before them
They like, "how thick is your skin?"
I been through Hell and back fillin' up the tank for another spin
All the way out there goin' in, cash pourin' in
Gas pedals to the floor in 'em vintage wheel historian
Open the garage door finna bring another in
Follow me as I get high, and ride
In the car I just bought, but I prolly never drive
I heard it's easier that way
My weed is gettin' stronger my Visa is gettin' straight
My whole team is gettin' cake
Call us leaders in the game, niggas follow cause they need us
Ain't just wannabe's they want to be us
That's why they throw our gang up when they see us
Rollin' planes up, hear them niggas who talk the same
But they ain't us
Took my success and I shared it with everyone next to me
So they sayin' that we came up
Got some fire weed and some niggas down to smoke
So we all gon' be high as can be
At that point you aspire to be
Hermes belt, I'm the flyest degree
[Verse 2: Curren$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
For Her lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)
[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Higher than you ever been in your motherfuckin' life nigga
Without even tryin'
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
The game got a grip, never slip
Can tell by the way I got my hands on it
Started at the bottom but now my money is so motherfuckin' tall I can stand on it
Ain't just happened homie I planned on it
You think you better don't just talk 'bout it put some grands on it
Sleep in Cali woke up in France on 'em
Took the life I live chose talk about it now my fans on it
Now is Dior all on my pants homie
Don't know where I'm going my schedule full so I can't call it
So much weed you see all them grams fallin'
Rollin' so much up that my fingers startin' to cramp on me
Hear you talkin' 'bout what I am
On top of that shit you sayin' you gotta say rich as fuck when you mention us
I get a hold of the bombest weed and I twist it up
Them Cadillacs in line out front just to pick us up
[Verse 2: Curren$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 [?] 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
Higher than you ever been in your motherfuckin' life nigga
Without even tryin'
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
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
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
I woke up to a joint, cartoons and cereal
A coupe with zero miles and oatmeal interior
These chicks diggin' my style
I'm sincerely superior to whatever your doing right now
And whatever your plannin' to get into
I'm just clockin' my miles
On the road to these riches, these hoes wavin' and smilin'
But I don't pay 'em no attention, I'm all about my empire
We [?] trying to get bigger, we multiplying in size
These snakes trying to get with us, they lookin' for the co-sign
But a real nigga don't give a fuck, I'm too busy gettin' high
You can hitch a ride on another truck
Now excuse me as I kiss the sky
Peace signs to baby girl before she try to kiss me bye
She miss me like the sun in her eyes, can't catch a pop fly
Kush castles in the sky
The only hassle is when I smash and go she want to cry
I get dressed she wanna know where I'm going and why
Can't deal with that
New Jet City lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
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
[Verse:]
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
I bet you want race it, I went to class with a craftsman who made this
Upper class shit, fresher than mince
At the event, I'm a king, sonning 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 lame's, 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 journal full of shrimp
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
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
[Verse:]
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
I bet you want race it, I went to class with a craftsman who made this
Upper class shit, fresher than mince
At the event, I'm a king, sonning 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 lame's, 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 journal full of shrimp
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$y (feat. Jadakiss)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, cold bottles, hot nights
Long stories, short flights
My turf field territory, everybody got a price
And these are proposal the money to have, people that chose 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, busting 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
Rhyme's lightweight homie, been lifting
International audio dope distributing
Five star restaurant with my house shoes on
Like the jernt of a don, stay out my way from here on
[Hook x2: Curren$y]
Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows
If it ain't about no paper we can't deal with ya'
If you hating we can find some ways to deal with ya'
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
You're a thug but you be around the stars, mad nervous
You ain't got enough bars, bad service
No reception, you claim to be real, that's your perception
It ain't all skill, it's all perfection
I'm the best in, let me make that as clear as my windows
Deeper than rap, niggas know I handle my business
'For the trial even start, I handle the witness
Either way, niggas gon' get it
From sunshine till the storm hit it
I'm out here, hands on with it
I don't love the money, I just get along with it
Turn soft white into hard dope
Bad bitch on a jet watching Argo
That's what it call for, we can all go
I'm just making it clear so that you all know
Nigga
[Hook]
Uh, cold bottles, hot nights
Long stories, short flights
My turf field territory, everybody got a price
And these are proposal the money to have, people that chose disposal
Bitch wake up to a nose full and sneak out on old dude
He been on to her moves but he play it cool
Knowing better than to trust a bitch
Even though she was with him back when he began hustling
Had her tugging greyhound, busting all types of other shit
Know how that old game loop a younger bitch
Same thing, lose a younger bitch
Speed kills and them newer cats is mad quick
Survival of the fittest, niggas need to join a gym
Rhyme's lightweight homie, been lifting
International audio dope distributing
Five star restaurant with my house shoes on
Like the jernt of a don, stay out my way from here on
[Hook x2: Curren$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'
[Verse 2: 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 in, let me make that as clear as my windows
Deeper than rap, niggas know I handle my business
'For the trial even start, I handle the witness
Either way, niggas gon' get it
From sunshine till 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 dope
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
[Hook]
Choosin lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Rick Ross)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
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 nothin', really, you should see me Sunday
I'm from New Orleans, love, so you know how I'm comin'
Hop out that Impala, left the motor runnin'
There's my lil' homies front that store, they ain't gon' touch it
"Spitta, where you goin'?"
I'm finna make the money
I come through in that bread truck, everybody hungry
I be tryna keep it low, but the streets be talkin'
I heard they think I'm sellin' dope, on them walkie-talkies
They worse than them bitches, them bitches be stalkin'
Outside checkin' for which car a nigga parked in
She said she from Belize, but she can speak Ferrari
I roll that tree and write a song about it in the morning
[Hook: Curren$y]
Pull up in that... and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that... and them haters gon' lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Pull up in that... and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that... and them haters gon' lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Pull up pushin' buttons, blowin' OG like it's nothin'
Marijuana fussin', smokin' loud, it's no discussion
Black and yellow, black and yellow, somethin' out of nothin'
Choppers like the Russians, bust your head, that's a concussion
Full-time grinder, all-the-time hustlin'
Bitch I'm from the 'Burg, so you know that I be thuggin'
Made it from the bottom so in God we put our trust in
Certified stoner, get up raw and put a nug in
'Raris, 'raris, 'raris, Lamborghini, hara-kiri
Suicidal doors, tell the owner I said "sorry"
Pull up in that Uno, pockets felt like sumo
Taylor Gang or die, Jet la, la, la, la...
[Hook: Curren$y]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My homies, we sold pills, the motive is chrome wheels
Pullin' up to Club Live, makin' them hoes peel
My niggas was way trill, wardrobe was unreal
My Cuban was Spanish gold, so vintage was my Gazelles
I'm talkin' The Facts of Life, can I just have a slice?
Backseats at the game, 'Bron havin' a night
Let 'em go check the stats, 'cause all I want is the racks
Even movin' the merch, I'm gettin' sixty a hat
MCM on my luggae, Reebok makin' me butter
Be hittin' Cuban cigars, bumbaclot, he think he does this
Double M, we the hottest on the fuckin' turf
I'm goin' straight to Heaven, crib built like a church
[Outro: Curren$y]
Pull up in that... and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that... and them haters gon' lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Daytime - lights on
Hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it
I don't hide, bitch, I'm high when I'm in public
Even in my everyday ride I be stuntin'
This is nothin', really, you should see me Sunday
I'm from New Orleans, love, so you know how I'm comin'
Hop out that Impala, left the motor runnin'
There's my lil' homies front that store, they ain't gon' touch it
"Spitta, where you goin'?"
I'm finna make the money
I come through in that bread truck, everybody hungry
I be tryna keep it low, but the streets be talkin'
I heard they think I'm sellin' dope, on them walkie-talkies
They worse than them bitches, them bitches be stalkin'
Outside checkin' for which car a nigga parked in
She said she from Belize, but she can speak Ferrari
I roll that tree and write a song about it in the morning
[Hook: Curren$y]
Pull up in that... and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that... and them haters gon' lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Pull up in that... and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that... and them haters gon' lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Pull up pushin' buttons, blowin' OG like it's nothin'
Marijuana fussin', smokin' loud, it's no discussion
Black and yellow, black and yellow, somethin' out of nothin'
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 up raw and put a nug in
'Raris, 'raris, 'raris, Lamborghini, hara-kiri
Suicidal doors, tell the owner I said "sorry"
Pull up in that Uno, pockets felt like sumo
Taylor Gang or die, Jet la, la, la, la...
[Hook: Curren$y]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My homies, we sold pills, the motive is chrome wheels
Pullin' up to Club Live, makin' them hoes peel
My niggas was way trill, wardrobe was unreal
My Cuban was Spanish gold, so vintage was my Gazelles
I'm talkin' The Facts of Life, can I just have a slice?
Backseats at the game, 'Bron havin' a night
Let 'em go check the stats, 'cause all I want is the racks
Even movin' the merch, I'm gettin' sixty a hat
MCM on my luggae, Reebok makin' me butter
Be hittin' Cuban cigars, bumbaclot, he think he does this
Double M, we the hottest on the fuckin' turf
I'm goin' straight to Heaven, crib built like a church
[Outro: Curren$y]
Pull up in that... and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that... and them haters gon' lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Sixten Switches lyrics - Curren$y
[Hook: x2]
Sixteen switches still smoking strong on them bitches
Got the Chevy sitting looking like something wrong with it
[Verse:]
Uh, word to this 8-ball hanging from my key ring
Spitta got a thing for mary jane, and Dana Dane's turning lane
Back bumper scraping, purple ghost flames
Only see it when the light hit it right
Painted by them pro's mane' cause I know where to go mane'
High roller sitting low, could enter it in a show, fo' sho'
Chief exporter of that audio dope, as if you didn't know
These niggas try to copy my flow, I switch up on them though
Bitches want the real, them hoes see me, they be tryna' run up like a hill
I be like chill
[Hook]
Sixteen switches still smoking strong on them bitches
Got the Chevy sitting looking like something wrong with it
[Verse:]
Uh, word to this 8-ball hanging from my key ring
Spitta got a thing for mary jane, and Dana Dane's turning lane
Back bumper scraping, purple ghost flames
Only see it when the light hit it right
Painted by them pro's mane' cause I know where to go mane'
High roller sitting low, could enter it in a show, fo' sho'
Chief exporter of that audio dope, as if you didn't know
These niggas try to copy my flow, I switch up on them though
Bitches want the real, them hoes see me, they be tryna' run up like a hill
I be like chill
[Hook]
Three 60 lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Juicy J)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
Got them bitches wanting to fuck, got them haters tryna' fuck with me
Yeah they so persistent with they ignorance
Consistent with this shit, I get a little bit more maticulate
Descriptive when I spit that shit
Nigga we really live in this Jet
It's not fictitious, ask your bitch cause she's been in it
Impressed with how I'm dressed, and this ain't shit b I'm just chilling
I'm never stressed, never let 'em see me sweat
Asking who designed my sweats, examining me like I'm an exhibit
If I grew it how'd I do it, how much was it, where'd I get it
It's sickening but I'm not tripping, love I know how to fix 'em
Broke niggas keep whining so I cop more diamonds
[Hook x2: Curren$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 life will never die
[Bridge x8: Curren$y]
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Juicy J pimp shit hard on a bitch
Toss the draw's of a bitch
Backstage at my show, got two or three hoes that slob on my dick
Take a look at my wrist, you can tell I'm paid
Wrist big as shit, I bet your bitch give me head on stage
Maybach outside, still getting head while I drive
Nigga so high, if I fall off I'm sill gon' land in the sky
Got lean in my cup, a room full of sluts, they all gon' fuck
A girl named Holly, gone on the molly
She gon' wake up with a mouth full of nuts
Curren$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, but smoking on Kryptonite
I'm living that trippy life
Damn right nigga, we don't miss a night
[Hook]
[Bridge]
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 maticulate
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 b I'm just chilling
I'm never stressed, never let 'em see me sweat
Asking who designed my sweats, examining me like I'm an 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
[Hook x2: Curren$y]
All my cars got leather and wood
All my hoes is nine's and dimes
All my clothes, they smell like good
All my days, I'm gon' be high
All my nights I'm looking for the best time I can find
Sleeping when it's over, even though a life will never die
[Bridge x8: Curren$y]
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Juicy J pimp shit hard on a bitch
Toss the draw's of a bitch
Backstage at my show, got two or three hoes that slob on my dick
Take a look at my wrist, you can tell I'm paid
Wrist big as 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$y the Hot Spitta, Juicy J
Double cup full of that UGK
Bitch I shine like a U.V. ray
And I get head like a new toupee
Scared money don't make no money
I make your ho open my door for me
I copped the Phantom, all black
I'm in the back with a snow bunny
Ferrari faster than the roadrunner
I bought that bitch with my show money
Damn right nigga, I paid cash
Yeah ho, I don't owe nothing
I'm feeling like Superman, but smoking on Kryptonite
I'm living that trippy life
Damn right nigga, we don't miss a night
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Living For The City lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse:]
Uh, peanut butter leather
Brown liquor, couple sips, keep it together
Weed lit, sunroof lifted slightly
Gently tail the 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 penthouse's 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
[Outro:]
Living just enough for the
High'd up just enough for the
Living just enough for the
Never gave a, yeah
Uh, peanut butter leather
Brown liquor, couple sips, keep it together
Weed lit, sunroof lifted slightly
Gently tail the 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 penthouse's 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
[Outro:]
Living just enough for the
High'd up just enough for the
Living just enough for the
Never gave a, yeah
Drive lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Styles P)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Dirty ashtrays, empty bottles of champagne,
Tryna find my way in this maze, which is the game
Bitches n gold chains, pistols and diamond rings
More than my fair seen, been on the scene since I've seen
Niggas make green, used my common-sense to seem hella easy
But it took a grip a time pimp, believe me
Just wanted to make moves while my dudes was still alive to see me
Do it like I was doin it for tv
Me and 2 chainz blew hella trees
Take your maserati, hard as I set em' down on chevy seats
Love you dealin' with a G
Your club for audio drugs, 16 bars is a K
1 mixtape is a whole barge, load it down with that sneeze
We record it, we float it in, it's movin' in them streets
The monumental movement got that music for the fiends
Be cautious, this boss shit, be mine for when you speak
Gotta read between them lines to find what's hidden in these beats
[Hook: Curren$y]
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you die.
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, Yeah...
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you died.
It's either how you died or who you killed
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
I used to be that nigga stealin' bicycles
Young fly nigga, til' I die I stay live nigga
So stressed out I used to blaze til' my eyes little
Hella high pimpin' on the corner with them wild niggas
Get rich or die tryin'I got that feelin'
I'm so close to a million, and the Lord is my witness
I swear to God I love her, I'm just bad with commitment
That simply, we smoke till them sandwich bags empty
I burn a joint with Jaz, he talked religion
And I ain't attend church in a minute
Lord know's I need to hear this
But I been like a pilot, plottin' on my paper mission
My hustle game official, I used to hoop like Penny
Was flat broke, no pennies, had henney in my system
Big money on my mental, her ass fat as a hippo
Girl watchu' tryna' get into
From a rental, to a hoop-d, to a benzo my nigga
Oww
[Hook: Curren$y]
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you die.
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, Yeah...
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you died.
It's either how you died or who you killed
[Verse 3: Styles P]
It's either how you died, or who you killed
Where I'm from Niggas tryna move them pills
Niggas push them wheels, one shot pop in the kills
If you rappin' then I hope you get a deal
Nigga, If it's where you live, I'm in the Ritz
In a mansion up state, I'm the shit
If it's where you park, I don't park,
Valet parks for me, team full of shooters on the block that'll spark for me
It ain't what you drive I get drove
Nigga I'm world-wide, across the globe
It ain't what you wear if it was nigga
I wear Nikes, Polos and Jordans my whole life
And Ice
If you ask me it's what you smoke
It it ain't strong get another dose
Ghost
So be careful what you rep
Salute to D-Block and the Jets
Whattup
[Hook: Curren$y]
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you die.
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, Yeah...
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you died.
It's either how you died or who you killed
Dirty ashtrays, empty bottles of champagne,
Tryna find my way in this maze, which is the game
Bitches n gold chains, pistols and diamond rings
More than my fair seen, been on the scene since I've seen
Niggas make green, used my common-sense to seem hella easy
But it took a grip a time pimp, believe me
Just wanted to make moves while my dudes was still alive to see me
Do it like I was doin it for tv
Me and 2 chainz blew hella trees
Take your maserati, hard as I set em' down on chevy seats
Love you dealin' with a G
Your club for audio drugs, 16 bars is a K
1 mixtape is a whole barge, load it down with that sneeze
We record it, we float it in, it's movin' in them streets
The monumental movement got that music for the fiends
Be cautious, this boss shit, be mine for when you speak
Gotta read between them lines to find what's hidden in these beats
[Hook: Curren$y]
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you die.
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, Yeah...
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you died.
It's either how you died or who you killed
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
I used to be that nigga stealin' bicycles
Young fly nigga, til' I die I stay live nigga
So stressed out I used to blaze til' my eyes little
Hella high pimpin' on the corner with them wild niggas
Get rich or die tryin'I got that feelin'
I'm so close to a million, and the Lord is my witness
I swear to God I love her, I'm just bad with commitment
That simply, we smoke till them sandwich bags empty
I burn a joint with Jaz, he talked religion
And I ain't attend church in a minute
Lord know's I need to hear this
But I been like a pilot, plottin' on my paper mission
My hustle game official, I used to hoop like Penny
Was flat broke, no pennies, had henney in my system
Big money on my mental, her ass fat as a hippo
Girl watchu' tryna' get into
From a rental, to a hoop-d, to a benzo my nigga
Oww
[Hook: Curren$y]
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you die.
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, Yeah...
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you died.
It's either how you died or who you killed
[Verse 3: Styles P]
It's either how you died, or who you killed
Where I'm from Niggas tryna move them pills
Niggas push them wheels, one shot pop in the kills
If you rappin' then I hope you get a deal
Nigga, If it's where you live, I'm in the Ritz
In a mansion up state, I'm the shit
If it's where you park, I don't park,
Valet parks for me, team full of shooters on the block that'll spark for me
It ain't what you drive I get drove
Nigga I'm world-wide, across the globe
It ain't what you wear if it was nigga
I wear Nikes, Polos and Jordans my whole life
And Ice
If you ask me it's what you smoke
It it ain't strong get another dose
Ghost
So be careful what you rep
Salute to D-Block and the Jets
Whattup
[Hook: Curren$y]
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you die.
It's either how you died or who you killed
Nigga, Yeah...
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you died.
It's either how you died or who you killed
Bitch Get Up lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Juvenile)
[Hook: x15]
Get up bitch
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Back of the spot, smoked out, that's how you find me
Weed clouds around me, bad bitch on the side of me
Say she wearing shades so she can watch her nigga shining
Bottom bitch come out on top, cause she really riding
Know them tires sliding, fastest thing in the parking lot, that's mine mama
Now gon' get inside it
Wave bye to your partners, windows clearer than Vodka
Only tinted my silver Bentley that came with a driver
Back at the crib, ran through hella bitches in that walk in shower
Try to be lowkey, but they get smashed too good
They go to talking about it
Her best friend looking for me, when she say me I was hopping
Out of that uh... she ain't know what it was but I was looking like drugs to her
And the fur lay, paid
Polar bear skin rug love, you tryna' do
Say what?
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
My neck game be moon walking, wrist game be bus stopping
Earrings be two stepping, tee game be pussy popping
Smoke good, feel good, walk right, swag up
Money right, stacked up, now whoop this nigga want act up?
I'm thugged out in this bitch, got a whole club on my wrist
Money, women, and fast cars, I love all of that shit
Whatever you heard about a real nigga, I does all of that shit
East, west, out mid-west, got plugs in all of that shit
But Uptown's my stomping, dope game be jumping
And we got whatever you need it, all depends on who want some
Glock next to my johnson, big dog on my function
Ice game like hockey, I'm confident and I'm cocky
I got Benjamin's in my pocket, credit cards in my wallet
A bitch on my dick, and she bouncing up, hydraulic
Then that ho told me she love me, I told her bitch you lying
You don't like me, it's the money
You say that shit all the time
[Hook]
Get up bitch
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Back of the spot, smoked out, that's how you find me
Weed clouds around me, bad bitch on the side of me
Say she wearing shades so she can watch her nigga shining
Bottom bitch come out on top, cause she really riding
Know them tires sliding, fastest thing in the parking lot, that's mine mama
Now gon' get inside it
Wave bye to your partners, windows clearer than Vodka
Only tinted my silver Bentley that came with a driver
Back at the crib, ran through hella bitches in that walk in shower
Try to be lowkey, but they get smashed too good
They go to talking about it
Her best friend looking for me, when she say me I was hopping
Out of that uh... she ain't know what it was but I was looking like drugs to her
And the fur lay, paid
Polar bear skin rug love, you tryna' do
Say what?
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
My neck game be moon walking, wrist game be bus stopping
Earrings be two stepping, tee game be pussy popping
Smoke good, feel good, walk right, swag up
Money right, stacked up, now whoop this nigga want act up?
I'm thugged out in this bitch, got a whole club on my wrist
Money, women, and fast cars, I love all of that shit
Whatever you heard about a real nigga, I does all of that shit
East, west, out mid-west, got plugs in all of that shit
But Uptown's my stomping, dope game be jumping
And we got whatever you need it, all depends on who want some
Glock next to my johnson, big dog on my function
Ice game like hockey, I'm confident and I'm cocky
I got Benjamin's in my pocket, credit cards in my wallet
A bitch on my dick, and she bouncing up, hydraulic
Then that ho told me she love me, I told her bitch you lying
You don't like me, it's the money
You say that shit all the time
[Hook]
Coolie In The Cut lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, I got my California green and my New York bitch
My new car clean, you should see that bit
Jet Life do they thing, every boss get rich
Bringing ounces, only personal's get lit
Been doing this, ever since I touched my first scent
I was hella bent on touching that wealth, bitch
Now I'm toasting to my health, making them niggas sick
By myself, top shelf, where the best sit, uh
Gucci gloves on my fingers
Pointing to the man and I see him in the mirror
High ass, money making, wrist taking
Niggas hating, Chevy skating, fresh from the weed now
Ready for that wake n' bake
[Hook x2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as fuck
Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough
Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust
Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once
Cause I be
[Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
All I got in this world, is my balls and my word
A few pounds of the herb, four dimes and six birds
In that zammy I swerve, out in New Orleans I'm boss
My eastside niggas say word, getting it like the first and the third
Now when it come to my pockets, it's a must I see profit
Mingo Barnes I'm the man, smoking grams, counting grands
Nice kicks, I'm the shit, stupid bitch get off of my dick
You niggas nosy like chicks, air hustling all in my mix
Catch me riding 'round with my tops down
Smoking on that kill, you know my weed loud
Mingle baby, real nigga, you can't keep down
I'm too high, eyes low, you know I'm cheifed out
[Hook]
Uh, I got my California green and my New York bitch
My new car clean, you should see that bit
Jet Life do they thing, every boss get rich
Bringing ounces, only personal's get lit
Been doing this, ever since I touched my first scent
I was hella bent on touching that wealth, bitch
Now I'm toasting to my health, making them niggas sick
By myself, top shelf, where the best sit, uh
Gucci gloves on my fingers
Pointing to the man and I see him in the mirror
High ass, money making, wrist taking
Niggas hating, Chevy skating, fresh from the weed now
Ready for that wake n' bake
[Hook x2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as fuck
Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough
Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust
Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once
Cause I be
[Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
All I got in this world, is my balls and my word
A few pounds of the herb, four dimes and six birds
In that zammy I swerve, out in New Orleans I'm boss
My eastside niggas say word, getting it like the first and the third
Now when it come to my pockets, it's a must I see profit
Mingo Barnes I'm the man, smoking grams, counting grands
Nice kicks, I'm the shit, stupid bitch get off of my dick
You niggas nosy like chicks, air hustling all in my mix
Catch me riding 'round with my tops down
Smoking on that kill, you know my weed loud
Mingle baby, real nigga, you can't keep down
I'm too high, eyes low, you know I'm cheifed out
[Hook]
Mary lyrics -Curren$y
[Verse:]
First thing when I wake up
I say my prayers, then I blaze up
A plate of breakfast that my girl chef'd up
Morning pretty with no make up, yup
Now that I'm woken I'm smoking, layered my body in clothing
Chevrolet doors open, Forgiato's rolling
On the interstate like niggas was shooting at your homie
Zooming in and out of lanes, booming under U.G.K.
Got both my phones with me, hit me if it's 'bout some cake
Soldier about face, I'm colder than ice age
I'm polar, I'm frozen, I'm golden, my name say
That I'm all about my money, put some racks up everyday
In the studio get Pluto high, we lay tracks everyday
Mucho loot though, if you grind for it mane'
Get some shine for ya' mane', but that money just ain't gonna wait around for ya' mane'
Tell your bitch to roll up something if she ride for ya' mane
Otherwise you gotta kick that ho off the side of ya' mane
Outside of your mane', tell them niggas that you with
Ain't no more crying 'bout it mane, planning, never taking action
Pocket full of lint, wondering why this shit ain't happen
Homie that don't make no sense
Niggas on this side be stacking, every tape a brick
And we treat this shit just like it's trapping
And I'm getting rich, you can tell from the strength
Of the scent, of what I just lit but I would never pass it
First thing when I wake up
I say my prayers, then I blaze up
Get dressed sharp as a razor
And then it's back to getting cake bruh'
[Outro: x4]
Oh mary, mary, mary
First thing when I wake up
I say my prayers, then I blaze up
A plate of breakfast that my girl chef'd up
Morning pretty with no make up, yup
Now that I'm woken I'm smoking, layered my body in clothing
Chevrolet doors open, Forgiato's rolling
On the interstate like niggas was shooting at your homie
Zooming in and out of lanes, booming under U.G.K.
Got both my phones with me, hit me if it's 'bout some cake
Soldier about face, I'm colder than ice age
I'm polar, I'm frozen, I'm golden, my name say
That I'm all about my money, put some racks up everyday
In the studio get Pluto high, we lay tracks everyday
Mucho loot though, if you grind for it mane'
Get some shine for ya' mane', but that money just ain't gonna wait around for ya' mane'
Tell your bitch to roll up something if she ride for ya' mane
Otherwise you gotta kick that ho off the side of ya' mane
Outside of your mane', tell them niggas that you with
Ain't no more crying 'bout it mane, planning, never taking action
Pocket full of lint, wondering why this shit ain't happen
Homie that don't make no sense
Niggas on this side be stacking, every tape a brick
And we treat this shit just like it's trapping
And I'm getting rich, you can tell from the strength
Of the scent, of what I just lit but I would never pass it
First thing when I wake up
I say my prayers, then I blaze up
Get dressed sharp as a razor
And then it's back to getting cake bruh'
[Outro: x4]
Oh mary, mary, mary
Purple Haze lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Lloyd & Trinidad James)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
The four-one done, another one rolled up
I don't sip lean, but baby girl pour it up
Baby doll, I met her in H-Town
Counting paper like mine, baby girl a gold mine, fo' sho'
We can take it all over in no time
Bake up cake and go lay up, that's no lie
She like damn homeboy, you really living out your rhymes
I'm like yeah, that other shit ain't rap, that's fairy tales
I'm showing my flow, show, sea shells
Drug dealer fortress, got this from legal retail
Sitting on the porch, cone lit, flipping the torch
Seconds later after that I'm sitting in the Porsche
With the racing exhaust, I take your bitch away from you
She take some days off, I put them jams on, she take her clothes off
She perform for a Jet, put on for our set, I roll up the next
[Hook: Lloyd]
Purple haze, and codeine
And my baby girl, is all I need
Number nine, I'm on the fly
And I'm feeling so high, [?] don't pull me down
[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
She pick me up and took me on a trip that I've never been
And when she looking up, baby girl I'm going in
She say, no-oh-oh, but I know you ain't shit
Your whip is just a slave ship, and I'm not no bitch to play with
You better watch your [?] play
I laughed when I took her back [?] serious
Cause her heart is very cold, and the warmth up in her soul
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
These riches never change, only the souls
They will leave you in the rain, no raincoat
She said she met Spitta, I guess the plane caught
[?] sweater, and the weed I bought
Play my heart, lay my heart
Play my heart, I had to let you know
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lloyd]
Oh, kush got me gone
Feeling so high, got me so blown
And the shit that I'm on, is cloud number nine, but six be my song
Twenty-one guns, kissing on my lips, blowing smoke in my lungs
Twenty-one drums, the heat's on my side in case a nigga want some
But I don't wanna fuss or fight, I just wanna chill tonight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life
Drop a little pink in my Sprite
Pop another pill and take flight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life
[Hook]
The four-one done, another one rolled up
I don't sip lean, but baby girl pour it up
Baby doll, I met her in H-Town
Counting paper like mine, baby girl a gold mine, fo' sho'
We can take it all over in no time
Bake up cake and go lay up, that's no lie
She like damn homeboy, you really living out your rhymes
I'm like yeah, that other shit ain't rap, that's fairy tales
I'm showing my flow, show, sea shells
Drug dealer fortress, got this from legal retail
Sitting on the porch, cone lit, flipping the torch
Seconds later after that I'm sitting in the Porsche
With the racing exhaust, I take your bitch away from you
She take some days off, I put them jams on, she take her clothes off
She perform for a Jet, put on for our set, I roll up the next
[Hook: Lloyd]
Purple haze, and codeine
And my baby girl, is all I need
Number nine, I'm on the fly
And I'm feeling so high, [?] don't pull me down
[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
She pick me up and took me on a trip that I've never been
And when she looking up, baby girl I'm going in
She say, no-oh-oh, but I know you ain't shit
Your whip is just a slave ship, and I'm not no bitch to play with
You better watch your [?] play
I laughed when I took her back [?] serious
Cause her heart is very cold, and the warmth up in her soul
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
These riches never change, only the souls
They will leave you in the rain, no raincoat
She said she met Spitta, I guess the plane caught
[?] sweater, and the weed I bought
Play my heart, lay my heart
Play my heart, I had to let you know
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lloyd]
Oh, kush got me gone
Feeling so high, got me so blown
And the shit that I'm on, is cloud number nine, but six be my song
Twenty-one guns, kissing on my lips, blowing smoke in my lungs
Twenty-one drums, the heat's on my side in case a nigga want some
But I don't wanna fuss or fight, I just wanna chill tonight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life
Drop a little pink in my Sprite
Pop another pill and take flight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life
[Hook]
These Bitches lyrics - Curren$y (feat. French Montana)
[Hook: French Montana]
On it, your bitch calling
Said she on a pill and she rolling, dog
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
Bitches sucking over, no hand
She want me spend this cash all on her
I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Too much gone, all to think about
I just need some good head, baby think it out
I slam doors on your favorite whore's
Niggas lost and won, some niggas won and lost
Can't run, nigga pray
Toast up for my niggas, make a milli' off a day
Them nightmares come true fast
Shining on your T.V. nigga, newsflash
School of hard knock, pocket all knots
In that small box, making young niggas roll fast
Montana, fast money with a slow ass
You fuck niggas stinking with your old ass
What's in my pocket is your hoes?
I'm riding slow, these niggas talking fast
Rolling, nigga popped a pill and I'm rolling
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Six-hundred a bottle, bring ten
No sparkler's, too much attention
Drawing stalkers, bitches be fishing for baller's
I'm bossing, New Orleans
Ferrari's, Bentley's
To Monte Carlo's, El Camino's, Impala's
Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning
Penthouse, hotel room cards
Big dog, underground rap star, I can't lay down
Too long baby, plus I know your mans at home going crazy
And in my world you know the game ain't waiting
For no nigga putting pussy before paper's
So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up
I hate to be the reason you and old boy breakup
I wake up, bake up
Night time, smoke the stage up, counting cake up, good time
Oh my Montana, Andretti coke wave
Jet Life
[Hook]
On it, your bitch calling
Said she on a pill and she rolling, dog
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
Bitches sucking over, no hand
She want me spend this cash all on her
I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Too much gone, all to think about
I just need some good head, baby think it out
I slam doors on your favorite whore's
Niggas lost and won, some niggas won and lost
Can't run, nigga pray
Toast up for my niggas, make a milli' off a day
Them nightmares come true fast
Shining on your T.V. nigga, newsflash
School of hard knock, pocket all knots
In that small box, making young niggas roll fast
Montana, fast money with a slow ass
You fuck niggas stinking with your old ass
What's in my pocket is your hoes?
I'm riding slow, these niggas talking fast
Rolling, nigga popped a pill and I'm rolling
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Six-hundred a bottle, bring ten
No sparkler's, too much attention
Drawing stalkers, bitches be fishing for baller's
I'm bossing, New Orleans
Ferrari's, Bentley's
To Monte Carlo's, El Camino's, Impala's
Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning
Penthouse, hotel room cards
Big dog, underground rap star, I can't lay down
Too long baby, plus I know your mans at home going crazy
And in my world you know the game ain't waiting
For no nigga putting pussy before paper's
So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up
I hate to be the reason you and old boy breakup
I wake up, bake up
Night time, smoke the stage up, counting cake up, good time
Oh my Montana, Andretti coke wave
Jet Life
[Hook]
Moe Chettah lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, rub my back while I rap bitch
Jet Life, joints look like bats
You know what that is, homicide, kamikaze high, not giving a shit
Never die, this'll go on for years
Multiply, legacy of the fly
Pedigree champion blood line, the big dog got the big yard
Behind a big crib, big garage, a fleet of ten cars
Shake the devil off, angel on the hood
In that, looking good in that
Roger would've had if you was just good and rapped
Look at that, after all she did he done took her back
That's real love, exactly how I feel about them stacks
Addicted to that money, it took me under like crack
I chase it like it's running from me all over the map
I'll go to it's at, if you my bro we can split it in half
[Hook:]
Moe' betta', moe' chettah'
I smoke betta', then those fella's
Ho you should know betta'
Don't test us, we professional
No audio dope sellers
Don't tell 'em, they'll get so jealous
Moe betta', moe' chettah'
[Verse 2:]
Sitting in the Porsche parked outside of the port
Overseeing the airport process, let my bitches sort it out at the fort
Back at the set, they get wet from the sound of my engine
My design in women
Two in the kitchen, the other two in the pool nude
But far too fine for me to say they skinny dipping
I never been in a position where I didn't come out winning
Even if I was losing in the beginning
Stuck with it, now I'm up shifting
That three twenty-eight, game crooked but the paper straight
Got them bitches looking, yup
[Hook]
Yeah, rub my back while I rap bitch
Jet Life, joints look like bats
You know what that is, homicide, kamikaze high, not giving a shit
Never die, this'll go on for years
Multiply, legacy of the fly
Pedigree champion blood line, the big dog got the big yard
Behind a big crib, big garage, a fleet of ten cars
Shake the devil off, angel on the hood
In that, looking good in that
Roger would've had if you was just good and rapped
Look at that, after all she did he done took her back
That's real love, exactly how I feel about them stacks
Addicted to that money, it took me under like crack
I chase it like it's running from me all over the map
I'll go to it's at, if you my bro we can split it in half
[Hook:]
Moe' betta', moe' chettah'
I smoke betta', then those fella's
Ho you should know betta'
Don't test us, we professional
No audio dope sellers
Don't tell 'em, they'll get so jealous
Moe betta', moe' chettah'
[Verse 2:]
Sitting in the Porsche parked outside of the port
Overseeing the airport process, let my bitches sort it out at the fort
Back at the set, they get wet from the sound of my engine
My design in women
Two in the kitchen, the other two in the pool nude
But far too fine for me to say they skinny dipping
I never been in a position where I didn't come out winning
Even if I was losing in the beginning
Stuck with it, now I'm up shifting
That three twenty-eight, game crooked but the paper straight
Got them bitches looking, yup
[Hook]
New Program lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Intro:]
Time's like these people wanna get high
Real high and real fast
And this is gonna do it
And make us rich
[Verse: Young Roddy]
Until I make that double X.L., them critics tell me I ain't nice
Said I ain't doing it right until I cop myself some ice
But I'm a blood diamond, either way I shine bright
I break bread with my family, even if it was a slice
But I'm working on my loaf, being broke ain't no joke
Before this rap shit I used to hit the flyest hoes
Way before this rap shit my good game been Polo
And they tell my I ain't shit until I'm sitting on twenty-four's
Ain't that cold, getting whipped over with a trunk full of O's
He on his last leg, three strikes plus parole
That's just another story 'bout a kid who tryna' blow
No Bruce Leroy but bet this ghetto boy glow
And I'm the people's choice, bet I make 'em pass the torch
The ball in my court, free my niggas who got court
I'm riding on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
You know, us against the world, me and my girl, and I'm out
[?]
Time's like these people wanna get high
Real high and real fast
And this is gonna do it
And make us rich
[Verse: Young Roddy]
Until I make that double X.L., them critics tell me I ain't nice
Said I ain't doing it right until I cop myself some ice
But I'm a blood diamond, either way I shine bright
I break bread with my family, even if it was a slice
But I'm working on my loaf, being broke ain't no joke
Before this rap shit I used to hit the flyest hoes
Way before this rap shit my good game been Polo
And they tell my I ain't shit until I'm sitting on twenty-four's
Ain't that cold, getting whipped over with a trunk full of O's
He on his last leg, three strikes plus parole
That's just another story 'bout a kid who tryna' blow
No Bruce Leroy but bet this ghetto boy glow
And I'm the people's choice, bet I make 'em pass the torch
The ball in my court, free my niggas who got court
I'm riding on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
You know, us against the world, me and my girl, and I'm out
[?]
freEP: "Spitta Andretti: 3 Piece Set / A Closed Session" (2012) (with THELONIOUS MARTIN)
- Pick N Roll lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
- Can't Get Out lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
- Yella Cab lyrics - Curren$y
Pick N Roll lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
2001 True Blues, some high end denim
Cost a lil grip, them motherfuckahs won't bleed on my shoes
Excuse me if I'm steppin on your image
Wake up and smell this pimpin
These bitches gettin dazed and confused
But I can show em where to get it
And what to do with it
I just gotta see how much I fuck with you
And if you deserve to live this
Jet Life shit you hear about in them songs when you be chillin
Smokin somethin strong for the long lost
Never got to see the boy grow up, become his own boss
It's all good though, I'm doin this for ya'll
In that Flying Spur bumpin that Soulja Slim, Give It 2 Em Raw
Rockin the fur and the white t-shirt, chinchilla with a lil hood on it
Hoes be wantin to feel on it, chill homie
She chose a G, nigga, with a bag of that Kill Bill on him
[Hook: Curren$y]
I swear this is like when
Birdie and them walked in the gym on Above the Rim
Bitches noticing
Rolex watch, bracelet, frozen limbs
They takin pictures we don't pose for them
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Fuck around, Fuck around like Jimmy Two-Times
Props to my girls that act their age and not their shoe-size
I used to get it for the low without no coupon
The smallest nigga on the block, shawty doo-wop
Rule 1: never trust no bitch, get yo loot up
True dat, now they on my dick since I grew up
Hold on, shawty wanna bone since I blew up
I knew it, I been through hell but still I'm coolin
With no Nike deal, I do it, a beast in the lane like Pat Ewing
I coach em, I school em, they need it
I blaze a L for my nigga whooly, I see ya
I'm fresh in my adidas, I'm tryna duck the evils
I'm tryna dodge the reaper, I'm like Hugo bout his reefer
I'm tryna make a killin on this road to the riches
Tryna make a profit, blow money in my closet
[Hook]
2001 True Blues, some high end denim
Cost a lil grip, them motherfuckahs won't bleed on my shoes
Excuse me if I'm steppin on your image
Wake up and smell this pimpin
These bitches gettin dazed and confused
But I can show em where to get it
And what to do with it
I just gotta see how much I fuck with you
And if you deserve to live this
Jet Life shit you hear about in them songs when you be chillin
Smokin somethin strong for the long lost
Never got to see the boy grow up, become his own boss
It's all good though, I'm doin this for ya'll
In that Flying Spur bumpin that Soulja Slim, Give It 2 Em Raw
Rockin the fur and the white t-shirt, chinchilla with a lil hood on it
Hoes be wantin to feel on it, chill homie
She chose a G, nigga, with a bag of that Kill Bill on him
[Hook: Curren$y]
I swear this is like when
Birdie and them walked in the gym on Above the Rim
Bitches noticing
Rolex watch, bracelet, frozen limbs
They takin pictures we don't pose for them
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Fuck around, Fuck around like Jimmy Two-Times
Props to my girls that act their age and not their shoe-size
I used to get it for the low without no coupon
The smallest nigga on the block, shawty doo-wop
Rule 1: never trust no bitch, get yo loot up
True dat, now they on my dick since I grew up
Hold on, shawty wanna bone since I blew up
I knew it, I been through hell but still I'm coolin
With no Nike deal, I do it, a beast in the lane like Pat Ewing
I coach em, I school em, they need it
I blaze a L for my nigga whooly, I see ya
I'm fresh in my adidas, I'm tryna duck the evils
I'm tryna dodge the reaper, I'm like Hugo bout his reefer
I'm tryna make a killin on this road to the riches
Tryna make a profit, blow money in my closet
[Hook]
Can't Get Out lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I never seen myself being a broke nigga
I'm never seen in the company of no ho niggas
One of the bosses that could send an order
But I get out of the car, do it on my own, nigga
Think when Frank White send the hit on Chinatown Larry
Jumped out of that black-on-black, rat-a-tated
The enemy's main bitch was the first one that he let have it
My brother always strapped, I don't like guns too much
But see, he love me to death so I guess that's why he bought me one
Them haters be watching you son
Don't trip, we be watchin' them
So they'll never get the drop
Top in the trunk, smelling like a skunk
Looking like one too, racing stripes
Looking like coke lines runnin' across my coupe
Way higher than you
Bitch on the phone tellin' you something that's not true
Jet Life always coming up
Looking like a million plus when I'm coming through
[Hook: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, life
I can't get in and I can't get out
I can't get out and I can't get in
La, la, la, la, la, la
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Life
And they never know my next move, I leave them clueless
They praying that I fall off, they must be foolish
But the shit I'm talking about, I really do this
Truly, I'm a mad buddha abuser, my nigga
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no U-Haul, but I keep it moving
On my mission to the top, let's fuck them losers
No more Young Roddy, Young Ro the Ruler
Peep how I maneuver through this manure
I'm talking two hoes in my two door
But usually I ride solo
And this time I'm going for the dust, though
In HD, I've seen niggas cut throat
And if you don't know, and if you must know
I drop my jewels like a klutz, though
But I'm still fly like I'm nuts, though
And the fast money still give me a rush, my nigga
And I still got the will to go and get it
In the streets, I'm a gorilla
Hustle hard from dawn to dusk, my nigga
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I never seen myself being a broke nigga
I'm never seen in the company of no ho niggas
One of the bosses that could send an order
But I get out of the car, do it on my own, nigga
Think when Frank White send the hit on Chinatown Larry
Jumped out of that black-on-black, rat-a-tated
The enemy's main bitch was the first one that he let have it
My brother always strapped, I don't like guns too much
But see, he love me to death so I guess that's why he bought me one
Them haters be watching you son
Don't trip, we be watchin' them
So they'll never get the drop
Top in the trunk, smelling like a skunk
Looking like one too, racing stripes
Looking like coke lines runnin' across my coupe
Way higher than you
Bitch on the phone tellin' you something that's not true
Jet Life always coming up
Looking like a million plus when I'm coming through
[Hook: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, life
I can't get in and I can't get out
I can't get out and I can't get in
La, la, la, la, la, la
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Life
And they never know my next move, I leave them clueless
They praying that I fall off, they must be foolish
But the shit I'm talking about, I really do this
Truly, I'm a mad buddha abuser, my nigga
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no U-Haul, but I keep it moving
On my mission to the top, let's fuck them losers
No more Young Roddy, Young Ro the Ruler
Peep how I maneuver through this manure
I'm talking two hoes in my two door
But usually I ride solo
And this time I'm going for the dust, though
In HD, I've seen niggas cut throat
And if you don't know, and if you must know
I drop my jewels like a klutz, though
But I'm still fly like I'm nuts, though
And the fast money still give me a rush, my nigga
And I still got the will to go and get it
In the streets, I'm a gorilla
Hustle hard from dawn to dusk, my nigga
Yella Cab lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse: Curren$y]
When I wrote this I was floating
Envisioning myself on the interstate ridin' and obviously smoking
Luxury sedan with the moonroof open
Inspiration for little niggas to zoom in and get focused
These girls just wanna go zoomin' in that Porsche 924 Turbo
Got it from an auction, celebrity owner
Might have been Sylvester Stallone, you never know, bruh
At least that's what I'm gonna tell these hoes, bruh
Season 5, that's what I call my newest flow
These spiders have yet to successfully clone my Season 4
Shut my sliding door, lighters up, let's go
Then light another chronic TKO
I gonna send my down bitch to the store
You know what I like
When you get back, I have four rolled
Fo sho, ugh
[Hook: x2]
Smoking a jernt in a yella cab
Leaving Saks 5th Ave, hella bags
Bitch hella bad
I'm a tell that driver to go hella fast
Back to the crib, fly as a helipad
Yeah, bitch yeah
When I wrote this I was floating
Envisioning myself on the interstate ridin' and obviously smoking
Luxury sedan with the moonroof open
Inspiration for little niggas to zoom in and get focused
These girls just wanna go zoomin' in that Porsche 924 Turbo
Got it from an auction, celebrity owner
Might have been Sylvester Stallone, you never know, bruh
At least that's what I'm gonna tell these hoes, bruh
Season 5, that's what I call my newest flow
These spiders have yet to successfully clone my Season 4
Shut my sliding door, lighters up, let's go
Then light another chronic TKO
I gonna send my down bitch to the store
You know what I like
When you get back, I have four rolled
Fo sho, ugh
[Hook: x2]
Smoking a jernt in a yella cab
Leaving Saks 5th Ave, hella bags
Bitch hella bad
I'm a tell that driver to go hella fast
Back to the crib, fly as a helipad
Yeah, bitch yeah
mixtape: "Priest Andretti" (2012)
- Contacts lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Fiend)
- Money Machine Part 2 lyrics - Curren$y
- Max Julien lyrics - Curren$y
- Motion lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Cornerboy P)
- Feelin Like lyrics - Curren$y
- Trip To London lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
- Stainless lyrics - Curren$y
- Talk My Shit lyrics - Curren$y
- Payroll lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
- 2Much lyrics - Curren$y
- Boss Dealings lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Noreaga Styles P)
- Cleopatra Zones lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
- For Seasons lyrics - Curren$y (feat. King Chip)
- Light Snax lyrics - Curren$y
Contacts lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Fiend)
[Intro: From the movie "Super Fly"]
"You want a blow? "
"Are you going to leave? "
"Yup... I got to make a pick-up"
"Will you be back soon? Are you coming back soon Priest?"
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Meeting of the Five families, brung a little jewelry through
Them niggas bring their hoes with em, they be staring at me
Baby that fool that you with don't compare him to me
We in the same business but them boys ain't up on they business
I'm a busy man and I own a couple businesses
Might could loan a business to my homie if he want it
But we all bosses and he got his own shit
Weed so strong you need a weight belt to hit it
I take that bitch mind like the hypnotist
Fuck her brains out she hit the mall and buy me shit
High as fuck, 'bout it, 'bout it
Brung her 'round some other girls, I got her tryin shit
The shy shell, she came right out of it
After we all came, I was counting again
Back at the money mountain, praying and plotting
On ways to get it all without them trying to stop it
[Hook:]
No time for these bitches and they know that
Dollar signs in my eyes the money contacts
You could catch a contact high bitch how bomb am I?
Like the weed hit the music this how them G's ride... JET LIFE
Like the weed hit the music this how them G's ride... JET LIFE
[Verse 2: Trademark]
You know how the game go, I be highed up up on the same ol'
Trademark AKA Flamingo
I still don't fuck with no lame hoes, make change when I change flows
Which hoes like I change clothes, I got dough but I want more
Same youngin from the corner store, tryna get it on the low
Jet life to the next life, that's the only thing I'm living for
Money over bitches, that's all this young nigga know
Slamming coupe doors, rolling on them 24s
Outfit was four G's, but I ain't stuntin whore please
Nothing flyer than the SV this JLR
And my SB's read FB, say no more
I been hustling, got 200 racks in the floor
With a hundred more in the armoire past the corridor
I'm stackin, when it comes to racks I tell em pour it on
All I see is dollars, it's only thing I'm focused on
Only mils can save me, I done reached a point of no return
Life
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Fiend]
Niggas strong like a hundred proof liquor, an onion is a zipper
Ask around town we the niggas, the nigga nigga
Motivated by money you know the streets be dummy
Bet nobody gon' run me, don't end the permanent gumby
Paper still rap from the mud 'cause we've been dug it up
Buttons still spin on these cars, oh we just crushing her
Latest of the latest, you in the presence of greatness
For pussy he got pages, me I'm usually one they chasing
Break bread like white Jesus, on methadone, she need this
It was pounds of weed before your features
Ballies on my feet for the night's that it was all for the cheese
Impala on D's, Harbor Mall spending G's
By any means Fiend sheesh
Tree look purpish, gold links Turkish
We ain't at the Dart girl, but this babe know how to twerk it
And that thing with her tongue, she could probably join the circus
Dice hand, super swag, can't bitches serve it
[Hook]
"You want a blow? "
"Are you going to leave? "
"Yup... I got to make a pick-up"
"Will you be back soon? Are you coming back soon Priest?"
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Meeting of the Five families, brung a little jewelry through
Them niggas bring their hoes with em, they be staring at me
Baby that fool that you with don't compare him to me
We in the same business but them boys ain't up on they business
I'm a busy man and I own a couple businesses
Might could loan a business to my homie if he want it
But we all bosses and he got his own shit
Weed so strong you need a weight belt to hit it
I take that bitch mind like the hypnotist
Fuck her brains out she hit the mall and buy me shit
High as fuck, 'bout it, 'bout it
Brung her 'round some other girls, I got her tryin shit
The shy shell, she came right out of it
After we all came, I was counting again
Back at the money mountain, praying and plotting
On ways to get it all without them trying to stop it
[Hook:]
No time for these bitches and they know that
Dollar signs in my eyes the money contacts
You could catch a contact high bitch how bomb am I?
Like the weed hit the music this how them G's ride... JET LIFE
Like the weed hit the music this how them G's ride... JET LIFE
[Verse 2: Trademark]
You know how the game go, I be highed up up on the same ol'
Trademark AKA Flamingo
I still don't fuck with no lame hoes, make change when I change flows
Which hoes like I change clothes, I got dough but I want more
Same youngin from the corner store, tryna get it on the low
Jet life to the next life, that's the only thing I'm living for
Money over bitches, that's all this young nigga know
Slamming coupe doors, rolling on them 24s
Outfit was four G's, but I ain't stuntin whore please
Nothing flyer than the SV this JLR
And my SB's read FB, say no more
I been hustling, got 200 racks in the floor
With a hundred more in the armoire past the corridor
I'm stackin, when it comes to racks I tell em pour it on
All I see is dollars, it's only thing I'm focused on
Only mils can save me, I done reached a point of no return
Life
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Fiend]
Niggas strong like a hundred proof liquor, an onion is a zipper
Ask around town we the niggas, the nigga nigga
Motivated by money you know the streets be dummy
Bet nobody gon' run me, don't end the permanent gumby
Paper still rap from the mud 'cause we've been dug it up
Buttons still spin on these cars, oh we just crushing her
Latest of the latest, you in the presence of greatness
For pussy he got pages, me I'm usually one they chasing
Break bread like white Jesus, on methadone, she need this
It was pounds of weed before your features
Ballies on my feet for the night's that it was all for the cheese
Impala on D's, Harbor Mall spending G's
By any means Fiend sheesh
Tree look purpish, gold links Turkish
We ain't at the Dart girl, but this babe know how to twerk it
And that thing with her tongue, she could probably join the circus
Dice hand, super swag, can't bitches serve it
[Hook]
Money Machine Part 2 lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro: from "Super Fly"]
"Fat Freddie man..."
"What's the matter with the fat man?"
"The dude ain't got your money...
He's been all stretched out, like he's come in some money or somethin"
"That's his ass"
"He's good for it. It's that bitch of his that's the problem"
"I got 50 men out on the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve
Is that it, is that what you're telling me dude?"
Money machine, yeah
Do you even what the money machine sound like?
Money machine, haha, yeh,.. nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1:]
On, on, break of dawn
Can't stop nigga too hot early morn
I'm at the rim shop, fool, I really be on, my Chip Foose shit
Sketch it out and put it together, I really do this
Driving gloves Louis Vuitton, my shoes is
Glued to the pedal, press to the metal, I'm moving
Jets in the house bitch, you ain't help us move in
So why you got your hands out now stupid
Had you played your role
You would have got your credit at the end of the movie
Listening to them hoes, you on Front Street
Swimming in blood soaked clothes
Bitch it's shark week, ho you lunch meat
You thinking I'm somethin' sweet, got me confused
With the cotton candy hues on my 83
Diamonds against my wood, lighting one up for Pimp C
Riding with no tint to let them hoes know this
Smoke it, yeah
[Hook:]
Money machine
Nigga you can count on
Money machine (money machine)
You can count on
[Verse 2:]
High rises, wise guysing
Mob wives counting dollars pile up
A batmobile in my drive way, the Skydiver
Bringing more kush, jet fueled to the fire
Round you them bad bitches acting mad quiet
Hoes in the line, tryna tag team Roddy - nigga it's the pilot
Boat deck in my Nautica sweats, I'm yachting
Open water wilding like a Somalian pirate
Spotted your bitch and she instantly plotted
On ditching your simping and riding
Jet life is simple, we got it
To be honest, them other fools is square boxes
Funny nigga singing now, they Jamie Foxxes
Don't trip, we gon' keep on doing our shit, fool!
Ain't nothing changed but the balance
On the accounts in my name keep adding, maine
[Hook]
"Fat Freddie man..."
"What's the matter with the fat man?"
"The dude ain't got your money...
He's been all stretched out, like he's come in some money or somethin"
"That's his ass"
"He's good for it. It's that bitch of his that's the problem"
"I got 50 men out on the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve
Is that it, is that what you're telling me dude?"
Money machine, yeah
Do you even what the money machine sound like?
Money machine, haha, yeh,.. nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1:]
On, on, break of dawn
Can't stop nigga too hot early morn
I'm at the rim shop, fool, I really be on, my Chip Foose shit
Sketch it out and put it together, I really do this
Driving gloves Louis Vuitton, my shoes is
Glued to the pedal, press to the metal, I'm moving
Jets in the house bitch, you ain't help us move in
So why you got your hands out now stupid
Had you played your role
You would have got your credit at the end of the movie
Listening to them hoes, you on Front Street
Swimming in blood soaked clothes
Bitch it's shark week, ho you lunch meat
You thinking I'm somethin' sweet, got me confused
With the cotton candy hues on my 83
Diamonds against my wood, lighting one up for Pimp C
Riding with no tint to let them hoes know this
Smoke it, yeah
[Hook:]
Money machine
Nigga you can count on
Money machine (money machine)
You can count on
[Verse 2:]
High rises, wise guysing
Mob wives counting dollars pile up
A batmobile in my drive way, the Skydiver
Bringing more kush, jet fueled to the fire
Round you them bad bitches acting mad quiet
Hoes in the line, tryna tag team Roddy - nigga it's the pilot
Boat deck in my Nautica sweats, I'm yachting
Open water wilding like a Somalian pirate
Spotted your bitch and she instantly plotted
On ditching your simping and riding
Jet life is simple, we got it
To be honest, them other fools is square boxes
Funny nigga singing now, they Jamie Foxxes
Don't trip, we gon' keep on doing our shit, fool!
Ain't nothing changed but the balance
On the accounts in my name keep adding, maine
[Hook]
Max Julien lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro: from "Super Fly"]
"I'm gonna put that young girl of your's out on whore's row."
"Listen Priest, that's my wife you're talking about man"
"So what!"
[Hook:]
I see something in you, I could use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them
Yeah I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them, yeah
[Verse 1:]
I'm not a star, but I'm sky high
Got a gangsta bitch in my car, she come to ride
My mob wife, word to Leah
Riding American muscle but I'm banging foreign features
That's my homie Sir Michael Rocks, I'm a let my speakers knock
Double back make the block so I can peep the scenery
See if it's worth getting out, doing a little mingling
Shit's a fucking circus sometimes, I swear it's Ringling
Brothers, where's my brothers bitch bring em in
Round table meeting shit, distinguished gentlemen
Weed so fire, it should come with an extinguisher
Steady fueling my engine, more penmanship pimping
Never was a henchman, just an underboss and then a kingpin
I done made my bones, now I'm playstation marathon in a robe
Running my business from my cellphone
(Yeaaa) homes
I ain't never gonna die homie, yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Where you get that bag from, I can spot a fake shit
Them ain't genuine Louboutins, your little brother painted them
Don't know who you fooling or who you think you playing with
Looking at my club couch, you better stay away from here
You gon' stand up all night if you waiting on me to save you bitch
These seats reserved for boss ladies, my Rodeo babies
Fresh off Saks Fifth, brung mama with me to Chi-town Michigan Street
We hit the Polo mansion
Before I bought my gift, she swiped that card and had them box and bag it
[Hook]
"I'm gonna put that young girl of your's out on whore's row."
"Listen Priest, that's my wife you're talking about man"
"So what!"
[Hook:]
I see something in you, I could use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them
Yeah I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them, yeah
[Verse 1:]
I'm not a star, but I'm sky high
Got a gangsta bitch in my car, she come to ride
My mob wife, word to Leah
Riding American muscle but I'm banging foreign features
That's my homie Sir Michael Rocks, I'm a let my speakers knock
Double back make the block so I can peep the scenery
See if it's worth getting out, doing a little mingling
Shit's a fucking circus sometimes, I swear it's Ringling
Brothers, where's my brothers bitch bring em in
Round table meeting shit, distinguished gentlemen
Weed so fire, it should come with an extinguisher
Steady fueling my engine, more penmanship pimping
Never was a henchman, just an underboss and then a kingpin
I done made my bones, now I'm playstation marathon in a robe
Running my business from my cellphone
(Yeaaa) homes
I ain't never gonna die homie, yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Where you get that bag from, I can spot a fake shit
Them ain't genuine Louboutins, your little brother painted them
Don't know who you fooling or who you think you playing with
Looking at my club couch, you better stay away from here
You gon' stand up all night if you waiting on me to save you bitch
These seats reserved for boss ladies, my Rodeo babies
Fresh off Saks Fifth, brung mama with me to Chi-town Michigan Street
We hit the Polo mansion
Before I bought my gift, she swiped that card and had them box and bag it
[Hook]
Motion lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Cornerboy P)
[Intro: from "Super Fly"]
"Alright you seen the dice, now let me see your money"
[Hook: Curren$y]
Smelling like weed and Versace
Whips on blades like hockey skates
I already know them hoes watching
Niggas on side them they gon' hate
I ain't really worrying about them
This our time now, little homie gotta wait
Try to control your face
Hide your emotions, don't let everybody know it
Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion
Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling
(Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion)
Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling
Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion
Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling
Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion
Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Michael Corleone, presidential Rollie on
Closet full of Jordan, Foams, Penny Ones
What they want, type of shit they on
We sling dope 'around here, dope tracks ma
Dope boy rides I buy, five outside
Three at mom's crib, she start 'em every now and then
Underground, though the word is I'm getting kinda big
Me, Roddy, and Trade smoke hella J's with Puff n'em
Come out with, grew up with, blew up with these niggas
I was standing in the front black 6's
Taking pictures with our best bitches
Bottom mama, that money pirahna
Go deep in that water, before I eat another bitch whole body
I promise that I can tell you all about it
How the boy made a million, by spitting about chilling with his partners
Find me a lighter
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Cornerboy P]
We study long, study wrong
And shit, I got fast stocks to make sure my money long
Got paper, I'm getting to and got dollars I'm waiting on
They say life's a trip, but I don't see 'em on flights I'm on
Might see me in your city with bitches you're dying to fuck
I'm hopping out the kind of cars you wish you had keys for
Mother of pearl dial, double raw begetted up
Buy it, re-paint it, rim it up, you already know it's us
Who else riding this clean, or burning weed this strong
Making bitches leave home with their wedding rings off
Nigga JLR, from these hoes to these Raws
Know the life was just, only revolves around dough
And when they sense you getting rich, everybody plays you close
And I'm buying the same shit, tell me that I'm doing the most
{But I love the hard top, kinda like it when it's dry?}
They gon' hit me anyway, fuck 'em, thinking why not nigga, what
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
The flight was two and a half hours
From New Orleans to NYC
Car service brung me to the Trump Tower
Got this one cougar thing lounging - luxury housing
Divorce settlement, bitch came out big
Nice couches, love, condo had columns
Ain't have to say shit, body language spoke volumes
Did what we wanted, disappear before the morning
Text message when she rose
Let me know I got the best of her and she woke up horny
And at my earliest convenience she would want more
If only, I didn't have another flight to catch, it'd be fa sho
My clock froze on check out time
That means I always gotta go
[Hook]
"Alright you seen the dice, now let me see your money"
[Hook: Curren$y]
Smelling like weed and Versace
Whips on blades like hockey skates
I already know them hoes watching
Niggas on side them they gon' hate
I ain't really worrying about them
This our time now, little homie gotta wait
Try to control your face
Hide your emotions, don't let everybody know it
Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion
Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling
(Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion)
Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling
Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion
Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling
Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion
Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Michael Corleone, presidential Rollie on
Closet full of Jordan, Foams, Penny Ones
What they want, type of shit they on
We sling dope 'around here, dope tracks ma
Dope boy rides I buy, five outside
Three at mom's crib, she start 'em every now and then
Underground, though the word is I'm getting kinda big
Me, Roddy, and Trade smoke hella J's with Puff n'em
Come out with, grew up with, blew up with these niggas
I was standing in the front black 6's
Taking pictures with our best bitches
Bottom mama, that money pirahna
Go deep in that water, before I eat another bitch whole body
I promise that I can tell you all about it
How the boy made a million, by spitting about chilling with his partners
Find me a lighter
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Cornerboy P]
We study long, study wrong
And shit, I got fast stocks to make sure my money long
Got paper, I'm getting to and got dollars I'm waiting on
They say life's a trip, but I don't see 'em on flights I'm on
Might see me in your city with bitches you're dying to fuck
I'm hopping out the kind of cars you wish you had keys for
Mother of pearl dial, double raw begetted up
Buy it, re-paint it, rim it up, you already know it's us
Who else riding this clean, or burning weed this strong
Making bitches leave home with their wedding rings off
Nigga JLR, from these hoes to these Raws
Know the life was just, only revolves around dough
And when they sense you getting rich, everybody plays you close
And I'm buying the same shit, tell me that I'm doing the most
{But I love the hard top, kinda like it when it's dry?}
They gon' hit me anyway, fuck 'em, thinking why not nigga, what
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
The flight was two and a half hours
From New Orleans to NYC
Car service brung me to the Trump Tower
Got this one cougar thing lounging - luxury housing
Divorce settlement, bitch came out big
Nice couches, love, condo had columns
Ain't have to say shit, body language spoke volumes
Did what we wanted, disappear before the morning
Text message when she rose
Let me know I got the best of her and she woke up horny
And at my earliest convenience she would want more
If only, I didn't have another flight to catch, it'd be fa sho
My clock froze on check out time
That means I always gotta go
[Hook]
Feelin Like lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro: from "Super Fly"]
"Aw sweet Jesus man them junkies must of knocked a hole in your head"
[Verse 1:]
Like a nigga selling dope
Investigation, surveillance, life under the scope
They waiting to see me fail, I'm waiting on this boat
Damier printed sails love, I got somewhere to go
Dress like I really didn't have no plans
Light Rolex, maybe a chain, t-shirt, sweatpants
Bumping that Juicy J Bands A Make Her
But she made it shake and I ain't even have to pay her
And you know me, keep it OG, like the reefer and my papers
Got them suckers under guns infrared lasers
Me, I'm under the sun, sports car racing
Everyday we come up with some more amazing player shit
[Hook:]
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have any bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me
Yeah, yeah
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
[Verse 2:]
Wake up, thank the man I'm still alive
Freshen up, get dressed, pick which car I'm a drive
Backing out my driveway, automatic gates
Couple automatic assassins securing my estate
I don't know what I done, niggas mad at me
I bought a couple nice things, thought you'll be happy
But niggas wishing they hear that somebody kidnapped me
You want me die cause your girl tryna get at me
Nigga stop, it's a world full of money
You wasting time worrying bout mine, fool get on it
Mega grind several times I was told I would be next to shine
Until I said fuck it and I snatched mine
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
When the club letting out I'm a pass in front
You all in your girl's face hoping she don't see
Pimpin', you can't police her, she gon' do what she want
Love just wanna fuck and smoke some good ass weed
She in the beater, nothing else, cleaning my bathroom
I'm syncing my iPhone to show on my tv
Ain't even all the way on, niggas ain't even seen
Nothing yet, Jet threat, fools, you hear me
Talking top Corvette, ZR1 top speed
It's a check at the finish line every dime I need
Every dime don't spend, hounds them hoes be
Out to get them so firstly I get me
[Outro:]
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have every bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have every bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me
When the club letting out I'm a pass in front
You all in your girl's face hoping she don't see
"Aw sweet Jesus man them junkies must of knocked a hole in your head"
[Verse 1:]
Like a nigga selling dope
Investigation, surveillance, life under the scope
They waiting to see me fail, I'm waiting on this boat
Damier printed sails love, I got somewhere to go
Dress like I really didn't have no plans
Light Rolex, maybe a chain, t-shirt, sweatpants
Bumping that Juicy J Bands A Make Her
But she made it shake and I ain't even have to pay her
And you know me, keep it OG, like the reefer and my papers
Got them suckers under guns infrared lasers
Me, I'm under the sun, sports car racing
Everyday we come up with some more amazing player shit
[Hook:]
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have any bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me
Yeah, yeah
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
[Verse 2:]
Wake up, thank the man I'm still alive
Freshen up, get dressed, pick which car I'm a drive
Backing out my driveway, automatic gates
Couple automatic assassins securing my estate
I don't know what I done, niggas mad at me
I bought a couple nice things, thought you'll be happy
But niggas wishing they hear that somebody kidnapped me
You want me die cause your girl tryna get at me
Nigga stop, it's a world full of money
You wasting time worrying bout mine, fool get on it
Mega grind several times I was told I would be next to shine
Until I said fuck it and I snatched mine
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
When the club letting out I'm a pass in front
You all in your girl's face hoping she don't see
Pimpin', you can't police her, she gon' do what she want
Love just wanna fuck and smoke some good ass weed
She in the beater, nothing else, cleaning my bathroom
I'm syncing my iPhone to show on my tv
Ain't even all the way on, niggas ain't even seen
Nothing yet, Jet threat, fools, you hear me
Talking top Corvette, ZR1 top speed
It's a check at the finish line every dime I need
Every dime don't spend, hounds them hoes be
Out to get them so firstly I get me
[Outro:]
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have every bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have every bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me
When the club letting out I'm a pass in front
You all in your girl's face hoping she don't see
Trip To London lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
[Verse 1: Fiend]
He never really saw the bullet coming
No type of instinct for running
I wish he would have came with me to London
I never knocked his hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle
And showed him how to make a missle, snap a bone gristle
Red peppered the floors, only by the doors
In case the D.E.A. got a drug sweep tour
Confuse the canine looking, and keep one on your waistline
A few thoughts when they really wanna chase mine
Why they wanna replace mine shots of tequila when I chase mine
One bullet proof transport, [?] number on who made mine
Smoking that gray pine, they save mine
I had to seek it, now I'm one of the ones that can speak it
[Interlude: Curren$y]
Ain't never gon' die homes
Too mufucking live for 'em
Tryna throw cases on him like a iPhone
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Jet Lifers, never die-ers
Mongooses with the stunt pegs and my seat had the vice grip pliers
Screws loose but the game was tighter
Al Pacino, Robert Loggia, Michelle Pfeiffer
All survived the action cause they was actors
This real shit is tragic homie, them automatics is actually clapping
We gon' have to pour liquor if you can't move a lil' faster
They was sparin' yo sister out of respect but now they getting at her
Cause you gone homes it done matter
Shit cold as fuck but we know everyday it happen
Some people never knew until the First 48 came through
The television but my niggas really living in it fool
[Hook: x2]
You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running
I wish you would have came with me to London
You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running
I wish you would have came to London
He never really saw the bullet coming
No type of instinct for running
I wish he would have came with me to London
I never knocked his hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle
And showed him how to make a missle, snap a bone gristle
Red peppered the floors, only by the doors
In case the D.E.A. got a drug sweep tour
Confuse the canine looking, and keep one on your waistline
A few thoughts when they really wanna chase mine
Why they wanna replace mine shots of tequila when I chase mine
One bullet proof transport, [?] number on who made mine
Smoking that gray pine, they save mine
I had to seek it, now I'm one of the ones that can speak it
[Interlude: Curren$y]
Ain't never gon' die homes
Too mufucking live for 'em
Tryna throw cases on him like a iPhone
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Jet Lifers, never die-ers
Mongooses with the stunt pegs and my seat had the vice grip pliers
Screws loose but the game was tighter
Al Pacino, Robert Loggia, Michelle Pfeiffer
All survived the action cause they was actors
This real shit is tragic homie, them automatics is actually clapping
We gon' have to pour liquor if you can't move a lil' faster
They was sparin' yo sister out of respect but now they getting at her
Cause you gone homes it done matter
Shit cold as fuck but we know everyday it happen
Some people never knew until the First 48 came through
The television but my niggas really living in it fool
[Hook: x2]
You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running
I wish you would have came with me to London
You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running
I wish you would have came to London
Stainless lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
Wishing for a steak eating on a kit kat
And yo bitch ain't shit my lil homie hit that
He let his patna slip that brung it through the set
Told him that I couldn't do nothin with that she riff raff
Bring that bitch back
I'm pretty sure her duck ass waitin' to pick that up
Dust her off he missing that he fucking up
Ho going hammer like the speakers in the truck
Ain't nobody but us if you want know where get that real killa from
These opium raps blue magic in the drums
Vacuum lung kush dracula
You'll live forever fucking with us
Impressions ever lasting
Moving on up we the crew them suckers mad at
I don't give a fuck loud weed loud laughing
Ya'll making excuses and I make it happen
Ya'll acting and I'm actually in action
[Hook:]
There's something 'bout a nigga like me
New Orleans bossed up J.E.T
Neighborhood kid lookin up to em
Bad bitches stayin true to em
Niggas tryin to do em
But they can't do nothin to em
Cause he like stainless steel
Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real
I don't know why but he just so fly
Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em
[Verse 2:]
Spitta get up on them beats sky high
Killing niggas like a drive by
Controlled flow no wild fire
If it's meant for ya I deliver like a sniper
Fire right between yo eyes no liar
Came up with these rhymes one night in my spider
Cruisin my city I ain't go in the club for five minutes
I just parked on side of it leaned on my exotic
Chopped it with my compadres conspirin
On how to take the bank and not trip the sirens
Jets ain't just the pilot
Anybody repping my set
Trained and certified in the flyness
There's more to this then yo clothes lil bro
Even tho I look cool in these threads
I make moves with a level head
Rolling up in a Lincoln with some snoop playing thinkin bout
[Hook: x2]
There's something bout a nigga like me
New Orleans bossed up J.E.T
Neighborhood kid lookin up to em
Bad bitches stayin true to em
Niggas tryin to do em
But they can't do nothin to em
Cause he like stainless steel
Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real
I don't know why but he just so fly
Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em
Wishing for a steak eating on a kit kat
And yo bitch ain't shit my lil homie hit that
He let his patna slip that brung it through the set
Told him that I couldn't do nothin with that she riff raff
Bring that bitch back
I'm pretty sure her duck ass waitin' to pick that up
Dust her off he missing that he fucking up
Ho going hammer like the speakers in the truck
Ain't nobody but us if you want know where get that real killa from
These opium raps blue magic in the drums
Vacuum lung kush dracula
You'll live forever fucking with us
Impressions ever lasting
Moving on up we the crew them suckers mad at
I don't give a fuck loud weed loud laughing
Ya'll making excuses and I make it happen
Ya'll acting and I'm actually in action
[Hook:]
There's something 'bout a nigga like me
New Orleans bossed up J.E.T
Neighborhood kid lookin up to em
Bad bitches stayin true to em
Niggas tryin to do em
But they can't do nothin to em
Cause he like stainless steel
Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real
I don't know why but he just so fly
Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em
[Verse 2:]
Spitta get up on them beats sky high
Killing niggas like a drive by
Controlled flow no wild fire
If it's meant for ya I deliver like a sniper
Fire right between yo eyes no liar
Came up with these rhymes one night in my spider
Cruisin my city I ain't go in the club for five minutes
I just parked on side of it leaned on my exotic
Chopped it with my compadres conspirin
On how to take the bank and not trip the sirens
Jets ain't just the pilot
Anybody repping my set
Trained and certified in the flyness
There's more to this then yo clothes lil bro
Even tho I look cool in these threads
I make moves with a level head
Rolling up in a Lincoln with some snoop playing thinkin bout
[Hook: x2]
There's something bout a nigga like me
New Orleans bossed up J.E.T
Neighborhood kid lookin up to em
Bad bitches stayin true to em
Niggas tryin to do em
But they can't do nothin to em
Cause he like stainless steel
Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real
I don't know why but he just so fly
Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em
Talk My Shit lyrics - Curren$y
[Verse 1:]
Bitches on chemicals
Moving bodies, sensual, sexual
Cynical, octopussy killer tentacles
Drown many of clown nigga
Bitches'll do it to ya every time
Ashes and ink every line
You'll swear I live the pimp life more than a couple times
The way I get in they minds without ever spending mines
Take a boss out to eat weak bitch, I want surf and turf steak
Big shrimps, hundred percent [?]
If I'm in the building, your ho's trailing my scent yo
You know
[Hook:]
Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my shit
Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my shit
(Life) Life (Life)
(Roll something)
[Verse 2:]
Audio dope
Overdose, you'll go out like Scatter man
Watch classics, learn from the masters
Extract data man
I got the pounds and the million dollar plans
Grand steering wheel in my hand
Mama next to me rubberbanding up them grands
Finna to hit the car lot, cop two champagne sedans
Bitches drunk wanting to fuck, I'm sitting on the trunk rolling one up
Come on - we can ride
Burn trees down, switch cars on the east side
Vercetti Andretti, Corleone family
Watches heavy, strong arms
Snatch the world, carry it home
Me and my girls break a piece off, stuff it in a bong
Hit the couch, turn the game on
Yea, homes
[Hook]
Bitches on chemicals
Moving bodies, sensual, sexual
Cynical, octopussy killer tentacles
Drown many of clown nigga
Bitches'll do it to ya every time
Ashes and ink every line
You'll swear I live the pimp life more than a couple times
The way I get in they minds without ever spending mines
Take a boss out to eat weak bitch, I want surf and turf steak
Big shrimps, hundred percent [?]
If I'm in the building, your ho's trailing my scent yo
You know
[Hook:]
Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my shit
Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my shit
(Life) Life (Life)
(Roll something)
[Verse 2:]
Audio dope
Overdose, you'll go out like Scatter man
Watch classics, learn from the masters
Extract data man
I got the pounds and the million dollar plans
Grand steering wheel in my hand
Mama next to me rubberbanding up them grands
Finna to hit the car lot, cop two champagne sedans
Bitches drunk wanting to fuck, I'm sitting on the trunk rolling one up
Come on - we can ride
Burn trees down, switch cars on the east side
Vercetti Andretti, Corleone family
Watches heavy, strong arms
Snatch the world, carry it home
Me and my girls break a piece off, stuff it in a bong
Hit the couch, turn the game on
Yea, homes
[Hook]
Payroll lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uhh Cadillac Seville, mama what it is
Green peanut butter interior love get in here
Bitch get it in got a whiff of this shit uncle Snoop sent for Christmas
Twist this, girl said she would come with you but she didn't
Home girl slippin', she missed it
Fuck her we livin' it - butler's were I'm livin' in
No busters my niggas all of us authentic
I show you how them purple strings just like a hot sinner
Thunder shook the ground when the gods enter
My car make the same sound when I start my engine
Pardon me as I write over the margin
Open up the market look what I started
Theatre in my house home box office
And that Chevy rollin' out like the red carpet
Hoes out tonight I wipe down my Ferrari
Same old shit I'm talkin' goin' down everyday in New Orleans
[Hook: x4]
Never been paid to give a fuck
Might as well blaze another one
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Started out three niggas became a business
On my king size mattress lay my mistress
First nigga from my set to make history
I got a picture on my wall of a Bentley
Picture my father was a hustler that's what's in me
Picture how I used to pedal work on my ten speed
Plus the rent's due I gotta make the ends meet
But I gotta show I gotta buy that Fendi
Or purchase louis they tell me don't be stupid
So in my Nike Airs I grind 'til I'm gucci
Plus the hurricane made me out to be a looter
The place I call home turned me into a shooter
Yeah but hip hop enabled me the future
Cause I get focused, spit like I'm toothless
But all that fake shit got me ruthless
Like fuck you, pay me, I don't give a fuck sue me
I'm trying to make some bread for my junior
Smellin' like a pound of that exclusive
I never got paid to give a fuck
So I might as well blaze another one
Life, I rep that shit fo' life
I never got paid to give a fuck
So I might as well blaze another one
Uhh Cadillac Seville, mama what it is
Green peanut butter interior love get in here
Bitch get it in got a whiff of this shit uncle Snoop sent for Christmas
Twist this, girl said she would come with you but she didn't
Home girl slippin', she missed it
Fuck her we livin' it - butler's were I'm livin' in
No busters my niggas all of us authentic
I show you how them purple strings just like a hot sinner
Thunder shook the ground when the gods enter
My car make the same sound when I start my engine
Pardon me as I write over the margin
Open up the market look what I started
Theatre in my house home box office
And that Chevy rollin' out like the red carpet
Hoes out tonight I wipe down my Ferrari
Same old shit I'm talkin' goin' down everyday in New Orleans
[Hook: x4]
Never been paid to give a fuck
Might as well blaze another one
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Started out three niggas became a business
On my king size mattress lay my mistress
First nigga from my set to make history
I got a picture on my wall of a Bentley
Picture my father was a hustler that's what's in me
Picture how I used to pedal work on my ten speed
Plus the rent's due I gotta make the ends meet
But I gotta show I gotta buy that Fendi
Or purchase louis they tell me don't be stupid
So in my Nike Airs I grind 'til I'm gucci
Plus the hurricane made me out to be a looter
The place I call home turned me into a shooter
Yeah but hip hop enabled me the future
Cause I get focused, spit like I'm toothless
But all that fake shit got me ruthless
Like fuck you, pay me, I don't give a fuck sue me
I'm trying to make some bread for my junior
Smellin' like a pound of that exclusive
I never got paid to give a fuck
So I might as well blaze another one
Life, I rep that shit fo' life
I never got paid to give a fuck
So I might as well blaze another one
2Much lyrics - Curren$y
Bitch cold, I swear Dairy Queen rolled up
Very clean, Spur flew over
She got caught up in them wings, we gon' turn a couple corners
Talk about of couple things, preliminaries went great
I'm a let you hit this weed, once we on that interstate
I don't be smoking on them streets
Them traffic lights will have you in a jam with the man
I ain't spending n'an minute
In the can of sky mall, tryna spend a hunnit grand
I know how to show you how we can get it spend it again
Gone in the wind, gone with the ones who win
Them boys is grown men, boss shit is what I'm spitting
So boss shit is what you getting when you make a decision to listen
I see them niggas figging, cause I'm high I'm slipping
They gon' knock me off position, but why
Cause a nigga be riding nice cars, fancy clothes
Naked hoes, and mansion homes
Got a lot but still we want more
Cause one thing you can never have is
Too much money, too much money, too much money
You can never have too much money, too much money, too much
Very clean, Spur flew over
She got caught up in them wings, we gon' turn a couple corners
Talk about of couple things, preliminaries went great
I'm a let you hit this weed, once we on that interstate
I don't be smoking on them streets
Them traffic lights will have you in a jam with the man
I ain't spending n'an minute
In the can of sky mall, tryna spend a hunnit grand
I know how to show you how we can get it spend it again
Gone in the wind, gone with the ones who win
Them boys is grown men, boss shit is what I'm spitting
So boss shit is what you getting when you make a decision to listen
I see them niggas figging, cause I'm high I'm slipping
They gon' knock me off position, but why
Cause a nigga be riding nice cars, fancy clothes
Naked hoes, and mansion homes
Got a lot but still we want more
Cause one thing you can never have is
Too much money, too much money, too much money
You can never have too much money, too much money, too much
Boss Dealings lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Noreaga Styles P)
[Verse 1: Noreaga]
So there's about a million ways to make a million dollars
I know some chicks who try to make it from they baby fathers
I know some niggas that will shoot you right in front the cops
And do that 23 hour locked in the box
As a youth I prayed I make it out of poverty
Without rap, I would still be into robbery
Self conscious, self made
Got my life out of coach, upgrade
They try to claim it's a brand new game
Some brand new nigga sounded brand new lames
A brand new view from young OG's perspective
I love Newport so I iced out the necklace
I grew out of that, and got rid of it
And made chicks eat chicks on they period, eww
Uh that's nasty, got a song with Cassie
That should prolly tell you that I'm at least half classy
Reefer smoke, reefer smoke, fuck it let the reefer smoke
They can't afford the sour so they go and get the cheaper smoke
It's premeditated, I'm a highly dedicated
Highly medicated, shit, fuck it nigga
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Smoking a Jernt, scribbled in my tablets
Stone thoughts nigga, scared of brain mathematics
Weed blurring my vision
Still see them digits add up to that Bentley truck
Parking sensor's beeping when I back up
I ain't got it now, but by the time you hear this
I instagram that motherfucker, hot boxing it
So many clouds we smoking, looking like a rolling explosion
Them bad bitches know him, kush and Gucci cologne
Releasing they pheromones, she horny
Looking for escape route, her man's be on it
Cops style, that bitch wild, I'm parked outside, I'm waiting on her
Back door flow, ho sled in the coupe with weed rolled up
Drove off, Jet life never die, G code Cause
Pinky finger's frozen, Cuban link golden
Only built for that shit that them niggas kill for
Audio dope, fly as everything you never saw, forever raw
Yeah, that's us dog
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Nigga you ain't getting high, what the fuck you give a fuck for
I just float, and watch the money come
Hustle when I was 12, own shit when I was 21
Whether walking or driving, I'm on the money run
Do it for jail niggas, microwaving they honey bun
Now everybody 'bout that life
You got shooters, I'm a shoot an eye out your life
That's the off switch, boss shit, couple niggas and corpses
Ask the security, y'all niggas up in the office
I get busy with the pounds, keys, and Taurus
That's a loaded gun, nigga start the Vet, let the motor run
Light the jedi, watch Yoda come
Tell em fuck em all nigga yeah I said it
I like to buy my shit, I don't care for credit
You can blank it out, I don't care to edit
Any rapper alive is who I dare to set it, yeah
It's Ghost, Spitta, and NO, let your man know
I have your face looking like you just fucked up an endo
Ew, nigga, ew, nigga
So there's about a million ways to make a million dollars
I know some chicks who try to make it from they baby fathers
I know some niggas that will shoot you right in front the cops
And do that 23 hour locked in the box
As a youth I prayed I make it out of poverty
Without rap, I would still be into robbery
Self conscious, self made
Got my life out of coach, upgrade
They try to claim it's a brand new game
Some brand new nigga sounded brand new lames
A brand new view from young OG's perspective
I love Newport so I iced out the necklace
I grew out of that, and got rid of it
And made chicks eat chicks on they period, eww
Uh that's nasty, got a song with Cassie
That should prolly tell you that I'm at least half classy
Reefer smoke, reefer smoke, fuck it let the reefer smoke
They can't afford the sour so they go and get the cheaper smoke
It's premeditated, I'm a highly dedicated
Highly medicated, shit, fuck it nigga
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Smoking a Jernt, scribbled in my tablets
Stone thoughts nigga, scared of brain mathematics
Weed blurring my vision
Still see them digits add up to that Bentley truck
Parking sensor's beeping when I back up
I ain't got it now, but by the time you hear this
I instagram that motherfucker, hot boxing it
So many clouds we smoking, looking like a rolling explosion
Them bad bitches know him, kush and Gucci cologne
Releasing they pheromones, she horny
Looking for escape route, her man's be on it
Cops style, that bitch wild, I'm parked outside, I'm waiting on her
Back door flow, ho sled in the coupe with weed rolled up
Drove off, Jet life never die, G code Cause
Pinky finger's frozen, Cuban link golden
Only built for that shit that them niggas kill for
Audio dope, fly as everything you never saw, forever raw
Yeah, that's us dog
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Nigga you ain't getting high, what the fuck you give a fuck for
I just float, and watch the money come
Hustle when I was 12, own shit when I was 21
Whether walking or driving, I'm on the money run
Do it for jail niggas, microwaving they honey bun
Now everybody 'bout that life
You got shooters, I'm a shoot an eye out your life
That's the off switch, boss shit, couple niggas and corpses
Ask the security, y'all niggas up in the office
I get busy with the pounds, keys, and Taurus
That's a loaded gun, nigga start the Vet, let the motor run
Light the jedi, watch Yoda come
Tell em fuck em all nigga yeah I said it
I like to buy my shit, I don't care for credit
You can blank it out, I don't care to edit
Any rapper alive is who I dare to set it, yeah
It's Ghost, Spitta, and NO, let your man know
I have your face looking like you just fucked up an endo
Ew, nigga, ew, nigga
Cleopatra Zones lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Life
My money up I bought the same car twice
I put one up museum pieces on ice
A future classic I've got foresight
Style too cold to be stole you'll get frost bite
I'm often imitated, though they never copy right
Logos on my letter head Jets copyright
Protected learned my lesson through some deals that wasn't right
Tires peeling like bananas burnouts at the light
Throw my set up out the window, we know what them hoes like
Rich nigga, hoes choose upon sight
Shit baby girl I want some shrimp with that rice
She know them niggas from my side drive nice cars
Park 'em at lofts, disappear for the night
Four corks in the in my bucket, Rose, Clicquot
In my system I'm right, bitch calm down, don't be acting all pysched
I'm not one of them guys, that's gon' hurry up and buy
I'm laid back I ain't gotta press to fuck, you gon' wan' give me that
As I proceed to roll up something loud
Bust yo ear drums, bitch I'm bossed out, smoke something
Living through these, vice city goggles
Roof top shots of vodka, helipad, bar hopping
Cancel that bitch, buy a new one, I'm always shopping
[Verse 2: Fiend]
Move as the mob over the Mediterranian
Money make the snobbish ask again what lane he in
Spot blood suckers like born Transylvanian
Block so hot, they praying for it to rain again
I'm triple digits outside of this cool
If sweat get broke, she breaking her rules
E'ry neighborhood got a LeBron and a Jordan
And the Jumpmans stand for jumping off the porch and
Horns describe I got away with a small fortune
In my life, my right to live
Misconductly thoughts, bits of ground chuck
Haunts of ya mistrust, don't know where ya wound up
So much white think Christ done found us
And I never forget when they tried to drown us
We done buried so many, and prayed for way more
When scary ain't in us we on the radar
Blood of an innocent youngin', his father numbin'
Massacres at the movie theater, what we becomin'?
Battle in my Barkley's, this black card, my car keys
I tutored to the hustlas spare time, I taught these
Pizzazz and the paper make her don't want leave
Plug so sweet a diabetic want these
I'm on the shrooms and Ketel One
See these shoes? we never run
Better crew will never come
[Hook x4: Curren$y]
On the life bitches are mine, bitches gonna smoke somethin
On the life bitches are mine, bitches gonna smoke somethin with me
Just brought this here for me
Life
My money up I bought the same car twice
I put one up museum pieces on ice
A future classic I've got foresight
Style too cold to be stole you'll get frost bite
I'm often imitated, though they never copy right
Logos on my letter head Jets copyright
Protected learned my lesson through some deals that wasn't right
Tires peeling like bananas burnouts at the light
Throw my set up out the window, we know what them hoes like
Rich nigga, hoes choose upon sight
Shit baby girl I want some shrimp with that rice
She know them niggas from my side drive nice cars
Park 'em at lofts, disappear for the night
Four corks in the in my bucket, Rose, Clicquot
In my system I'm right, bitch calm down, don't be acting all pysched
I'm not one of them guys, that's gon' hurry up and buy
I'm laid back I ain't gotta press to fuck, you gon' wan' give me that
As I proceed to roll up something loud
Bust yo ear drums, bitch I'm bossed out, smoke something
Living through these, vice city goggles
Roof top shots of vodka, helipad, bar hopping
Cancel that bitch, buy a new one, I'm always shopping
[Verse 2: Fiend]
Move as the mob over the Mediterranian
Money make the snobbish ask again what lane he in
Spot blood suckers like born Transylvanian
Block so hot, they praying for it to rain again
I'm triple digits outside of this cool
If sweat get broke, she breaking her rules
E'ry neighborhood got a LeBron and a Jordan
And the Jumpmans stand for jumping off the porch and
Horns describe I got away with a small fortune
In my life, my right to live
Misconductly thoughts, bits of ground chuck
Haunts of ya mistrust, don't know where ya wound up
So much white think Christ done found us
And I never forget when they tried to drown us
We done buried so many, and prayed for way more
When scary ain't in us we on the radar
Blood of an innocent youngin', his father numbin'
Massacres at the movie theater, what we becomin'?
Battle in my Barkley's, this black card, my car keys
I tutored to the hustlas spare time, I taught these
Pizzazz and the paper make her don't want leave
Plug so sweet a diabetic want these
I'm on the shrooms and Ketel One
See these shoes? we never run
Better crew will never come
[Hook x4: Curren$y]
On the life bitches are mine, bitches gonna smoke somethin
On the life bitches are mine, bitches gonna smoke somethin with me
Just brought this here for me
For Seasons lyrics - Curren$y (feat. King Chip)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Higher than ever, gray leather
Head rest, 2 letters, double S's
I love them Chevys to death
These niggas fakin' they ready for gettin' they lines on set
I don't know how to play they role, they more inclined to play themselves
I just live amongst them trees
Bakin' goodies, keebler elves
Smokin' with them bitches got em' focused in the kitchen
Pots whippin I'm chillin'
My and my nigga' grub like kings and then we dippin'
Interstate, lane changer, Rover Rangin' 96
Lighters flickin' like them blinkers
A motivated stoner mind blown but I be thinking
Matchin' Benzes in ten days kid, live to talk about it like A did
[Hook: x2]
We just worryin' bout the money them bitches gon' come
We just worryin' bout the money them bitches gon' come
We just worryin' bout the money them bitches gon' come
Nigga pay that up front like the Ferrari trunk
[Verse 2: King Chip]
Yeah my nigga we in this bitch
Smokin' strong that's the long
Got some shit that get you gone
YSL, Dior Homme
I'm a do this whole verse without no punch lines
King Chip really livin' fuck the one time
Spitta hit me up when I was in Vegas, like you need some weed?
I say hell yeah must have read my mind, where it be
Twelve thousand dollar outfit in that Tech G
I don't owe nobody shit, King Chip debt free
Matter fact, couple Cleveland killers owe me
I can tell 'em keep it, have 'em run up on you no P
Locked inside my head, hella weed, hella deckhouse
Me and Spitta smoke too much to not have dread locks
Stalking haters on my Twitter, sniping 'em with headshots
Bitch ass eighth grader, fucking hater dead now
Damn that nigga Chip is crazy, maybe it's the weed, Spitta
E'rybody know that ain't nobody cold as these niggas
[Hook x2]
Higher than ever, gray leather
Head rest, 2 letters, double S's
I love them Chevys to death
These niggas fakin' they ready for gettin' they lines on set
I don't know how to play they role, they more inclined to play themselves
I just live amongst them trees
Bakin' goodies, keebler elves
Smokin' with them bitches got em' focused in the kitchen
Pots whippin I'm chillin'
My and my nigga' grub like kings and then we dippin'
Interstate, lane changer, Rover Rangin' 96
Lighters flickin' like them blinkers
A motivated stoner mind blown but I be thinking
Matchin' Benzes in ten days kid, live to talk about it like A did
[Hook: x2]
We just worryin' bout the money them bitches gon' come
We just worryin' bout the money them bitches gon' come
We just worryin' bout the money them bitches gon' come
Nigga pay that up front like the Ferrari trunk
[Verse 2: King Chip]
Yeah my nigga we in this bitch
Smokin' strong that's the long
Got some shit that get you gone
YSL, Dior Homme
I'm a do this whole verse without no punch lines
King Chip really livin' fuck the one time
Spitta hit me up when I was in Vegas, like you need some weed?
I say hell yeah must have read my mind, where it be
Twelve thousand dollar outfit in that Tech G
I don't owe nobody shit, King Chip debt free
Matter fact, couple Cleveland killers owe me
I can tell 'em keep it, have 'em run up on you no P
Locked inside my head, hella weed, hella deckhouse
Me and Spitta smoke too much to not have dread locks
Stalking haters on my Twitter, sniping 'em with headshots
Bitch ass eighth grader, fucking hater dead now
Damn that nigga Chip is crazy, maybe it's the weed, Spitta
E'rybody know that ain't nobody cold as these niggas
[Hook x2]
Light Snax lyrics - Curren$y
A lime to a lemon my Jetset women
Say she only feel alive when she with em
Jet Life tryna show she ride or die even if it kill her
I guess that's why I dig her
She throwin up the set in all her pictures
I come get her - smoke dilla through the cracked windows
Heavy conversation light dinner
Destination and into the navigation
A GPS we kept from an out-of-state rental
Underneath the moon and stars riding to that Krizzle
You like that sound, that's my nigga he from Mississippi
I be on tour with him you should come along with us
Champagne, flutes, cheese, crepes, and fruit
Fuck you know, Four Seasons drunk
Rolling a joint hitting buffet tables the fuck up
Get you back to your man's 'fore he knows what's what
Your friends hating on you saying you lucked up
A lime to a lemon my Jetset women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin' and I get high with em
She caught three nuts but she never catch feelings
And bitch with that disposition we can count millions
I see that in ya got that 420 vision
'98 livin' these iceberg sweats got 20 racks in em
Light Snax, Andretti
Say she only feel alive when she with em
Jet Life tryna show she ride or die even if it kill her
I guess that's why I dig her
She throwin up the set in all her pictures
I come get her - smoke dilla through the cracked windows
Heavy conversation light dinner
Destination and into the navigation
A GPS we kept from an out-of-state rental
Underneath the moon and stars riding to that Krizzle
You like that sound, that's my nigga he from Mississippi
I be on tour with him you should come along with us
Champagne, flutes, cheese, crepes, and fruit
Fuck you know, Four Seasons drunk
Rolling a joint hitting buffet tables the fuck up
Get you back to your man's 'fore he knows what's what
Your friends hating on you saying you lucked up
A lime to a lemon my Jetset women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin' and I get high with em
She caught three nuts but she never catch feelings
And bitch with that disposition we can count millions
I see that in ya got that 420 vision
'98 livin' these iceberg sweats got 20 racks in em
Light Snax, Andretti
EP: "Cigarette Boats" (2012)
- Leaving The Dock lyrics - Curren$y
- WOH lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Styles P)
- Biscayne Bay lyrics - Curren$y
- Mirrors lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke DZA)
- Sixty-Seven Turbo Jet lyrics - Curren$y
Leaving The Dock lyrics - Curren$y
They shippin' 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 set foot through the do' it's gon' be laps in that hoe.
Dolo. Fool, I ain't got time for no bitches.
But I do gotta Rolex where my long sleeves endin'.
A house on my wrist. A car on each pinky.
I got all of this, from laughin' at them lames while I'm rollin' up my sticky.
Lightnin' strike again. Jet Lifers, niggas always rewritin' history.
Fools hear our verses & rewrite that shit, they scriblin'.
Bitches see my bitches & consider tryin' women.
I pulled up drunk. Talkin' shit. In the lobby of my buildin'.
Push the button in the elevator took it straight to the ceiling.
Doors open in the livin' room, that's penthouse, pimpin'.
Yehh, girl I did it.
I'd advise you to play yo position 'fore you see another hoe in yo jersey tryna score thirty, ya heard me?
A nigga been focused since I said Hi to her.
We higher than the Eiffel. You suckas is like fools.
Fool, who designed you? Nigga, I was built to make sure this sucka shit get killed.
Homie Ima well, big muhfuckin fish.
Of course you gon' see a ocean where I live.
Of course if I rolled it that'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.... Jet Life.
When I get off of this bus, it's gon' be pedal to the floor.
'fore a nigga even set foot through the do' it's gon' be laps in that hoe.
Dolo. Fool, I ain't got time for no bitches.
But I do gotta Rolex where my long sleeves endin'.
A house on my wrist. A car on each pinky.
I got all of this, from laughin' at them lames while I'm rollin' up my sticky.
Lightnin' strike again. Jet Lifers, niggas always rewritin' history.
Fools hear our verses & rewrite that shit, they scriblin'.
Bitches see my bitches & consider tryin' women.
I pulled up drunk. Talkin' shit. In the lobby of my buildin'.
Push the button in the elevator took it straight to the ceiling.
Doors open in the livin' room, that's penthouse, pimpin'.
Yehh, girl I did it.
I'd advise you to play yo position 'fore you see another hoe in yo jersey tryna score thirty, ya heard me?
A nigga been focused since I said Hi to her.
We higher than the Eiffel. You suckas is like fools.
Fool, who designed you? Nigga, I was built to make sure this sucka shit get killed.
Homie Ima well, big muhfuckin fish.
Of course you gon' see a ocean where I live.
Of course if I rolled it that'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.... Jet Life.
WOH lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Styles P)
[Intro]
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
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, undetected by radar
Closed circuit track, endurance laps, race cars
You niggas just say y'all
Doing that shit, I been into it nigga, play ball
Junior varsity don't want no parts of me, triple O
I just drive like that to protect my rims, I ain't slow
Tell me it's 'bout a check, you'll see how fast it go
That drug dealer flow, George Gervin, ice cold
Finger roll with that pen, I turn that paper into gold
Axl Rose through the Bose in my Rolls
Through the concrete you see a rose still rose
Counted up a million dollars 'fore that sun rose
Spitting game for the Range, dropping tracks for the racks
In the booth of the crib with the boat docks in the back
With them automated gates, remote control's in my lap
'84 riding, I did that for my lifers
[Hook]
Yea, uh
It's more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I'm still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it's only us, dog
(Way out here)
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Way out here, you can feel the ambiance
Hundred thousand dollar, these bottles of Dom Pérignon
Keep the profit from the brick you popped your cherry on
White CL Benz dealin', I throw my cherries on
I think about money yea a lot of money
I'm speaking lotto money, Abu Dhabi money
Same old stoner, yea I'm blowing loud
You can grow weed but I can exhale and grow a cloud
You ain't real high, you mid-level
Smoking on that shit we let the kids peddle
I made a couple M's off what them kids peddle
Speak on my name wrong, bet you see them kids' metal
Blast for me, is a blasphemy
Say the realest nigga alive, I think you asked for me
I'm jet-setting with my nigga Spitta
We like to speak paper and it's getting thicker
They ain't high as us
Niggas lying to ya
They ain't high as us
There's more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I'm still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it's only us, dog
Niggas ain't high as us
Lying to ya
[Verse 1: Curren$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
[Hook]
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)
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Way out here, you can feel the ambiance
Hundred thousand dollar, these bottles of Dom Pérignon
Keep the profit from 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
[Intro:]
Yea... Life
Type shit...
You need to have a driver for this
Type shit you ride home too
[Verse 1:]
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
[Verse 2:]
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
Yea... Life
Type shit...
You need to have a driver for this
Type shit you ride home too
[Verse 1:]
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
[Verse 2:]
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)
[Hook: Curren$y]
Riding on mirrors
Help them sucka ass niggas see it clearer
See yourself, watch us get richer
Me and my nigga DZA, riding on mirrors
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Hundred for a 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, penciling 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 ride for I'm fresh to death
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: 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, I be 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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Hundred for a yacht
Smoking out the state room, make room for a nigga
Bigger than the block, feds taking pictures
Inquisitive, interested in how I make my living
From this balling and chilling, penciling pen pimping
Two of my bottom bitches, write the rhymes
Write my name on the Checks that I sign
It's roll up time, windex the windows in my mind
And let the ones who understand see what's going on inside
Only share with those, worth they weight in gold
Gotta be in the know to really know though
You know my bitch eyes slanted, Yoko
Lennon Andretti, highed up, peace signs in my photos
Headrest bearing the family crest
Baby girl, you clearly rocking with the best
Eulogize when I ride for I'm fresh to death
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Jet Lifing on these bitches like I'm 'posed ta
Rugby bandana wrap my head up like the Hulkster
And I ain't banging though, unless I'm banging hoes
Bitches suck and swallow like they tryna find the antidote
Niggas be fronting, acting mad for real
'Til you slide they main squeeze, have them mad for real
Weak bladders, I be pissing them off
Cause payback is more of a bitch when your bitch is involved
Classic 'Lo on my '97 Pennys, this my vintage fit
Think Christmas, I be tree lit up, no Rockefeller Center shit
This fucking hash tasting sweeter than some cinnasticks
Have you fidgeting then put you out real sinister
More onions, I need more hundreds
Posers don't want it, they Malibu's Most Wanted
We all know you ain't really that guy
You don't even be inhaling, you be faking the high
Riiiiiight
[Hook]
Sixty-Seven Turbo Jet lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro:]
Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs
[Verse 1:]
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
[Hook x2:]
Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs
[Bridge x2:]
And we can make crack like this
As long as we slang raps like this
Make that paper stack like..
[Verse 2:]
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 ki's, 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
[Hook x2]
[Bridge]
Life...
Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs
[Verse 1:]
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
[Hook x2:]
Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs
[Bridge x2:]
And we can make crack like this
As long as we slang raps like this
Make that paper stack like..
[Verse 2:]
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 ki's, 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
[Hook x2]
[Bridge]
Life...
"The Stoned Immaculate" (2012)
- What It Look Like lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wale)
- Privacy Glass lyrics - Curren$y
- Chasin' Paper lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Pharrell)
- Armoire lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)
- Take You There lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)
- Showroom lyrics - Curren$y
- Capitol lyrics - Curren$y (feat. 2 Chainz)
- No Squares lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
- Sunroof lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Corner Boy P)
- That's The Thing lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Estelle)
- Chandelier lyrics - Curren$y
- Fast Cars Faster Women lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Daz Dillinger)
- Jet Life lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Wiz Khalifa)
- Audio Dope III lyrics - Curren$y
- One More Time lyrics - Curren$y
- J.L.R. lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Smoke DZA)
- Lost In The Bossness lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)
- Off Dat lyrics - Curren$y
- Legal Crack lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
What It Look Like lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wale)
[Intro - 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
[Hook - Wale:]
Look, what it look like
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah!
Look, now roll my J tight
Ha! You know what they like, yeah!
[Verse 1 - Wale:]
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
Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket I'm Gilligan
Ain't no Skipper but all my bitches is Ginger hair
My real estate sweet, yeah ginger bread
Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds
Double M G 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
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
The engine in back of my car
I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog
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 wanna fuck, homie just wanna hug
Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
And baby girl can't get enough, fill her up
[Hook]
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
[Hook - Wale:]
Look, what it look like
My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah!
Look, now roll my J tight
Ha! You know what they like, yeah!
[Verse 1 - Wale:]
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
Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket I'm Gilligan
Ain't no Skipper but all my bitches is Ginger hair
My real estate sweet, yeah ginger bread
Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds
Double M G 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
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
The engine in back of my car
I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog
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 wanna fuck, homie just wanna hug
Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
And baby girl can't get enough, fill her up
[Hook]
Privacy Glass lyrics - Curren$y
[Intro]
One time for the weed
One time for the bitches who don't mind being called that
It's love
[Verse 1]
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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Hook]
One time for the weed
One time for the bitches who don't mind being called that
It's love
[Verse 1]
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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Hook]
Chasin' Paper lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Pharrell)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I know what it's like
To want it all, I was born to ball
Making Lamborghini engine sounds pedaling my bike
Lusted at luxury life since a tyke
Switches on a Monte Carlo turn a car into a trike
These images was burned in my mind
Chasing that paper like it stole something of mine
It did though, friends killed over small bills
I still go, hard spitting bars for them folk
Life so fragile
But the big bucks lay down the road less travelled
Cause they scared of the hazards
We living for the money, nigga we dying to have it
These hoes shaking asses doing lines
Popping valiums adding to a long list of bad habits
Niggas murdering, burglaring and kidnapping
Dashing and cashing all in the midst of the madness
[Hook - Pharrell:]
I know
I was there so I seen and I did what you up to
I know you're chasing the paper (my nigga)
I know that scared but it's there and the girls wanna fuck you
I know you're chasing that paper (you're chasing that paper)
[Verse 2 - Curren$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 hypocritical 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
[Hook - Pharrell]
[Outro x2 - Curren$y:]
Eyes low but I'm still watching outsiders
Baby girl know that she rolling with a rida
Money on my mind yeah that shit is inside us
I'm up all night chasing paper (paper)
[Hook - Pharrell:]
I know what it's like
To want it all, I was born to ball
Making Lamborghini engine sounds pedaling my bike
Lusted at luxury life since a tyke
Switches on a Monte Carlo turn a car into a trike
These images was burned in my mind
Chasing that paper like it stole something of mine
It did though, friends killed over small bills
I still go, hard spitting bars for them folk
Life so fragile
But the big bucks lay down the road less travelled
Cause they scared of the hazards
We living for the money, nigga we dying to have it
These hoes shaking asses doing lines
Popping valiums adding to a long list of bad habits
Niggas murdering, burglaring and kidnapping
Dashing and cashing all in the midst of the madness
[Hook - Pharrell:]
I know
I was there so I seen and I did what you up to
I know you're chasing the paper (my nigga)
I know that scared but it's there and the girls wanna fuck you
I know you're chasing that paper (you're chasing that paper)
[Verse 2 - Curren$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 hypocritical 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
[Hook - Pharrell]
[Outro x2 - Curren$y:]
Eyes low but I'm still watching outsiders
Baby girl know that she rolling with a rida
Money on my mind yeah that shit is inside us
I'm up all night chasing paper (paper)
[Hook - Pharrell:]
Armoire lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
For Cuban linx
Yellow gold, January cold, my mink
I'm from the the school of old, check out my ring
I won a super bowl of hash, I saw the Mona Lisa blink
Not falling off my ass
Cause I lean like the Tower of Pisa on stained glass
At the church, funeral services for this beat
Niggas tryna steal my style, I can hear 'em in my sleep
Like young thieves outside tryna break in your Z
28 or your Double S, they hit your Trans-Am
For your big nose hood and you know them fools man
And I swear that ain't no good, but I'm not surprised
Cause it's all fair in the game
Of fucking these bitches due to your street fame
This shit's wicked, deserves a documentary
Deadstocks on my feet, I'm walking ancient history
Niggas is beast hype, tryna be like what we write
Ain't nothing but that Jet Life
[Hook - Trademark (& Young Roddy):]
I'm talking stacks in the walls, floors, ceilings
A house made of money, feel what I'm building
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
I'm talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the armoire
Constant reminders of what the fuck we grind for
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
[Verse 2 - Curren$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
[Hook]
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
[Hook - 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)
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
I'm, from the city of choppers clappers and levee crackage
All levels completed, bitch I'm All-Madden
Smoking out the E-Class wagon
It's just that "to the airport" action, I am more Mr. 2 Door
Still running triple O game on my new hoes
More than one time was I told that I was too cold
Gucci Mane, tryna be grizzly burr on these hoes
Foundation laid, and from that, a mansion rose
When my driver bring yo bitches home, ask her how that Caddy roll
You can tell that she was with daddy, just smell her clothes
Money and smoke, that's all I know
[Hook]
Take You There lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Marsha Ambrosius
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh, clearly I made it, all of this hating
Show's over, it's a couple bad ones waiting
Tryna get chosen, flown to a exotic destination
Smoking on something as strong as my vivid imagination
I don't see nothing wrong with love being naked
Out this world whips, my crib a space station
My life is a trip, my crib a vacation
[Hook - Marsha Ambrosius:]
Bright lights, big city
Big cars, you and me
So baby you can roll with me
I'll show you how it's supposed to be
Big stars, I'll spot ya
Be calm, I got ya
So baby let me take you there
Baby, let me take you there
[Verse 2 - Curren$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
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Curren$y:]
I'm slanging raps off my iPad
Thinking back when High Times was a dime bag
We was smoking good, but it was all bad
Now we ride in that burgundy with the tan rag
If you ain't heard of me
A nigga guessin that your internet services ain't working too good at ya'll pad
It's all good, I'll hand y'all a late pass
Bring you up to speed 'fore we get to moving too fast
Back when I maneuvered that Jag hard top coupe
I just knew I was cooler than these lil' dudes out doing it
I was just being patient, pimping, perfecting my groovy
Sitting in the jacuzzi, on that Bluray Scarface
Nigga thinking 'bout music, while I'm?
And my girl in the vanity mirror, wiping off Mac lip gloss
Finna roll up a doobie, sincerely yours truly
They can't do nothing with me, they can't do nothing to me
[Hook]
Uh, clearly I made it, all of this hating
Show's over, it's a couple bad ones waiting
Tryna get chosen, flown to a exotic destination
Smoking on something as strong as my vivid imagination
I don't see nothing wrong with love being naked
Out this world whips, my crib a space station
My life is a trip, my crib a vacation
[Hook - Marsha Ambrosius:]
Bright lights, big city
Big cars, you and me
So baby you can roll with me
I'll show you how it's supposed to be
Big stars, I'll spot ya
Be calm, I got ya
So baby let me take you there
Baby, let me take you there
[Verse 2 - Curren$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
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - 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
[Hook]
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