[Curren$y:]
Two of the illest back in the kitchen
Filling prescriptions, fiends itching
We serve em through the chain linked fences
Beamers and Benzes on 24 inches
Reefer smoke thick as the tension from them bitch ass niggas
Fuck them bitch ass niggas, Route
They broke and they assed out
That's what they mad 'bout
While I'm in the stash house on the internet checking the latest project progress
They never understand my underground success
The amount of love I get, but I digress
It's obvious that I'm above all this cause I'm a Jet
Center Edge Territory the collective
Mos Def and Jay Elec, Andretti fresh
A pair of thousand dollar steps when I left I threw up my set
[Young Roddy:]
I guess everybody gangsters, everybody serving
Everybody slanging, everybody claiming Crip or Blood
Everybody banging, ain't nobody tryna take the fall
They all pointing fingers
Yea I'm tryna win, I'm all out of favors
We started with nothing so hustling our nature
We come from a place where a murder make you famous
We built us a business nobody gave us naythan
The underrated, Shawn Kemp and Gary Payton
Pitch a bag to the lawyer to fight the case
They got me back in the kitchen without the apron
Bucket low like fuck it though
Hell yea I'm fresh up out the gutter but she love it though
Money in the envelope
[Street Wiz:]
Arm full of riches we been evicted
Shit been official, that there my status you know the business
Convince the kid to get on a track and we go to spitting
Its Cleopatra, you know we at it, come get a listen
Best pay attention, this is a dynasty in the building
We hit the stage they up to the front they tryna get pictures
It's lemonade that's up in the air we keep it too litty
The bitches stare when we hit the place we come to get busy
No time to spare its 3, 2, 1, back to the mission
We blowing on something different, dispensary flavor hitting
We leave you in the past, the jealous be shifting different
The schedule full of digits, you guess it but it was written
Ba-bang
Game On Freeze lyrics - Curren$y
It's exactly 4:20 P.M. too
Niggas probably thought that's the beginning bars but they not
Mo' paper, mo' haters, that's a known fact
That's why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position 'cause stardom make you a target
They starvin' in my city
But I'm slidin' in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God's grace, no enemies made it through
Gettin' high behind them gates
'Bout to install a fountain in the livin' room
I'm higher than the moon
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it's nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
I'm high beneath these palm trees (these palm trees)
'Bout to take over Wall Street (Wall Street)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, game on freeze)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it's nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
New studio built, fully equipped
I'm up in here 'round the clock wrappin' bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami's
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I'm always low ridin'
Bitches like to see Gs, hit switches
My life is excitin', my life is enticin'
Feds buildin' dossiers and files about me (files about me)
But I'm straight, you know my paper got me
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life
Niggas probably thought that's the beginning bars but they not
Mo' paper, mo' haters, that's a known fact
That's why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position 'cause stardom make you a target
They starvin' in my city
But I'm slidin' in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God's grace, no enemies made it through
Gettin' high behind them gates
'Bout to install a fountain in the livin' room
I'm higher than the moon
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it's nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
I'm high beneath these palm trees (these palm trees)
'Bout to take over Wall Street (Wall Street)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, game on freeze)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it's nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
New studio built, fully equipped
I'm up in here 'round the clock wrappin' bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami's
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I'm always low ridin'
Bitches like to see Gs, hit switches
My life is excitin', my life is enticin'
Feds buildin' dossiers and files about me (files about me)
But I'm straight, you know my paper got me
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life
Dollar Sign Eyes lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Joey Bada$$)
[Curren$y:]
Roll up every morning, before we get down to this 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
American dream, foreign machines
13 Lamborghinis arrived on the scene
RIP to the club 'cause we killed it
She chose up and left ya, she left with us, she don't feel ya
I'm in the truck, rollin' up, I'm with my familia
We familiar with them millions, 'cause we been livin'
Ownership, and you only visit
You can't take it with ya
This was reserved for real niggas and bitches addicted to figures
Shit cold, it could kill ya, you need an intervention
The taste of money in yo' system, and you stuck with it
Like a tapeworm pushing you to earn digits
Save the deposit, this yacht came with a helicopter
Hop out the Wraith, yo bitch wan' take some pictures by it
Hate in your eyes as you watchin'
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
[Joey Bada$$:]
My nigga I'm just happy to be here, happy to see fear
Right in his eyes, and there's
Nothing to be scared about anymore
Nothing but me and my Lord
On this journey on my course, see the effects of what I've caused
Now I, just throw it in the bag, never matter what that shit cost
'Cause I can't afford to not floss
Fifty-thousand on the wardrobe, but that's a write off
On the income tax, otherwise a nice loss, ha ha
I got this shit mastered, I'm in a different bracket
She hit me after droppin' five bands on the jacket
Shit the old me would have had to jack it
But now the chips stackin', and I'm living lavish
It's steady mackin', if your bitch attractin'
'Cause I'm a chick magnet
She say she got a man, as if that shit mattered
If I was here then I just couldn't be madder
Excuse my manners, me and Spitta we just wave up the scanners
[Curren$y:]
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
Roll up every morning, before we get down to this 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
American dream, foreign machines
13 Lamborghinis arrived on the scene
RIP to the club 'cause we killed it
She chose up and left ya, she left with us, she don't feel ya
I'm in the truck, rollin' up, I'm with my familia
We familiar with them millions, 'cause we been livin'
Ownership, and you only visit
You can't take it with ya
This was reserved for real niggas and bitches addicted to figures
Shit cold, it could kill ya, you need an intervention
The taste of money in yo' system, and you stuck with it
Like a tapeworm pushing you to earn digits
Save the deposit, this yacht came with a helicopter
Hop out the Wraith, yo bitch wan' take some pictures by it
Hate in your eyes as you watchin'
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
[Joey Bada$$:]
My nigga I'm just happy to be here, happy to see fear
Right in his eyes, and there's
Nothing to be scared about anymore
Nothing but me and my Lord
On this journey on my course, see the effects of what I've caused
Now I, just throw it in the bag, never matter what that shit cost
'Cause I can't afford to not floss
Fifty-thousand on the wardrobe, but that's a write off
On the income tax, otherwise a nice loss, ha ha
I got this shit mastered, I'm in a different bracket
She hit me after droppin' five bands on the jacket
Shit the old me would have had to jack it
But now the chips stackin', and I'm living lavish
It's steady mackin', if your bitch attractin'
'Cause I'm a chick magnet
She say she got a man, as if that shit mattered
If I was here then I just couldn't be madder
Excuse my manners, me and Spitta we just wave up the scanners
[Curren$y:]
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
4 Phantons lyrics - Curren$y
Uh-oh
Somebody wanna donate a lighter to the cause?
G-Perico in the building and shit
Smoke one for my loved one
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
Still in it for the cash
Lotta niggas didn't last
They was clowns of the class
School of hard knocks I passed
My engine beneath the glass
20 grand for the luxury tax
'Cause I plan before I attack
Emotions had them niggas blowing they stacks
I'm in here smoking and pouring some Yak
90 inch TV I'm watching The Mack
I do my thing when it come to this rap
Underground king but do not call me that
Pimping upon the original
I hope that my legacy similar
Closing deals not singular
Show and we picking them digits up
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
I do my thing when it come to rap
I been buying more jewelery because of that
I don't have nothing to prove man
It's just a lil stunting what's wrong with that
I tell you the play like a Quarterback
Got the Scarface crib where the water at
Gucci slides across Versace door mats
Welcome to the hustle where nobody love you
Shine after you struggle, a long time my brother
Snakes just think of ways that they can take it from ya
That's what I discovered lazy motherfuckers
Just tryna leach game from real hustlers
Stop and teach them fools a lil something
But I gotta go I got another mil coming
Money chasing got my track shoes on
I'm running for it, yea
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
You really seeing ghosts
Shit like a horror show
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
Creeping up the block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
I know you hear the horns blow
Wherever a king go
Call that a procession though
Professional
Somebody wanna donate a lighter to the cause?
G-Perico in the building and shit
Smoke one for my loved one
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
Still in it for the cash
Lotta niggas didn't last
They was clowns of the class
School of hard knocks I passed
My engine beneath the glass
20 grand for the luxury tax
'Cause I plan before I attack
Emotions had them niggas blowing they stacks
I'm in here smoking and pouring some Yak
90 inch TV I'm watching The Mack
I do my thing when it come to this rap
Underground king but do not call me that
Pimping upon the original
I hope that my legacy similar
Closing deals not singular
Show and we picking them digits up
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
I do my thing when it come to rap
I been buying more jewelery because of that
I don't have nothing to prove man
It's just a lil stunting what's wrong with that
I tell you the play like a Quarterback
Got the Scarface crib where the water at
Gucci slides across Versace door mats
Welcome to the hustle where nobody love you
Shine after you struggle, a long time my brother
Snakes just think of ways that they can take it from ya
That's what I discovered lazy motherfuckers
Just tryna leach game from real hustlers
Stop and teach them fools a lil something
But I gotta go I got another mil coming
Money chasing got my track shoes on
I'm running for it, yea
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up your block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
Shit like a horror show
You really seeing ghosts
You better believe it though
Ride up the block slow
Stunt on my old hoes
Shit like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
4 Phantoms in a row
You really seeing ghosts
Shit like a horror show
She sad like a funeral
But ain't nobody die though
Creeping up the block slow
Catching stunts on my old hoes
I know you hear the horns blow
Wherever a king go
Call that a procession though
Professional
Billy Ocean lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
Everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
Yeah
Yeah
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean
You can act like you don't know
Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close
Take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow bumping Snoop Dogg
Blowing dolo
Its like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close
To the civilians
Underground casinos for the real ones
You would suffocate in the building
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they
I'd rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate
Not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear the interstate up where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rolling weed from the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Living out what I say
On these albums and tapes
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean
Yeah
Act like you don't know
Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Nigga whatchu know
That original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, Imma show off
Sucka bring his ho, he got his ho tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
High'ed up as I float on
They gon' have to call the fuckin' coast guard
Shit
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean
Yeah never will I get into no ho shit
Nope, I'm not for it
Spitta and Cardo
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Not for it
Everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
Yeah
Yeah
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean
You can act like you don't know
Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close
Take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow bumping Snoop Dogg
Blowing dolo
Its like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close
To the civilians
Underground casinos for the real ones
You would suffocate in the building
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they
I'd rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate
Not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear the interstate up where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rolling weed from the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Living out what I say
On these albums and tapes
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean
Yeah
Act like you don't know
Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Nigga whatchu know
That original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, Imma show off
Sucka bring his ho, he got his ho tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
High'ed up as I float on
They gon' have to call the fuckin' coast guard
Shit
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean
Yeah never will I get into no ho shit
Nope, I'm not for it
Spitta and Cardo
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Not for it
Fabric lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah
What, what'd Trippie Redd say?
Pulled up in a droptop, she dropped dead?
Something just like that man
When you got something to show for all that hustle
When you present that shine
For all that underground grind
For all that time you invested
And they couldn't see that
And now they see
Yeah you gotta come through
You gotta come down on 'em something like this
(Fendi P coming soon)
Its easy to do
Its so easy that its hard
T.Y. Son of a Gangsta coming soon
Everybody on the grind
Everybody on the pot
Yeah
Shout out to G Perico
Shit don't stop
Eastside on mine
Just like every time
The Spring Collection
Uh
What, what'd Trippie Redd say?
Pulled up in a droptop, she dropped dead?
Something just like that man
When you got something to show for all that hustle
When you present that shine
For all that underground grind
For all that time you invested
And they couldn't see that
And now they see
Yeah you gotta come through
You gotta come down on 'em something like this
(Fendi P coming soon)
Its easy to do
Its so easy that its hard
T.Y. Son of a Gangsta coming soon
Everybody on the grind
Everybody on the pot
Yeah
Shout out to G Perico
Shit don't stop
Eastside on mine
Just like every time
The Spring Collection
Uh
Drizzle lyrics - Curren$y
Yellow gold day-date
No diamonds
Presidential band
Got the umbrella from the Wraith
I've been wearing jeans lately
Green and blue suede Wally's
Shout out to Sicamore
Shout out to Ghostface, Raekwon
Let me get out this rain now
No diamonds
Presidential band
Got the umbrella from the Wraith
I've been wearing jeans lately
Green and blue suede Wally's
Shout out to Sicamore
Shout out to Ghostface, Raekwon
Let me get out this rain now
Mashin lyrics - Curren$y
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
I'm jamming to Max B, we low in these leather seats
Yo' hoe wanna be with me and she bold, she don't care who see
Andretti OG all I smoke in my Rolls
Represent the NO, light anywhere that I go
All my jewelry stay froze, wrist cold, ice yellow gold
Cash flow too thick to fold, stacks like erry show
In the mode this year, I grab the hustle by the throat
Sleeper hold, never letting go, you don't believe you'll get shown
In a six grain coupe, with the brains blown
Bottom bitch on the wheel, while I stuff up another cone
You don't believe you'll be shown
I like your bitch she will be flown in
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
See what I'm in it for, when I open that Bentley door
Mink on the floor, the stinkiest O, 28 grams to smoke
Bitches was lagging on me, but now they want tag along
Cause they smell the money cologne success in the air
And the aroma strong, she know what she want
She know who a don in the game
She know who a pawn and a lame
She know who a boss she know who lost
She know who running things
Walking the walk and talking that talk
She know where the G's parked, she recognize all my cars
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
I'm jamming to Max B, we low in these leather seats
Yo' hoe wanna be with me and she bold, she don't care who see
Andretti OG all I smoke in my Rolls
Represent the NO, light anywhere that I go
All my jewelry stay froze, wrist cold, ice yellow gold
Cash flow too thick to fold, stacks like erry show
In the mode this year, I grab the hustle by the throat
Sleeper hold, never letting go, you don't believe you'll get shown
In a six grain coupe, with the brains blown
Bottom bitch on the wheel, while I stuff up another cone
You don't believe you'll be shown
I like your bitch she will be flown in
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
See what I'm in it for, when I open that Bentley door
Mink on the floor, the stinkiest O, 28 grams to smoke
Bitches was lagging on me, but now they want tag along
Cause they smell the money cologne success in the air
And the aroma strong, she know what she want
She know who a don in the game
She know who a pawn and a lame
She know who a boss she know who lost
She know who running things
Walking the walk and talking that talk
She know where the G's parked, she recognize all my cars
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game
Get To It lyrics - Curren$y & Lex Luger
Yeah
Yeah
Trying to get a helipad on top of this bitch
Hustling a long time
Bentleys out side the villas
Rose petals on the sheets
Mints on the pillows
Baby smoked out
Dancing in the mirror
Trying to draw me nearer
But I got paper love
I can't make it any clearer love
I can't make it no realer
Than the ceiling that I get from depositing millions
I love thumbing through them Benjis
Getting head on the beach
In the drop top Rolls couldn't match the feeling so
Please excuse me if I keep it moving
I know them big licks just ain't gon' come to me
So I'm on the hunt
Some people think I'm tripping, think I'm on one
This is the mentality, brutality of New Orleans
Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
Yeah
Yeah
Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
Its enough loot and bitches in this world for all of us
Lil homie you gotta think larger, broader
Crabs in a bucket they kill you before you touch it
That fucking money, them haters don't want to see you get none
They want you on the porch right next to them
Can't entertain these bums get on your money
Bro you'll turn into a skeleton just waiting for that bread to come
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Get up and get to the
Yeah
Trying to get a helipad on top of this bitch
Hustling a long time
Bentleys out side the villas
Rose petals on the sheets
Mints on the pillows
Baby smoked out
Dancing in the mirror
Trying to draw me nearer
But I got paper love
I can't make it any clearer love
I can't make it no realer
Than the ceiling that I get from depositing millions
I love thumbing through them Benjis
Getting head on the beach
In the drop top Rolls couldn't match the feeling so
Please excuse me if I keep it moving
I know them big licks just ain't gon' come to me
So I'm on the hunt
Some people think I'm tripping, think I'm on one
This is the mentality, brutality of New Orleans
Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
Yeah
Yeah
Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
Its enough loot and bitches in this world for all of us
Lil homie you gotta think larger, broader
Crabs in a bucket they kill you before you touch it
That fucking money, them haters don't want to see you get none
They want you on the porch right next to them
Can't entertain these bums get on your money
Bro you'll turn into a skeleton just waiting for that bread to come
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Get up and get to the
Lavendar lyrics - Curren$y & Lex Luger
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Andretti, Lex Luger
Da da, da da
Da da, da da
Jet Life
Yeah
We ain't gon' waste no time
The labels is lavendar
My lady's Ralph Lauren fashion
I'm been mashing back and forth to the lab
Trying to make it happen
Addicted to extravagance
A magnet to chips
Grabbing and dashing with all that shit
Not leaving fingerprints
Niggas is killing friends over brotherly arguments
We should all stay alive and just enjoy this shit
We work hard for it, my collection of cars is immense
Open the jar and release a heavenly scent
Cloud up and twist, plot a hit, messages sent
I bet them niggas never try to play us again
Uh, plotout a hit, messages sent
I bet them pussy niggas never try to play us again
Let 'em in
Know what I'm saying, how big dogs say
Keep them out, let the motherfuckers in
Uh
Let the nines in, smoke out the den
Park the Benz, hopped out slid
Your niggas froze, some of them hid
Gamed on their shit, we hella dipped
I knocked your bitch, I ain't even a pimp
She on the strip, bringing it back 'round ten
That's what she said, that's what she meant
Said she'd kick in, that's what she did
A trill bitch, very real in this atmosphere at the table
When I feast bosses eating, I'll pull you up a chair
Everybody easting, everybody sharing
Organized rhyme family got the profits rising
Where we go from, that depends on whether you scared
Cause scared don't make bread, and we trying to beat the point spread
[?] on the water but I ain't in a waterbed
That's a ship I had to charter there
I got an apartment up in here
A boss is always prepared
Yup
Yeah
Yeah
La da
La da
Jet Life
Jet Life
Jet Life
Nigga yeah
Yeah, yeah
Andretti, Lex Luger
Da da, da da
Da da, da da
Jet Life
Yeah
We ain't gon' waste no time
The labels is lavendar
My lady's Ralph Lauren fashion
I'm been mashing back and forth to the lab
Trying to make it happen
Addicted to extravagance
A magnet to chips
Grabbing and dashing with all that shit
Not leaving fingerprints
Niggas is killing friends over brotherly arguments
We should all stay alive and just enjoy this shit
We work hard for it, my collection of cars is immense
Open the jar and release a heavenly scent
Cloud up and twist, plot a hit, messages sent
I bet them niggas never try to play us again
Uh, plotout a hit, messages sent
I bet them pussy niggas never try to play us again
Let 'em in
Know what I'm saying, how big dogs say
Keep them out, let the motherfuckers in
Uh
Let the nines in, smoke out the den
Park the Benz, hopped out slid
Your niggas froze, some of them hid
Gamed on their shit, we hella dipped
I knocked your bitch, I ain't even a pimp
She on the strip, bringing it back 'round ten
That's what she said, that's what she meant
Said she'd kick in, that's what she did
A trill bitch, very real in this atmosphere at the table
When I feast bosses eating, I'll pull you up a chair
Everybody easting, everybody sharing
Organized rhyme family got the profits rising
Where we go from, that depends on whether you scared
Cause scared don't make bread, and we trying to beat the point spread
[?] on the water but I ain't in a waterbed
That's a ship I had to charter there
I got an apartment up in here
A boss is always prepared
Yup
Yeah
Yeah
La da
La da
Jet Life
Jet Life
Jet Life
Nigga yeah
I Know lyrics - Curren$y & Lex Luger
Aw shit
Aw shit
Yeah
All that
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
I'm chilling, I brung 'em in here
They're my niggas, they're my familia
They're my bitches, they might kill ya
That's my main thang, that's her sister
We ain't married, but we live here
And for better or for worse we getting millions
Low riders at the airport, now guess who sent them
To pick mu homie up, he just getting here
From Cali to Dallas, Atlanta, now we back again
We live this life, you niggas just be repping it
Coupe roof milkyway, got the stratosphere
Rap-rapping out of my mind got me up in here
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Da da
Da da
Da da
Eastside
Andretti
Luger
Aw shit
Yeah
All that
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
I'm chilling, I brung 'em in here
They're my niggas, they're my familia
They're my bitches, they might kill ya
That's my main thang, that's her sister
We ain't married, but we live here
And for better or for worse we getting millions
Low riders at the airport, now guess who sent them
To pick mu homie up, he just getting here
From Cali to Dallas, Atlanta, now we back again
We live this life, you niggas just be repping it
Coupe roof milkyway, got the stratosphere
Rap-rapping out of my mind got me up in here
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Da da
Da da
Da da
Eastside
Andretti
Luger
Chu Saiyan lyrics - Curren$y
Hit the block on 3 wheels, I'm ill
Jet Life in the house with the real deal
Fake gangsters get pissed they will squeal
That's why I'm only in the trench with the trill
Second guessin', half step get you killed
My nigga you got's to chill
Moves I make got that mafia feel
Switch styles because suckers love to steal
Dabbling in your flow like it's they own
People thinking that's your shit when they hear somebody else on
They just trya get on, ain't nothing wrong
The machine force 'em to conform
This is the norm in the industry
Lil' homie, you've been warned about Rolexes and cars you been drawn
[?] some of them same thangs I want
But I never trade my heart dawg, not a part for any for this
Material shit [?] clippin' off it
The universe keep giving me gifts
Got the gift of flip, scribblin' in the chips
Jet Life get rich, leave the spot with a bad bitch
On my line, got a hook like a fish
I'm the young OG, who produce fresh looks
When I jumped off the porch the whole fashion world shook
Jet Life in the house with the real deal
Fake gangsters get pissed they will squeal
That's why I'm only in the trench with the trill
Second guessin', half step get you killed
My nigga you got's to chill
Moves I make got that mafia feel
Switch styles because suckers love to steal
Dabbling in your flow like it's they own
People thinking that's your shit when they hear somebody else on
They just trya get on, ain't nothing wrong
The machine force 'em to conform
This is the norm in the industry
Lil' homie, you've been warned about Rolexes and cars you been drawn
[?] some of them same thangs I want
But I never trade my heart dawg, not a part for any for this
Material shit [?] clippin' off it
The universe keep giving me gifts
Got the gift of flip, scribblin' in the chips
Jet Life get rich, leave the spot with a bad bitch
On my line, got a hook like a fish
I'm the young OG, who produce fresh looks
When I jumped off the porch the whole fashion world shook
Balloons Off The Roof lyrics - Curren$y
I'm with' you bro
I fuck with this record
I just want homie to brush up on his Biggie
He need to respect Biggie, that's all
But I fuck with this record right here
Ain't gonna waste no time
We'll just do it
Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
And I been catchin' the same stunts
Lately been pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari late nights
Swervin' that bitch like a racecar
It feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait for it
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bruh
That's a six-trey, there's a six-four
Another six-four, there's a six-five
I got a lot more
That's a ninety-six
I got three a'dem
And a sixty-eight on the way, bruh
Chrome all on the sway bar
What you say dog? Wait
Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
Lately been catchin' the same stunts
And I been pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari late nights
Swervin' that ho like a racecar
Yeah, it feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait for it
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bruh
That's a six-trey, there's a six-four
Another six-four, there's a six-five
I got a lot more
That's a ninety-six
I got three a'dem
And a sixty-eight on the way, bruh
Chrome all on the sway, bruh
Your bitch got a room at the A loft
She want me to come fuck her head off
I'm countin' up like a straight boss
I cain't afford to take a break for her
Baby girl, gimme a couple hours
I need to smoke
And then I need to take a shower
Then I need to smoke
For some more hours
'Cause you know I got a love affair with flowers
Concentrate they high power
I know you don't fuck with that
This shit is the truth
Might make you think of "Fly"
You might try to jump off the roof
Bitch, look at you
Yep
Like...
Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
Been catchin' the same stunts
Your bitch saw me pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari last night
Swervin' that bitch like a racecar
It feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to for
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bro
If she bad then she prob'ly kicked it
Let's do one more...
I fuck with this record
I just want homie to brush up on his Biggie
He need to respect Biggie, that's all
But I fuck with this record right here
Ain't gonna waste no time
We'll just do it
Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
And I been catchin' the same stunts
Lately been pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari late nights
Swervin' that bitch like a racecar
It feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait for it
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bruh
That's a six-trey, there's a six-four
Another six-four, there's a six-five
I got a lot more
That's a ninety-six
I got three a'dem
And a sixty-eight on the way, bruh
Chrome all on the sway bar
What you say dog? Wait
Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
Lately been catchin' the same stunts
And I been pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari late nights
Swervin' that ho like a racecar
Yeah, it feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait for it
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bruh
That's a six-trey, there's a six-four
Another six-four, there's a six-five
I got a lot more
That's a ninety-six
I got three a'dem
And a sixty-eight on the way, bruh
Chrome all on the sway, bruh
Your bitch got a room at the A loft
She want me to come fuck her head off
I'm countin' up like a straight boss
I cain't afford to take a break for her
Baby girl, gimme a couple hours
I need to smoke
And then I need to take a shower
Then I need to smoke
For some more hours
'Cause you know I got a love affair with flowers
Concentrate they high power
I know you don't fuck with that
This shit is the truth
Might make you think of "Fly"
You might try to jump off the roof
Bitch, look at you
Yep
Like...
Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
Been catchin' the same stunts
Your bitch saw me pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari last night
Swervin' that bitch like a racecar
It feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to for
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bro
If she bad then she prob'ly kicked it
Let's do one more...
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