Landed lyrics - Curren$y

Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
They say I'm not from this planet
Shit going just how I planned it
Put a lil away for the families
Stacking my bread like a sandwich
Saving my face from them cameras
Situations could get scandalous
When niggas feel like they embarassed

Your bitch fucking niggas for status
Girl, that's the one you should be mad with
That's a panamera not a camera
A cranberry not the fabrics
Front to valley flashing hazards
In the lobby bar smoking gasses
My watch worth twice what your advance is
Or try to play me on no rap shit

Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
They say I'm not from this planet
Everything going how I planned it
Put a lil away for the family
Stacking up bread like a sandwich
Saving my face from them cameras
Cause situations could get scandalous
When niggas feel like they embarassed

I used to live in Miami
Fall asleep stoned on the balcony
Me and my homie smoke rapper weed
I'm the one coined the phrase rapper weed
I'm the one 'fuck it, we ain't gon' get into that
You can smell the shit strong and it's still in the vacuum pack
Woke up this morning said told myself self 'it's time to get the bag'
Wouldn't have went to sleep that night used a half a million as a [?]
Wouldn't have said it, if I weren't with it
I don't care like them sucker niggas
In a matter of minutes gon' get it
In a couple more I'm showing up in it

Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
They say I'm not from this planet
Shit going just how I planned it
Put a lil away for the family
Stacking my bread like a sandwich
Saving my face from them cameras
Situations could get scandalous
When niggas feel like they embarassed
Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
You ain't never seen this, don't know what this is about
Might not ever be released, they just want me to try out
Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
Bitch I ain't pull up, I landed
You ain't never seen this, you don't know what this is about
Might not ever be released, they just want me to try out

Put a lil away for the family
Staying away from them cameras
This a panamera not a camera

Step Outside lyrics - Curren$y

I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
Smoke something in my ride

In the Bape coat, in a grey ghost
To the condo so we can change clothes
She has a six series beemer four door
Say she 'set, go' and I was one of those
Suppose, I should be glad she chose
Over these girls, man you never know
Hide up, still on my toes
Also don't come with that fuck shit
Shooters and [?] go 'round with this hoe, gotta let know who run shit
Get 'em up off that dumb shit
I'm on some stacking my funds shit
I'm tryna see all my dawgs rich
I'm tryna see all my dawgs rich
I'm a follow me to where the cars is
I'm finna show you who the boss is

I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside

Nigga spark one in my Chevy, if you really ready
This Andretti game selling, my chain heavy
Self made, me and my rollers just took a selfie
Broke niggas on mute, it ain't shit they can tell me
[?] my wins is just consecutive
Too high too see my competitors
Too high too keep up with my schedule
But I stay on my commas and decimals, at all time
Don't sleep, girl I'm never that high
Roll another one underneath the street lights
Light that bitch off for the whole eastside
She can't hide it, I see it in her eyes
She tryna come see what a G like

I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
Smoke something in my ride

Left My Keys lyrics - Curren$y

Took my jacket off as I slid to the car
Exiting the sports arena like a star
Use the talent elevator to the rooftop office
That's how you know you made it
Rubbing elbows with the life changers
Shaking hands with the strangers
Hanging 'round motherfuckers more dangerous than strangers
Shit trill
I pray for my cousins who be banging
Hope that rap shit clicks
But that paper won't stop my loved ones from hanging
Rest in peace to the Jacka
Keep them Chevy's swanging
Burn the rubber at the traffic light for entertainment
Killed the beat, showed up torched to the arraignment
Higher than a spaceship
Your honor in amazement
Couldn't even say shit
Let a nigga skate back to the interstate quick
All in the cake mix but never get the game twisted
Never coming up on lame shit

Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Rolls Royce came through like Theraflu, nasty as fuck
Bentleys pulled up too
Shot callers on entourage members in the coupe
Trying to catch us slipping, but your bitch gave us the scoop
[?] to the loot we be on the move
Anything about it, you probably not even that cool
All I do is roll killa at the house on shrooms
Made a million dollars staying fresh and being true
Underground niggas, couple cribs, couple pools
Might piss in the mainstream, take ya'll money too
What the fuck dumb niggas gonna do?

Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I'm a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I'm a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Stash House lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

[Curren$y:]
Dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another mil
Dollar, dollar bill, yeah

When I got out the car I was talking on the phone
Calm in the storm
The Rolls Royce race in a Rolls Royce Dawn
Too slick, you prolly slip before you can step up on
Intercepted before you could creep, you see you been crept on
Life is pressed on
Adding to my Rolex collection
Sky-dweller rose gold prolly do my next one
I know what you wanna hear
That shit that make you hustle all year
I came to the studio with a boat
So I can load these keys up, when they're ready to go
Them other crews slangin' stepped on dope
You want that pure shit, homie then you know where it's go
The game done changed y'all, but not your dawg
I'm still in the cut, rolled up in the kush fog

Like dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another, hide another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Kane, nigga
Yeah, rest in peace my nigga Timber
Used to hit the beauty bar on Tuesday foreign Brenda
Freddie Forgiato, chop that [?] to get my chips up
When I jumped up off the porch, ain't had no clue just where I end up
Audio stay dope like ice cubes and bottled water
Ain't no gas up in this bitch but I'm cooking like Snoop and Wacka
Fuck the stripper club if they ain't got titties out like the Carter
Young Nino if she nasty like Janet, I change the [?]
Like dollar, dollar bill
Poured the whole Joe Montana when I broke the seal
Niggas thought that I was dead in the gutter they wrote the will
Beat the case and I put new candy paint on my Coupe de Ville
Beat the case and put my baby on acres like ain't shit changed
Yeah I rap but bitch my meat and potatoes come off that slangin'
Took the job out of the box meant to shake it [?]
Get you three for two I sell triple-doubles
Anthony Davis or Russel I meant
More than a couple assists once I alley-oop the ball
Player was running this bitch
Gangster Gibbs flipping a chick like I was Chris in 1996
She getting dick off a player from the New York Knicks
And I'm like [?]
Dollar dollar bill

Presidents lyrics - Curren$y

I wasn't rich from the beginning see I had to get it
No tint up on my windows hoe you see me in here
Straight winner turn these rappers out here into dinner
Get some grub with ya Soul Food my niggas
I drove through and I killed 'em
Had the rear mounted engine on the Ferrari with the dishes
These cars I always mention
'Cause you really see me in 'em
See first I smoke and envision it
And then I hustle and get the shit

Some of my people gotta hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors coming to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for them presidents

Some of my people gotta hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors coming to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for them presidents

Juvie gave me the game a long time ago
So every now and then I slide past his spot to smoke
I got patnas sold a lot of dope and this I know
Some of 'em chilled out some of 'em still out there though
What I'm gon' knock 'em for, know it's all about the dough
It's a survival thing in time I hope I could provide a lane
In time I hope I could provide some change
Show 'em a way to rise up and get paid
A slice of the layer cake, one is all it take
Show 'em a way to rise up and get paid
A slice of the layer cake, one is all it take

Some of my people gotta hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors coming to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for them presidents

Some of my people gotta hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors coming to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for them presidents

You making shit more complicated than it should be
You feel your chance is coming soon and it could be
You making shit more complicated than it should be
You feel your chance is coming soon and it could be
Yup

There Go The Man lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Corner Boy P)

It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who

Swang like swords on the boulevard
Love from the broads get 'em high fuck 'em hard
Smokin' in my yard looking at my cars
Try to pick 'em out I like to switch 'em up before the night falls
Stunting just a little bit if you gotta call it something
I'm just tryna show you how to come up out of nothing
Get a progress from the struggle
Out West smoking killa onions
Me and [?] bong snap shatter wax pimpin' all that
Penning raps counting paper stacks
Jet Life on the map
Bong snap shatter wax nigga all that
Penning raps counting stacks Jet Life on the map

Uh
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist
Uh
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga

All I'm tryna do is get my cash on
All I'm tryna do is run them numbers up
Get something smart and sexy I could smash on
We got four bad bitches in the truck with us
I smoke 'em to the face I never pass 'em
But I'll toss you the bag and let you roll one up
Friday night we pull out them Italians
That's Ferrari's Lamborghini's coming out the cut, yea

It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch

It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
Homie you know me well

Been Real lyrics - Curren$y

Landed with my duffle in hand
Working out a plan
Hustle not a scam
Struggle of a man
Tryna get to it
Southern supplier of real music
Trill shit evoke...

Landed with my duffle in hand
Working out a plan
A hustle not a scam
This the struggle of a man tryna get to it
Southern supplier of real music
Trill shit evoke feeling when you listen to it
Only trueness if ever I spoke
It was a million dollar quote if ever I wrote
Papered up, but I'm still feeling broke
Ran 100 miles still got plenty more to go
Terrace overlooking the seashore
Left side of my walk-in closet look like the BBC store
Lifestyle goals, this is something you should reach for
High as the stars because we on my nigga
Drug dealer cars we gettin' country club homes we living
Looking like a PGA champion
Crib made out, I'm stoned in the governor's mansion
Tryna put a little dope in the game
Put some pure in your veins
Help you maintain and stay sane
Sharpen yo knives and carve your own lane
Never let that money make you change
A Gangster gets his money and remains

I ain't always had that paper but I been real
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
You don't know how that shit feel
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
That ain't how you niggas live
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
You don't know how this shit
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
That ain't how you niggas live

Outside the chicken spot in that Starship Rolls
With the kamikaze doors
Discussin the hard from the last score
As the world revolves slow
We livin fast, runnin through that cash
Cause any minute can be our last
So we live it up, pop a bottle lift your glass
This is us, the team that never switched up
To the script, memorized that bitch
Y'all was tryna be too slick
You end up lying in shit
See this a dog eat dog world
You get fleas you get bit
Tryna live free in the streets, might get hit
This is for those who wanna thrive, not just exist
To survive and surpass all the shit
Ferraris and a bad bitch, pillow-top mattress
Daydreamin about paper advancement
Gettin up, gettin to it, really puttin the plan in action
The result is the boss smokin gas, mashin
On the interstate blazin' reminiscin laughin
Smilin at all memories, even the bad ones
Cause at least we had em
Some of us made it, some of us immortalized in murals
Lookin to the pavement
Candles in the spot homie was slayed in
I shed a tear with my top down it was rainin

Unh...

I ain't always had that paper but I been real
You don't know how that shit feel
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
That ain't how you niggas live
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
You don't know how this shit feel
That ain't how you niggas live

Above The Law lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Smoke DZA)

[Curren$y:]
Just pulled away from the cocaine press
The Marina EP still being perfected
See my nigga it's a process
I can share my recipe with you minus a couple steps
Gotta keep some of that game to myself
Some of y'all niggas too lame and don't deserve the share in the wealth
I heard they coming for my neck, I bought another chain
My youngins at the range and they working on their aim
They telling me to chill shit ain't never that real
For the big dog that had to step on the field
I said I dig, yelling still if it was a walk
And it was time to ride, I know they'll be in the car
Ready to hop out and fire wherever enemies are
It get ridiculous when cash is involved
Contractor designed the crib so we can hide them stacks in the wall
Highed up above the law
Highed up I want some cars
Highed up I want it all
All the shit I ever saw

Just pulled away from the cocaine press
The Marina EP still being perfected
See my nigga it's a process
I can share my recipe with you, minus a couple of steps
I can share my recipe with you, minus a couple of steps
Gotta keep some of that game to myself
Some of that game to myself, some of that game to myself
My youngins at the range and they working on their aim
They working on their aim, work-working on their aim

[Smoke DZA:]
Set the stage, another bag, another plane
My hippy bitches burning sage
We gave 'em classic jams to blaze to
It's phase 2, twist another bagel
We tuned into the architects, hustlers, stay cool
Free bitch, you fuck around and blow the trial
Think she upper class, she selling pussy in denial
Use the same mouth to kiss a child
She ain't for you, she for the game and expensive dinners from Chow's
Hand flickas bottle service need another round
Heard they coming for my head, I bought another crown
Endlessly twisting something loud
On this 8th grade high and I ain't coming down
Sometimes a L is the only way to gain
The irony when winning is the object of the game
Apply pressure, give 'em pain
Iceberg big, Andretti, nigga planes

[Curren$y:]
Just pulled away from the cocaine press
The Marina EP still ain't been perfected
See my nigga it's a process
I can share my recipe with you man, it's a couple steps
I can share my recipe with you man, it's a couple steps
Gotta keep some of that game to myself
Some of that game to myself, some of that game to myself

Pound lyrics - Curren$y (feat. 2 Chainz)

[2 Chainz:]
Yeah, told Spitta roll up and he pulled up on
Everybody know that that's my N.O. homie
Started way back, I give a shot out to Tunechi
All them other rapper's niggas certified coochie
Used to wear Gucci and I still do
All that shit so old to me it's mildew
Old money still got the lil face
I was trapping when L.A. Reid was LaFace
Alright, André my favorite rapper
Raw paper, my favourite wrapper
All of these baby rappers starting to look like lady rappers
Dead beat rappers, never change they baby pamper
I used to serve your favourite rapper, now I smoke it for example

I bought pounds just to smoke it
Pounds, just to smoke
I bought a pound just to smoke it
A pound, just to smoke
Walk in church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
Already know what it's smelling like it
Walked in the church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
You already know

[Curren$y:]
I got stars in my ceiling, mama how you feeling?
Chinchilla dragging on the floor with my gold pendants
Done it for my city just to show 'em I can get it
Hella cold with it, yeah dawg you know your nigga
Been down with Tity since me and Tune were visit
Hit him for the killer quickly he came through with it
Had to dually truck it was shitty
I had the Bently
We shot a video with a few bitches
The casino scene was flipping, straight rolling
Hot box the box chevy, shit look like a explosion
Two of the coldest niggas smoking
Rolling, millionaires and we homies
That's dangerous you know it

[2 Chainz:]
I bought pounds just to smoke it
Pounds, just to smoke
I bought a pound just to smoke it
A pound, just to smoke
Walk in church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
Already know what it's smelling like it
Walked in the church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
You already know

mixtape: "Andretti 11/30" (2016)

Take You Higher lyrics - Take You Higher

[Sample - R. Kelly:]
Let me take you higher
And let you know how you should feel
Let me take you higher
And let you know how you should feel

[Curren$y:]
A cloud of smoke in the coupe
Vocal dope in the booth
Every grip bing true (true)
That's why I get the loot
That's how I can get you
Admit that I know what did it
You seen me swerving in it
Balled out with a high percentage
Range like Reggie Miller but I handle like Iverson
I should probably drop my own tenni's
Score points and get fly with 'em
Joints rolled with the fire in 'em
Said she trying to take it to the moon
We ain't even got to leave the room
Don't tell me you fuck with the shrooms
My little brother pulling up soon
Said he had a batch that was cool
Just let me know what you're trying to do
I'm a go roll up another one
The Doors playing Waiting For the Sun
With the doors on the Wraith opened up
Now I see what they're hating on
You should get your paper, what you waiting on

[Sample - R. Kelly:]
Let me take you higher
And show you how you should feel
Let me take you higher
And show you how you should feel
Let me take you higher
And show you how you should feel
Let me take you higher
And show you how you should feel
Let me take you
Let me take you higher
And show you how you should feel

Real Family lyrics - Curren$y

I come from a real family
Shit might get crazy if you try to play me
I come from a real family, yeah
Over paper things can get complicated
I come from a real family, yeah yeah
I come from a real family
I come from a real family

Yeah, I come from a real family
Been stacking and we still at it
Smoked a half a zip in the benz wagon
Trying not to lose balance
Thankful I made it back to the palace
Roll up another one and pop a lil bottle the sun
Celebrate every night the money come
And see we party every night we always hustlin'
And see you was sleeping when we turned the oven on
So when we cut the cake don't you be expecting nothin'

I come from a real family
Shit might get crazy if you try to play me
I come from a real family, yeah
For paper things can get complicated
I come from a real family
I come from a real family
Yeah, I come from a real family

Work for it dawg ain't nothing handed
If you moved on it by night you probably would have had it
Diamond rings bugs bunny carrots VVS rolexes mafia status
But you not grinding for it lazy ass you should be embarrassed
Bought the Lamb and the Ferrari
Tryna see which one the fastest
If my brother is around me know its probably a few ratchets
I come from a real family
No reality show cameras just real action
Teenagers is really packing and they clapping
And knock you backwards
Cars is changing fire weaving through inner state traffic
I remember click clacking masses
I was tryna get a ride to my classes
Guns was being brandished scores was being settled
Niggas was scrambling running carrying they homies calling ambulances
They probably get up and take their sweet time to come handle that
Now its retaliation time you planning that
Catch them boys who done that shit
Leave them where they standing at
But that won't bring your mans back
You might feel better for a second but stay focused it ain't over dawg
Karma will try to catch up cycle goes on, street soldiers die
They sons are born into a war and now its time to ride

I come from a real family
Shit might get crazy if you try to play me
I come from a real family
For paper things can get complicated
I come from a real family
I come from a real family
I come from a real family

Money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
When its showtime how many your...

Motto lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Corner Boy P)

[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day I'm a make sure that we straight
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Money and the power and a nice place to stay
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way

Cruisin' in my low rider I be vibin' to [?]
Groovy ass oldies is all I play
Playa ass tunes is all I make
Coolest nigga in the room who been getting the cake
See me in my box chevy we could [?]
No raggedy sounds ain't no rattling plates
Got it out the mud trapping off them mixtapes
You started happenin' overnight that was a mistake

Hustle all day I'm a make sure that we straight
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Money and the power and a nice place to stay
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way

[Corner Boy P:]
I got some brand new 6 by 9's in my car door
100 spokes Dayton cross laced triple gold
Candy dripping off it like a runny nose
Had two 10's and a beam I just got a 4
I be grinding for that money gotta heavy load
Same hustle same trap just got a better stove
All gas no breaks I'm running through them O's
I relapse in this bitch I'm finna pour a 4
Dapping for designer what my niggas on
My lil cousin doing 20 he just want a phone
For that money and that power be all in your home
I thank the Lord everyday I get to swing a pole

[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day I'm a make sure that we straight
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Money and the power and a nice place to stay
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way

What the fuck you thought
I been a boss since the start
Never falling off, sports cars racing movie stars
Grind hard, word to my dog Lito
Ferrari 430 in my South Beach clothes
Walking in the spot, standing on the couch
Valet parking lot 10 million dollars worth of drops
10 strong, we in playoff form
Going to the Finals, leaving suckas behind us
High off the finest vines when you find us
Never in your life will you find a crew like us
Watch me turn this batch into a Bentley
And I don't even need another Bentley, you feel me?

Hustle all day I'm a make sure that we straight
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Money and the power and a nice place to stay
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way

New Orleans State Of Mind lyrics - Curren$y

My New Olreans state of mind
My New Olreans state of mind
My New Olreans state of mind
My New Olreans state of mind

Uh
My New Olreans state of mind
Got me lookin' over my shoulder every time I walk to the ride
We know homicide lurks outside
What's fucked up is sometimes it's an inside job
My New Olreans state of mind be advised
My New Olreans state of mind got me feeling like Nas
When he wrote Hate Me Now
I rise above negativities lighting my sticky trees
Then proceed to live out my dreams
That new Maybach is not make believe
They thought about G's when they constructed these, fit for a King
I drizzled diamonds on that Queen
Topic of discussion even if I'm not on the scene
And that's a good and bad thing in New Orleans
Small city, big dreams
Big misunderstanding over small things

My New Olreans state of mind
My New Olreans state of mind
Got me always getting high to ease my mind, shit
My New Olreans state of mind
Got me drinking thinking bout homies who died
My New Olreans state of mind
Trying not to cry
My New Olreans state of mind

Stayin Ready lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Tiny C-Style)

[Curren$y:]
Riding in my homeboy Buick Rivieira
Blowing that killa in the good weather
Feeling like Goodfellas
This real life no movie director no movie projector
Just jealous ass niggas with Beretta pistols
Don't let them get you
Gotta stay one step quicker my nigga don't let them near you
Watch your neck if they next to you
They living off you but they still wishing debt to you
Cold world but its still spinning
Can't do nothing bout it but try to live in
And to try to raise kids in it
Make millions keep it hidden
Cause motherfuckers might try to kill you
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
Tried to catch me slipping but we hit you already
Rolled on your set in my Chevy
From inside your house you heard and you smelled me

We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
Try to catch us slipping but we hit you already
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready

[Tiny C-Style:]
Stay ready like Lil Caesar
Put red dots on you like a slice of pizza
Sly like a visa miss me with that talk, don't believe you
Come to the land and get taxed like a parking meter
Whole gang strapped like football helmets
You see them NFL tax better run for it
You niggas Gump like forest kick shit like Chuck Norris
Maybach with the rasp but you ridin' in the Ford Taurus
No safety on the 40 I'm ready at all times
Shit get hectic when you g and pushing real lines
Long beach state of mind make me do it to him
One shot from the draco guaranteed you ruined
Fly to Miami with some bad ones and chill for a week
Look for a plug to help me flood these streets
I rap now but if you stay ready you ain't got to worry bout
How you gon eat, major key

[Curren$y:]
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
Try to catch us slipping but we hit you already
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready

We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready
Try to catch us slipping but we hit you already
We just stayin' ready so we ain't gotta get ready

The Man lyrics - Curren$y

It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who

Swang like swords on the boulevard
Love from the broads get 'em high fuck 'em hard
Smokin' in my yard looking at my cars
Try to pick 'em out I like to switch 'em up before the night falls
Stunting just a little bit if you gotta call it something
I'm just tryna show you how to come up out of nothing
Get a progress from the struggle
Out West smoking killa onions
Me and [?] bong snap shatter wax pimpin' all that
Penning raps counting paper stacks
Jet Life on the map
Bong snap shatter wax nigga all that
Penning raps counting stacks Jet Life on the map

Uh
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist
Uh
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga

All I'm tryna do is get my cash on
All I'm tryna do is run them numbers up
Get something smart and sexy I could smash on
We got four bad bitches in the truck with us
I smoke 'em to the face I never pass 'em
But I'll toss you the bag and let you roll one up
Friday night we pull out them Italians
That's Ferrari's Lamborghini's coming out the cut, yea

It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch

It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
Homie you know me well

FedEx lyrics - Curren$y

Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Money power respect
Tryna make that bread stretch

Valet park the Spider at the stadium
Really got the cars them boys say they in
Level 6 armored the Mercedes Benz
Feeling like Ox in this bitch smoking big lobster claws
Butter sauce but of course
Brought myself up, became a boss on no days off
Sycamore Style, my Wallabee Clarks
Marble cake catching plays from my loft
I made a million just to make this phone call
Homie please, adapt to your surroundings
You surrounded my some G's
They know you pussy they been observing the way you breathe
They might tighten you up a little bit before you leave
The rats get cracked when the python squeeze
It's animal kingdom in these streets
You gotta be a man and a beast
Gotta keep one eye open when you sleep
Might have to kill something to eat

Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Money power respect
Tryna make that bread stretch
Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Been killing 'em like a drive by
Is y'all dead yet?
Pulled up like Fed Ex, yea
Pulled up like Fed Ex

Camouflage Rolls Royce don
Umbrellas in the lead shower things get torn apart
Every bar I write another war I start
As my wishlist becomes a list of things I've bought
No regrets for the necks I stepped on none of that was wrong
Because all of this is all I want
How could you blame me when the hustle made me
Money crazy stacking daily
Only way to be, so says me
Audio dope, check it for the [?]
And then you pay me risk taking got that money raining
Baby, you played yourself thinking you could ever play me
Waiting for my downfall it's gon' be a long night
I'm too high to land homie this gon' be a long flight
Money run, we get it done before the sun lights
Plan executed to the letter
More money then you seen in your life ever, ever

Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Money power respect
Tryna make that bread stretch
Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Been killing 'em like a drive by
Is y'all dead yet?
Pulled up like Fed Ex, yea
Pulled up like Fed Ex

Stack It lyrics - Curren$y

Uh
Arriving on my set they see my new shit
Life of a Jet something exclusive, uh
Way colder than what your dude in
Once I met the hustle I was married to it
Baby girl that's all I'm doing drugs and the music
We be moving units to 'em straight like a ruler
Line after line write that fine tingling down her spine
Controlling her medulla, she mine
I deliver goods right to my consumer on time every time
Customer service shipping birds online
Eastside on the rise all the time on mine
Money on my mind making all your money mine

Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Baby girl ask me why I do it
Hustle is a drug I'm addicted to it
Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Baby girl ask me why I do it
Hustle is a drug I'm addicted to it

Uh
Money on some ballin' Uncle Scrooge shit
Make duck bucks do the trucks pulling up
Handing out nooses, hang yourself stupid
Tryna do it like the ones when you niggas really sons
Pay homage to where you got it I'm the fly father
Fore founder smoking pounds of straight chronic
West conference bomb shit
I got it from my 'round 'nem
Backyards smoking large while we charge them lowriders
Later on we clowning
I'm really out here and you not about it
Where was you you was not around here
Said you was but you really lyin'
I'm riding, you hibernating your bitch is in hiding
Sucka

Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Baby girl ask me why I do it
I'm addicted to it
Yea
Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Stack it till we got nowhere to put it
Ask me why I do it
So addicted to it

Hustlers lyrics - Curren$y

Uh
Got the 96 Impala squatting on them Forgiatos
Right outside my niggas watchin' out
The block hotter than a coffee pot
Can't even get the pizza man to pull up 'round here
But this my partnas spot
He got paper but he say he don't wan' move out
So I visit him every time I'm in town
We smoked an ounce and a half down
Then I scratched off in my ride
Headed to that downtown high rise
I'm underground so I don't get that mainstream shine
And my people complaining about it all the time
I send 'em pictures of that Rolls Royce and my Ferrari let 'em know that I'm doing fine

We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride
We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride

You waitin' on a Lyft I'm sliding in the Six
AMG with the crash board shit I done drove every car
What's next on the list?
A warehouse to put more in I keep recording and touring
Merchandise money pouring all in the pot
We gon' eat so good this morning
Look at all this gold I got
Diamond Rollie wrist frozen
Put my sleeve over this bitch its still showing
Stunting on 'em without even tryin'
I just took a sip of my water and I'm blinding 'em
Shouldn't have been watching so close
Evil eyeing 'em, excuse me I'm highed up
Painting pictures with my mind again
Writing movie scripts with my rhyming pen

On time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride
We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride
None of them niggas gon' ride
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
Them niggas ain't get like us

We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride
We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride

Slid lyrics - Curren$y

It's nothing new
Though it might be to you

Check how I sit
Check how I sit
Check how I slid
That's what I did
That's what I did
Caught them stunts on a bitch
Caught them stunts on a bitch
Caught them stunts on a bitch
Left 'em sick
They said I'm sick
Oh shit

Pulled up tough
Old school spaceship coupes luxury trucks, yup
And they knew it was up
Floozers choosing to rush, stumbling over ducks
Smart bitches waited on the real then we appeared
It took a couple years baby ask 'em where I been
All her life I told her I been tryna wrestle down the mills
She on them pills got her rolling like wheels
We swung a L then I shot back to my crib
Life is a movie who's the star and who's shooting?
Live action for dead presidents if it don't make sense
It make dollars and I'm all about it
Rolex watches for all my partnas we all poppin'
Rolex watches for all my partnas we all poppin'
And I ain't buy them fools shit baby we all clockin'

Yea
Check how I slid

Anutha1 lyrics - Curren$y (feat. T.Y. & Mr. Marcelo)

[Curren$y:]
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Went home, parked that car came back with another one
And then I got another one, nigga I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Came back with another one, came back in another one
Went home parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, nigga I got another one

Started the day in a Wraith
Ended the the night in your wife
Forgiato made the skates
I created this Jet Life
Conservative stunts with the ice
Still giving off light through the night
Couple killers ducked out of sight
But they inches away from your life
Stay cool, no sudden moves I'm criminal smooth
I done paid dues I done paid niggas who done paid you
I been the one you looked up to
I been the one that was coming through
Making music bout the shit too
Bet a nigga never met the fool
Bitch you'll probably never do it
Settle for a second best while I'm dipping in the coupe
Money up Testarosa with my windows down
Cutting through Malibu
Totally fucking radical with a bad bitch rolling fatter doobs
OG or Gorilla Glue, roll one fucking roll two

Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I got another one, came back in another one
Went home, parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I bought another one, then I bought another one
Then I bought another one, came back in another one
Went home parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, nigga I got another one

[T.Y.:]
We making major plays, I hustle everyday
I'm nothing like these niggas, all they wan' do is hate
Back on that fly shit, like this was 2008
That sky blue G-Shock, with them ice creams on my feet
We in the game for millions, y'all in the game for bitches
The coupe can swallow the ceiling
Now we putting up signs that it's missing
Went to the gun show bought another one
So now my trigger finger itching
I swear I won't fold on my homies
On everything long as I'm living
You know we drive them Chevy's
I'm living my life like it's Belly
We smoking them big ol' buds
Gotta break it down with a machete
These fools ain't getting no money
And they don't got shit up in the bank
I spit that straight drop, take a dose tell me what you think
Make them drugs in the studio
Can't put myself 'round them stupid hoes
When we burn we burn two or more
And we don't move we let the shooters go
Introduced you to the high life
You only get one shot to do it right
Niggas mad 'cause they pockets tight
Past 11: 30 run into a light
Gone

[Curren$y:]
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Went home, parked that car came back with another one
And then I got another one, nigga I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Came back with another one, came back in another one
Went home parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, nigga I got another one

[Mr. Marcelo:]
Started off in the 'jects, then I landed in the jet
I be balling in New York like I play for the Mets
Niggas tryna run game, but I chew it like bubble gum
At 16 I got my first Benz at 19 I got another one
21 I got another one, 25 I got another one
Nigga I'm from the streets, the definition of a hustler
I don't move without mines, in this jungle full of lions
'Fore I jumped off the porch, I was peeking through the blinds
Yea my bitch is light brown, but the dope is dark gray
I get money in my sleep, which means I get it all day
First I got an AK, then I got myself another one
Then I got myself some money, so I guess I fell in love with guns
Niggas talk that OG shit, they don't talk it like me
Pockets heavy as a motherfucker, so they ain't walking like me
This is is audio d, yea we got a few keys
OG by the pound, yea we got a few P's
Jet Life we the streets, real talk that's facts
One phone call dog I have them shooters moving like a pack
Had the front and the back, Magnolia to the East
I started off with 100, and turned it to 100 G's

[Curren$y:]
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Went home, parked that car came back with another one
And then I got another one, nigga I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Came back with another one, came back in another one
Went home parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, nigga I got another one

mixtape: "Andretti 10/30" (2016)

Picking Up Bags lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Tiny C Style)

[Curren$y:]
Picking up bags, picking up bags
Smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
Got the hood on smash picking up bags
Smoking that gas, picking up bags
Yeah yeah picking up bags
Hol' on

Money in the duffel
All result of the hustle
Reminiscing the struggle
Keep a nigga humble
Rolling up a jumbo
Associated with the pot like gumbo
Nigga name hot hear them haters mumble
Can't understand that talk, it's not boss
We killing in smalls, y'all niggas is not large
Tryna duck them hip hop cop cars
68 rare chrome these go knock off they know who it is
High as the ceiling, mind on a million
Just made 7M's tryna get 10 now
Then run the old heist again while them suckers ain't looking
Watch for the taking has just been taken

Picking up bags, smoking that gas, picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Tiny C Style:]
Shit realer than a pistol in a niggas face
Y'all gon' fuck around and make ya boy catch a case
The shit in me, not on me life way real
Only nigga on the block with a major deal
My set love me niggas know I'm really with the deal
We can keep it gentlemen or get some gangster shit
I keep it moving at all times while y'all standing still
Warren G I want it all talking hella mills
Regulating for the paper while y'all pocket watching
Free bands yeah all profit
In my future I see hella commas, jewelry going dumber
Millionaire this time next summer
My niggas burn more gas that hummers and keep hammers
With 30 round clips and bananas
Got bags where they film cut your grandma
I don't think you lil niggas understand cuz

[Curren$y:]
Picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Lifers lyrics - Curren$y

The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running

We cop that Chevrolet and put it on skates
The MGM Grand or The Palms for like three days
Coming up with a plan with my mans
We've been down since the high school
Always did a dry run, practice it
And then we put it all in action and that shit went down magic
Lay low bro don't cop nothing too extravagant
Let it blow over, then cop a horse and carriage when its good
Jet Life roll Beverly Hills on wheels through the hood
Well is that right, say he coming for me, well I wish he would
I be off site when that thunder come to you
Catch you down bad then they get you good

The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running

The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running

The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running

Never know what you will see fucking with me
Got the Range Rover 4.6 SC, luggage rack with the skis
Buying Number 9 and some weed
What they smelled on the scene
He didn't harm the female witnesses
As he said it was clean ya' mean
Like he can't do his thing when he swing
For the neck of a copy cat
Sucker you'll be euthanized for that
Chevrolets and Cadillacs
Three-wheelin' the cul-de-sacs
Smoking out my chronic sack
Thinking about my paper stacks
Don't stand in the way of that
Cause you'll be erased for that
Niggas ain't playing
We been bout money all of it
Chasing that money like it stole something, start running

The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running

The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running

The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running

Stay Ridin' lyrics - Curren$y

Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin'
They hidin', ain't bout it, yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin' ain't hidin', yeah
They hidin' ain't bout it
Stay ridin', stay ridin'

Spent 300 thousand on it
Parked it on the corner like I didn't want it
Blowing killer in New Orleans
Feel like I'm in California
Zoning off a OG onion
I text the homie with the gas
And he said he coming back with a different pack
What we smoking now the truth
He say this shit colder than that
I store my shit in glass I prefer that over bags
We gon' crack a jar before we get in the car
I push a button the roof lit up with stars

Now we gon stay ridin' stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin' ain't hiding, yeah
They hidin' ain't bout it, yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Ain't hidin' stay ridin', yeah
They hidin' ain't bout it

See me in it straight chillin'
Candy paint, crate engine
Dana Dane, 13 inches
Low ride, stay high off the gas
Don't drink and drive so the four don't crash
Now cash rules, flash jewels on occasion
When I past through but if I pass through you know they paid me
Stack it till we got no where to put it
When I drive the Flying Spur I park the bitch crooked
So you can see the Forgiato's on it when you look in
Before we open the champagne bottles we shook 'em
It's a celebration so we let this shit spill
We could have been killed in the field and that's real
But we still here fuck a hater and how he feel
That's signed and sealed
Straight deal quarter mill on the wheels
You gotta drive the bitch with skill
My engine in the back
My neighborhood on my hat
We gon'

Stay ridin' stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin' ain't hiding, yeah
They hidin', ain't bout it, yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Stay ridin', stay ridin', yeah
Ain't hidin' stay ridin', yeah
They hidin' ain't bout it

On The Clock lyrics - Curren$y

[Curren$y:]
Yeah [x6]

Ferrari with the spider top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock I'm always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
911 with the targa top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock I'm always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job

[Corner Boy P:]
And no I don't take a day off
Balling like my niggas in the playoff
Leanin' in Ruth's Chris, I'm dripping steak sauce
Oh that's your baby mama
Nigga you still a little boy
Trapping hella hard up like Adderalls
Seventeens, triple gold tough as corduroys
Young nigga flip a pack and break his family off
Just like the rapping brought a car and parked it in my yard
Homie all on my line like he short an onion
Believe the nerve of this nigga, Mr. short money
I told my bitch this morning this my last Phantom
Regal cleaner than a Beamer but I want a Phantom

[Curren$y:]
Ferrari with the spider top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock, I'm always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
911 with the targa top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I'm on the clock, I stay on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job

Money to blow
I stay on the on the go, cause I want more
The records is dope
The boost off the stove, I'm letting em go
But not for the low
You pay for quality that's fosho
I stand by what I provide
Muthafuck that 9-5, 2/47 365
Homeboy that's how I grind
Fly shit I gots to drive, I flat out buy
You'll be paying notes until you die
But never I, that story there not mine
I'm laid up mountain high
Built me a condo in the sky
Park my Chevys in a long line
Couldn't fit em in the picture
I turned my cellphone to the side
At least I tried, to give y'all fools
A glimpse at some real pimps
Taught yo bitch how to crack lobster
Showed yo bitch how to peel shrimps

Ferrari with the spider top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock, I'm always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job
911 with the targa top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I'm on the clock, I stay on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I'm at my fucking job

Stunt On Em lyrics - Curren$y

Every now and then I gotta stunt on em
Every now and then I gotta
Every now and then I gotta

Uh
The game is at an all time low
We still getting this cheddar tho
Iceberg jean jacket white t-shirt and a figaro
My girl got a brick cell phone and herringbone
Just an average day in the life of an extraordinary player
Getting paper from vocabulary
Staying high from fine like it grew on vines
Drove the stock Impala to Napa we sampling wines
This a appetizer sampler my nigga I let them try
A little dope get them hooked
Then I make them buy it by the book
We do juggs and that paper multiply
Cash rules everything around me my guy
Fuck you thought this was
Top shark sleeve Lacoste
My raincoat was a Nautica
Only talking bout it cause you brought it up
Every now then I gotta stunt on them

Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta
Every now and then I gotta
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them

Open up the Ferrari trunk on them
Show them that's it's on the front on them
Show them ain't no love for them
Tried to bury me alive but I won't throw no mud on them
Instead I get bread live life to the fullest
Make them wish they was dead
But niggas too live like crew
Nigga bless who sneezed, ah-choo
Nigga got the fruit pack, Hi-Chew
Safari Air Max nice shoes
An underground nigga in the Wraith who knew
I took it all when I came through
Niggas balling like two on two
Pickup games Tyronne Lue

Every now and then I gotta stunt on them [x6]

Told Me That lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Starlito)

[Curren$y:]
Uh
96 Impala double S like a yacht on wheels
Paint fresh left the interstate wet
Now watch me smoke and chill same time get a check
That's a walk through and I get paid for every step
Got my golf hat and my white t-shirt gold cuban
I'm not trying too hard but you can tell I know what I'm doin
Sliding off radar
That's Pablo and Gustavo in the race cars
Make money and make war
Fuck a sucka nigga take me for
Real ones take it far
They thought I slept but that was one of my best tricks
I came back in that matte six Spitta going bat shit

Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back

Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back

[Starlito:]
It's Lito
Grind hard my momma on her third foreign
Chitlin circuit but I'm living like I'm world tourin
Treat every last one like it's my first one
Nigga I've been balling since the nerf sponge
Used to get alerts on my chirp when the purp would come
Still got a pound on me now but I ain't serving none
I prefer the strong loud like my burglar alarm
Whip like my bitch I talk to her just to turn her on
If it ain't bout the cash I'll pass like 3rd and long
Pass by driving fast crash if I turn wrong
Burning cones murder songs we do this shit for show
Jetlife grind hard we been cruising since we was broke
And they say...
It's Lito

[Curren$y:]
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back

Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back

It ain't a game it really ain't a game
Bitches and champagne pistols and gold rings
Some chose to slang some chose to bang
Some chose to rhyme some niggas ain't do a thang
They was froze real ones jumped off the porch
They didn't go they wonder why they don't have dough
While I'm rolling diamonds and gold on me all day
928 S like Scarface
Flip up headlights I drive like I'm in the race
Driving like I'm trying to escape
They say living like this ain't safe
But, I couldn't see it no other way
What you know about it

Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back

Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back

Top Drop lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Scotty Atl)

[Curren$y:]
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop

In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane's, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn't talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don't want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don't none of 'em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I'm holding, but that's like everyday if you know me

Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

[Scotty ATL:]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon' get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I'm proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that's my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths

[Curren$y:]
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

We In The Game lyrics - Curren$y

We in the game for millions
Y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions
Y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions
We in the game for millions

I'm in the game for millions, homie I came with killers
You had to pay for them hitters that mean they not really with you
Ferrari's pull up on your sister 10 out of 10 I can get her
10 out of 10 we can flip her
But I was too busy to hit her
Spitta and 808 Mafia make 'em nervous
Riding and swervin' on purpose
Diamonds fittin' me perfect listen to the silver surfer
Free my dawgs we get the work in
Wait bought that wraith paper straight
Jet life on the plate
Hater fix your face, you too late
She's already here

We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions, looking to gain some billions
Homie y'all ain't familiar
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions, looking to gain some billions
Yeah

Smoke the night away park the 68
Behind iron gates make sure where I stay
Everything is laid out these days
But you know it didn't start that way
Got it out the mud audio drugs
Underground plug came up got paid
Snatched them niggas cake
They more focused on hoes than bringing that dough in
That's why we kicked the door in
Dug the safe up and some more shit fuck the whole shit
Where the dough is, know we goin'
We be outta town in the mornin'
We got passports we got Porsches
We got Rovers by the fortress
We got castles till they low in
Weren't no hassle we in motion
They ask what i did it for they ask how I get that far
Wonder how I got that car, wanna know if narcotics involved
Have you ever seen spiders scratch jaws
When the fire shoot out the exhaust
I'm on the phone with my lil dawgs
[?] Say when he get out he gon' ball

We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions, looking to gain some billions
Homie y'all ain't familiar
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions y'all in the game for bitches
We in the game for millions, looking to gain some billions
Yeah

Cessnas And Helicopter Propellers lyrics - Curren$y

Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
She say she down for whatever
She say she down for forever

Said she'd always be with me on a mission for the cheddar
I promise not to forget her and show her the finer weather
We could go anywhere that's what you fucking with a jet fo'
On my levels I'm desperate, its stressful to be successful
Focused on the checks I'm always thinking about my next goal
Burning petro 93 unleaded, nothing less than jet smoke
I had that bitch butt naked, Biscayne Bay my cigarette boats
Living like its the eighties and I'm a cocaine professional
Musical dope, moving snow when the speakers blow
We were scrambling for sneaker dough
Now we buying bigger homes when the deals close
We were scrambling for sneaker dough
Now we hopping out slamming Cadillac doors

Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
She say she down for whatever
She say she down for forever
But then we got confused I though we would never say
Somewhere we got confused I though we never would say never

Somewhere we got confused I thought we never would say never
Never turned to never should we see each other ever again
I got money to get and you knew that when I started this
My main target always been increasing my profit margin
Downtown warehouse, my exotic car storage
Maneuvering in something foreign
Had a translator when I bought it
Though I could have let my diamonds talk for me
My girl like when I wear that shit, looking all player-ish
I wrote this song facing it
I ain't selfish but I'm about myself
Long as you chill I provide help
Count on that like you cont on a stack
I could show you like a map, I could pull up like a phone app
Right where your home at
Mickey and Mallory, its not about a salary its all about reality
Smoking with my bad bitch who brung a bag a cash to me
Staying cool avoid casualties

Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together

Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
She say she down for whatever
She say she down for forever

Single engine Cessnas and helicopter propellers
Went through a storm together
We swore to ball together
She say she down for whatever
She say she down for forever
But then we got confused I though we would never say
Somewhere we got confused I though we never would say never
Somewhere we got confused I thought we never would say never
Never turned to never should we see each other ever again
I got money to get and you knew that when I started this

G's Walk In lyrics - Curren$y

And then the Gs walked in and everything froze
You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
Money on my mind sticking to the code
She see me getting mine can't help it if she chose

And then the Gs walked in and everything froze
You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
Money on my mind sticking to the code
She see me getting mine can't help it if she chose

Ain't right game tight
Plotted maneuvered executing the same night
No room for hesitation excuses in this life
This money don't wait I get to it all night
In the studio cooking shows steady booking
Bought a new car paid for it with this jugging
It cost to be the boss, tall price
Some niggas too scared of heights
I climbed swan dived behind mine and anytime
Grinded for them rollies now all the top jewelers know me
Mr. Cop a show piece, 40 bands just on a band my man
Hot hands frozen fingers pinkies on ice like Disney
Figure skaters on my bracelet getting dizzy
Picture me sitting fuck that
Picture me getting
Picture me whipping in Ferrari shifting on the pacific
Smoking something exotic and terrific
Life like this only comes with a risk
Money and the power and a bad bitch
Living like I've been selling powder my nigga mad bricks
This ain't nothing but that audio dope boy magic yea

And then the Gs walked in and everything froze
You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
Money on my mind sticking to the code
She see me getting mine can't help it if she chose

And then the Gs walked in and everything froze
You in a room full of players trying to hide your hoes
Money on my mind sticking to the code
She see me getting mine can't help it if she chose

mixtape: "Andretti 9/30" (2016)

Traffic lyrics - Curren$y

Mashin, smashin
Live ass niggas in traffic, lighting up
Gas is, classics, playa ass niggas in traffic, mashin
Live ass niggas in traffic, lighting up
Hittin classics, playa ass niggas in traffic, catch a nigga
Mashin to where the cash is, live ass niggas in traffic, yea bitch
Smashin, couple live ass niggas in

Uh
Swervin on purpose tell her herb lit shit perfect
Chevy surfin, bout 12 over south side dippin in the line
Chicks hypnotized by my Dayton wires, how I slide
They say I got a one track mind
But I think about money and cars all the time
What I drive to the awards when it's showtime
When it's go time 13 inch Dayton's like I'm skating on dimes
In my own lane, doing my own thang, stacking my own change
Rolling my own joints and I'm smoking my own strain
This a different cup I don't drink what y'all drink
I'm just tryna fill up the bank and my gas tank
Never pay attention to what y'all think
I rather drop 300 on a Mulsanne
So I could drive to my nephew ball game

Mashin, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, rolling up
Not passing don't ask him
Playa ass nigga in traffic, lighting up
Mashing, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic on his way
To where the cash is, then we dashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, yea

Mashin, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, rolling up
Not passing don't ask him
Playa ass nigga in traffic, lighting up
Mashing, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic on his way
To where the cash is, then we dashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, yea

All On One Tape lyrics - Curren$y

Rest in peace Soulja Slim, Lil Snupe, Big L
2 Pac, Biggie, Lil Derrick, Pimp C, Yellow Boy [?]

Got me feelin like
This weed got me feelin like
This money got me feelin like

I'm hella high and these niggas so jive
Hate in they eyes as I drive by, but never will I ask why
It must just suck to be a never fly, underling
This is a boss thing, and these are boss rings
Sunshine on my fingers through the windows of the Gulf Stream
What you know G? Hoe, you don't know me
41 millimeter Rollie, tryna be low key
Please, them bitches spotted me soon as I slid in
I had my girl with me it ain't make them hoes no different
They was still tryna get it
But you ain't gotta lie to kick it
Might be down with it, if she dig ya
I'm outside with the killas, talkin peace
In the breeze, smoking weed but next week I'm Snow Beach Polo Skis
Four inch freeze, me in the prime of my life
I made the hustle and my bitch become sister-wives
And now the love is intertwined, money on my mind'

Got me feeling like 8 Ball, MJG and Too $hort was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like, Jay-Z, AZ, Nas, Rick Ross, Scarface was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
Tha Dogg Pound, Nipsey Hussle, DJ Quik and MC Eiht was all on one tape dawg, Lord
Got me feeling like OutKast, Cam'ron and Lil Wayne was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
All on one tape
Like they was all on one tape Lord, got me feelin like
Soulja Slim, Pimp C - all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
2 Pac, Bigge Smalls, Eazy-E was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like
And Dilla did the beats
Max B
And then DJ Screw slowed it up
Dom Kennedy
Then Jam Master Jay did some scratches on it
Big K.R.I.T., Killer Mike, Slim Thug, Gunplay
All on one tape Lord

Anybody lyrics - Curren$y

Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I guess all I'm saying anybody could be somebody

They counted me out, I counted up, I counter punch
Upper cut, out the blue fucked em up
Copped a new coupe, so I could pull up on a bitch and tell her that we through
I thought you knew, ran into one that's way realer than you
Now watch me move, only money will I pursue
Oh I done paid dues, so much I probably paid for you
I ain't tripping its cool, my young bitch said I'm dripping
She wipe the sauce off my shoes
I'm in the trap kitchen smoked out in this vocal booth
They ain't want see me winning them haters turned off they tunes
Bigger than television bitch the underground rules
And now they see I did it on any level
Rolex bezel Ferraris and better
Yeah, Yeah

Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I guess all I'm saying anybody could be somebody

Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Oh Lord now I walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe, I can't believe
I used to dream about it, now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I guess all I'm saying anybody could
I guess all I'm saying anybody could
I guess all I'm saying anybody could
Anybody

This Side lyrics - Curren$y (feat. C-Style)

[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Was raised in the ways of G's on this side

Papers up niggas plotting, bitches watching
Dollars clocking, ballers spotting, seen me hop in
Impala's dropping out the sky
Or so it seems cause I got em out my crib in line by the 3's
Nigga this is me, all I could ever be
All I could ever give you when I'm on these beats
Now I ease my way in the game avoiding the fleas
Big dog though when I scratch, I'm talking bout them G stacks
Triple OG sacks get lit, then tracks get ripped
Firing like pump pistol grips, blood on the bricks
Wash it off then sell that shit
Oh there's a boss in the midst, can't you smell his scent
You see a shark fin moving toward a feed of fish
Tuck it or you won't be leaving with it
Uh, you see a shark fin moving toward a feed of fish
Oh you done stepped into some dealer shit

Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Was raised in the ways of G's on this side

[C-Style:]
Uh, block clicking got them chickens and them Desert Eag's
Ten speed, before I ever whipped a V
I'm on the East with my G's in the trenches
Rep long like trenches
Bending corners on them inches
Nigga this is the life that a lot of niggas kill fo'
Ya boys hating they all still broke
Get to the money nigga, what the fuck you think we here fo'
Aw shit nigga, here we go, peep the scenario
Pick ups and drop offs right in front the corner store
Overtime, on my grind gotta get the dough
Done seen a little now I want more
Going hard til they kick the door
I need a new coupe, a bad bitch with a Beyonce hair-do
G'd up at all times you know how I do
Left side when I ride, Harvey Blue

[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Was raised in the ways of G's on this side

Insane lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Marcelo & Ty)

[Curren$y:]
Live the life a nigga die for
Wish ya wife would be my side ho
Never seen a nigga fly where
Take a ride inside a 64
Hop out ask him what his info
He ain't tell ya but his bitch know
Getting to the figures that addition digits flipping triple tell him gimme mo'
Sent ya bitch to the corner store
Bag of chips and a 40 Row
They ain't mine but the chips is
Go give the beer to my big bro

[Mr. Marcelo:]
House full of bitches, weed in the kitchen
Hell yea nigga we living
And all these bitches tryna get a real nigga even when a nigga ain't pitching
A real OG in my city lil nigga motherfucker better ask around
I always have been a standup guy so it ain't no backing down
I used to make [?], now I make [?]
Hustle all night, pray all day I'll sleep when I'm 6 feet deep
Pops used to sip Ol' E, moms sip Henn on the rocks
And I did coming up as a kid, was smoke big blunts like Ox
I used to have dreams like ML King, then I start acting like Malcolm X
I always did have a lot of money, I always did get a lot of respect
Debit, credit, cash, purp, kush, hash
Shit to real to be standing still so OG's be chasing bags

[Curren$y:]
All them bitches insane, all them bitches insane
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them bitches the same, all them bitches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them niggas is lame, that money just ain't a thang
Them bitches just after my fame

[T.Y.:]
Look, I told that bitch, don't be catching feelings and shit
Right after I hit, I'm mashing off in that new Benz
Motherfuck them tints, want you to see me and my friends
When we steerin the Bent, ain't gon kill you with a ratchet
But with the way I live, yea
She gon shake that for some tips
But I'm not gon give a shit
I'm gon spend that on some rims
Stomp a nigga in some Timbs
Just because they want pretend
Like they gangsters but they really pussy boy your sister told me what it is
Wake up and I grind for breakfast
I stunt so hard that I can not help it
Yea that Jet Life I'm gon rep it
All these bitches the same, I just gotta accept it
Don't slam my door when you ride with me ho
Yea, you cross the line and I come for your throat

[Curren$y:]
All them bitches insane, all them bitches the same
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them bitches the same, all them bitches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them niggas is lame, that money just ain't a thang
Them bitches just after my fame

Speculation lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Ty & Fiend)

[Curren$y:]
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
Got keys to her pad but I didn't smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass is

Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
I got keys to her pad but I haven't smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass feel
Money make her, yea baby girl that's what your ass is
Selling dreams to them suckers she be making mad chips
She share it with me cause them simps don't compare to me
When she get turned on she look at me like she scared of me
Money in the race, pulled up on the homie Killer Mike at the black owned bank
Dropped a hundred thousand dollars in the safe, we been eating on the road
Bitch stacking up to go play, all a nigga know
Living the fast way, weed burning slow
In a Versace ash tray, Gucci butter dishes
Air Max in colorways, that you could never get
If you robbed a factory, I got it right now
You could try it out after me

Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the

[T.Y.:]
Uh, jumped in the game when I boarded the plane
Yea, parked the Wraith just to hop in the Mulsanne
Yea, all these colors in my damn chain
It'll make yo bitch do some real strange things
Straight to the freaky shit, then I delete the bitch
I get stoned on some real Cheech & Chong shit
I know you liked every song but what's your favorite
We can get loaded while I play that shit
Live in color, me and my niggas like no other
Word to my mother, daddy, uncle and lil brother
We ain't gon suffer, cause I'm one grinding motherfucker
Yea, always, nigga we get paid
The cars you see us drive, we whip em like slaves
Day to day, she bring that paper, one of my ways
Fuck bitches get paid

[Fiend:]
Roll up when I roll up
Leave the valet a tip plus the roaches
Stoned up in this man but I'm focused
Shades too dark to notice
I represent survivors, soldiers, who had soft white or rocked up Cola
I used to press cash in the sofa
I ain't even asked her to come over
Money machine Fiend, couldn't have seen this in my dreams
20s 50s 100s with the bling
All this gold is just a lil something to a king
Bullets to a bulletproof truck is but a thing
Small oversight mix up, led to drop offs and pick ups
Penitentiary chances, to glit up, my wrist up
Ship pills sometimes the answer won't pick up
But living in gold eyes buck and get the hiccups [?]
You could count my chips up

[Curren$y:]
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I've made
Ounces I've weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the

Treat Em The Same lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Corner Boy P)

[Curren$y:]
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played

Dime a dozen, going comin'
Flossin', stuntin'
Them hoes love it, want more of it
From the oven, dress
My sweatpants they the same brand as my luggage
High end chilling
Jet living, Sachs Fifthing
Shopping, sipping, kinda tipsy
Bumped into something bad walking past Tiffany & Co
By tonight I'll have her doing as I say though
Four switches gold Daytons on my stagecoach
Pretty things classy hoes get slayed all the same
Got game from my big bro
Spitta in your house what's the zip code
I Heard they got some freaky lil' women next door
Fo sho

Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played

[Corner Boy P:]
True player, true blues, true to the game
Hard floors, Rollie dial, golden champagne
Game recognize, the real realize
Rims on little tires, candy bowties
Parking lot landlords when we brang 'em out
Can't take these ho's to the crib, you know they'll run they mouths
Got one tinted, pull it over when I dig her out
And roll me one, drop her off won't even smoke her out
I got a bitch that will leave me almost every night
So bad bitches come and go when your money right
And I'm in Balmain like it's Polo, all my Nikes is white
Oh I ain't nothing nice, I'm trynna fuck tonight
Awnser that text just don't miss this jet hoe
Still got old money, Jordan Retros
Never pressed but I'm a need it like the same day
Treat 'em all the same way, planes on the runway

[Curren$y:]
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played

Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played

My Man lyrics - Curren$y

Thousand dollar umbrellas in the dope jams my man
Coolest nigga on the off land my man
40 yard dash in soft sand my man
Laying up with either hand, ambidextrous
Signing when I get them checks, bitch
Collect whips, driveway sick
You should check it various carriages
I just added to the list my man
69 Camaro and a Nova that I had to get my man
Rap money extravagance vacuum-sealed packages
Madness, ocean growing lettuce and cabbages
Smoking weed with the baddest one of my good habits
Sprinkling game on these tracks a nigga so good
Added your hoes frozen looking at it
As I drove past with my man
I got that drive in my eyes they see the passion
They come to see me in their high ass fashion
Designer panties get sneered to the side when I'm smashing
I wore my flooded Cuban for a chain reaction my man
Bathing Ape sweats neck in pomegranate my man
Watching Knot's Landing haters can't stand it my man
They can't box me in because I'm outstanding my man

One of the highest and the flyest niggas on the planet [x5]
Jet life

mixtape: "Weed & Instrumental$ 2" (2016)

Intro lyrics - Curren$y

("Cathedral" Version)

Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Dadada dada dada dada
Dadada dada dada dada
Weed & Instrumentals 2
Yeah
What we finna' step off into
Nothing but the Jet Life Crew
Doing shit like we always do
Which you wish you could do
The chosen few
All about that loot
Dadada dada dada
I should drop a few bars to this motherfucker
But I won't
I'm a stand still
Freeze time for a minute
Twist one up, as I advise you to
Twist two or three up, four or five up
We got like, 50 minutes of music
Might got an hour worth of music on this motherfucker so
Have all your dabs and things in order
Have your wax in order
Have your pizza ordered
Have your Fiji waters
Yeah
JLR stay workin'
Gon' smoke another one for my dog Fendi P
I just heard his single
We ain't gon' discuss it all the way
Can't tell you who on it and all that shit
We just gotta let it drop
My whole family in the building tonight
My inspiration drove me to the building tonight
I'm a get back to that
Life
Yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Nigga smokin' weed in it, laughin' in our pictures nigga, yeah
Keep the E in it
Smokin' weed in it
Yeah
One, two, three into the four
Watch Spitta swing that 65 from his door
Yeah
Dadada dada dada
Eastside on the rise like everytime

Ownership lyrics - Curren$y

Weed and Instrumentals 2

Uh, 93 octane to get my mind right
68 wrap frame hoe and it's outside
Every day for the cake nigga this Jet Life
Rolled on you, before you got a chance to ride
I've done it for my side, same as every time
Ten toes down, but a nigga sky high
Eyes low, but I'm watching profits
Portraits of dead presidents
There's large face, dollars in my wallet
I represent, every where, I lay it down for my partners
Grew up how I grew up, they been to places I've been
Look out boy on the porch of the crack houses
To the mansions with the Porsche's, four door [?] squatting
In and out of shit, no time to think about it
Hesitating and them niggas on the way to take it
Since you playin', niggas will show you who to play with'
I done fucked around, made the Bentley my everyday whip
Wraith for the weekend, Ferrari my holiday pick
Rollin' joints on the ownership papers for all of my shits
Sorry, but I'm really not sorry
I done killed it, buried it and built a fucking house on it

Weed and Instrumentals

Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life nigga yeah

Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life nigga yeah

Got Damn lyrics - Curren$y (with Cornerboy P)

[Curren$y:]
Let me smoke one with my dog
Right on Flake Street
Fendi P, Corner Boy P
What you call him

[Corner Boy P:]
Oh shit, oh shit
Bitch you know that's Corner Boy
These hoes, ain't fucking you, cause you a broke boy
Big wheels, riding with a Barbie, in a Tonka truck
Nerf gun, on my lap and no, this is not a toy
Oh shit, I think I'm facing time, shit got me paranoid
Boost Mobile clicking, niggas say he 'bout to [?]
Push the bitch face out my lap, I got to make a play
Ándale, honestly I pray to trap another day
God damn, I went through them bands, I mean like God damn
Blowin' gas, all in the air, no I don't fuck with squares
Got damn, put them bands on him, get that nigga murked
His homies ain't gon' do shit for him, but put him on a shirt
God damn, I'm balling, and you hating, that's so pussy
You a pussy, hating on your dog, for pussy, fucking pussy
Always pull your gun and never fucking shoot it
(Never shoot it)
I'm a real Eastside nigga, you can't overlook me
Bring me $4, 500, you could get a P
Don't tell me 'bout no Cali prices, Cali far from here
I'm in the club, with a stick of dope behind my ear
Play legendary, fuck around gon' let it go in here
I came up with some niggas, they feel just like me
Your bitch DM said she just wanna put her mouth on me
It's Jet Life, I'm getting money, I flip twice a week
I'm talking Audi G, Beamer G
My scale on me, that's major key
She give me top, my candle lit
I swerve the car, can't handle it
These broke boy's don't want no smoke
I split that nigga cantaloupe
I got bands around the dough
I got first dibs on your hoe
Just served her a
They knocking at my momma door
I blacked out in the booth
Don't fucking ask why Spitta signed me fo'