Friendly lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

[Currens$y:]

Yeah, jets nigga

The planes and the Taylor Gang, man

Lamborghini wings and champagne

Jets and Monsta Beatz

Bitches, now Taylor Gang that

Bitches, now Taylor Gang that

Jets, holla at Wiz

By the strength of the quality weed smell

You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit

Niggas suspended from the ceiling

Not really, but that's the way the weed got me feeling

Gondola rides in Venice

Mami you got the vision and I see in HD

And it couldn't be any clearer

You should be with Spitta

And you know that this your chance

Don't blow it like birthday candles

Good guy Spitta keep his name outta them scandals

It's not a secret, I prefer my girls in sneakers, never sandals

Posing naked in only a pair of Nike Vandals

Bottles pop, back to back

Extra large chronic sack

Cellphone, camera's out

Mama I remember that

Anytime I look at that

I go to wondering where you at

So baby where you at, with it

I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly

And maybe we get back up in a minute

Fast cars

Fly clothes

G5's flying over seashores

Get it

Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly

So tell me if you is

Or if you isn't

With it

(Yeah)

Fast cars

Fly clothes

G5's flying on the seashores

Get it

Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly

So tell me if you is

Or if you isn't

With it

(Yeah)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Listen, if you with it, get in

What you sippin'?

Hit it out of the park

That's if you pitchin'

First you look at me wrong

Like uh-uh, no he didn't

Then you turn into Robin on me

You start to give-in, get it?

By the beach, watching tennis

Crack another bottle of Pérignon

Louis V carry-ons when you visit

Sending all them signals in your sidekick sentence

Then I reply, like "Be there in a minute"

Just put me and Curren$y on your friend list

The weed come from a village

Truck tire, sour diesel scented, that's real shit

From smelling this she wanna see how the cigar taste

We lighting reefer, bumping 808s and heartbreaks

Skinny broad, but out them jeans she got a heart shape

Skip the movie date and take her to the horse race

And let you bet it all, keep the winnings

Young entrepreneur, give you the business, dig it

(Yeah)

Fast cars

Fly clothes

G5's flying over seashores

Get it

Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly

So tell me if you is

Or if you isn't

With it

(Yeah)

Fast cars

Fly clothes

G5's flying over seashores

Get it

Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly

So tell me if you is

Or if you isn't

With it

(Yeah)

The Life lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah

It's Young Khalifa man, Curren$y the Hot Spitta

Look in the mirror man, ask yourself one thing

How Fly, yeah

Foot on the gas, I'm fast living, picture me

I ain't have no pot to piss in now I'm checking bags

Chief and hash with politicans, helicopter pads

Some hoes to get to know and hella Zags, no tags

I ain't one to brag, but if you ain't trying to hear

About the money drugs and women then I ain't one to ask

Smoke so much that I'm going brain dead

Hoes mad at me cause my phone's off until my plane land

I tell her whoa, slow down baby

And Spitta with me, it's enough to go round lady

You drive by, I give her wings Redbull and Jim buckets

A couple of paper planes

Broadcasting my name over Internet airwaves

Bitches hear me on Twitter put my music on there Myspace pages

If you smoke then roll up and play this

Me and Hot Spitta come where the planes is

[Curren$y:]

She said she wants to sip Clicquot on my living room floor

Smoke weed hang with other famous people I know

Gain access to exculsive places I go

Lavish and dangerous, this the life I chose

But I wouldn't change it for nothing

Sex, money and drugs, runways, sports cars, and luggage

Better to be somebody for one day

Then to be a nobody for your whole life so fuck it

Yeah get the cork out the bottles

Put the purp in the easy wider

Spitta in the house, hide your lighters, I take 'em

A case of mistaken identity

My bad fool I could of swore I brought this one in with me

In the cinnamon interior

Not tinted early 80's box Chevy with a Crate engine

Hijacking your women, you left her unattended

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fly when I'm on that liqour

The way of the samauri, I got my chi centered

Sharp as blades, these bars I lay

Forever the player and never played

I slay them bitches I never save

Bomb ass trees they get blazed

Palm trees we use them for the shade

What else can I say I got it made

Like I had it built, Taylor Gang or get killed, yeah

Surface To Air lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

Jets nigga now where haven't we

They look up to jets nigga now where haven't we

Fuck boys wondering if the bitch next

Ask yourself

How fly

The planes and the Taylor Gang

[Curren$y:]

Haters stand clear of em

Y'all stand cheer for em

Shook away from lames and over came let's hear it for em

Zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to em

Outta nowhere air hare Jordans

Kicked up sitting behind a mahogany desk

Crumbling 'erb just as Big Boi and Andre would suggest

Flow sick need a check up

Flow sick that's how I got my checks up

Bad bitches gold digging lame niggas

Out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace

Then slide through the set and fuck the JETS cause she respect us

You think you got a winner but you don't I bet she let us

Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup, the works

Driving in a Aquifina truck to the club

Cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst

Crash test dummy honey need a helmet cause she jumping head first

It's amazing how I get so high and stay so down to Earth

Ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile

Old sucka-ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself

Cause ain't nobody fucking with us

You didn't put a hundred on it then you can't hit it

Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting

Yea it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang

Lame niggas putting locks and chains on they bitches

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Smoke filled rooms

Camera lens zooms from a mile away you can smell the fumes

College girls play me in their iPod or Zune

Even bitches with bad attitudes bumping to our tunes

They high maintenance

Give em wings let em fly places

Introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers

Rolling in lime papers and Randy's

Smoking out somewhere where the sand be

Plan B killing these kids

Not Michael Jackson

I ain't feeling these kids

And you hating such a shame that's where your energy is

I'm in a Gfizz flying

Leave your bitches with the planes now she sky diving

Hella vibing

And your hating adds just more steam

More chips now I'm living more Rothstein

So for every thing it's worth

I travel all four corners of the Earth putting in work

Ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile

Old sucka-ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself

Cause ain't nobody fucking with us

You didn't put a hundred on it then you can't hit it

Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting

Yea it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang

Lame niggas putting locks and chains on they bitches

Over The Building lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

I'm in the air

All I want is the money and I see it so clear

Weed in my grinder

Mind on a million

Taylor Gang on The Planes

You know we over the building

If they ask me how fly

I'mma tell ya

If you recognize game I should be looking familiar

If they ask me how fly

I'mma tell ya

If you reconize a g I should be lookin familiar

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Party and chillin and fast livin how im suppose too

Not the choices given I chose too

Leave the club with a couple of hoes who

Love to smoke trees

Rolling in e-z wider papers

Maintain a low speed

Now should I proceed

Come from a city where niggas ain't got a lot

But got it locked

So I be low key

Money hoes clothes is all a nigga knows

Don't bring a nug

I blow it by the O

I hit the road

Cause shit is exactly how it seems

While cats been sleeping on me I been livin out my dream

The marijuana is loud but my sorroundings are serene

I'm laughin and smoking hoping my camera catch the scene

Fresh up out the plane

Flick another paper

Shorty wanna ride with me

As bad as I wanna taker her

Put you in demand

Bitches taking flicks with the planes

And send them to their friends

Weed to grind mind on a million

And we over the building

I'm in the air

All I want is the money and I see it so clear

Weed in my grinder

Mind on a million

Taylor Gang on The Planes

You know we over the building

If they ask me how fly

I'mma tell ya

If you recognize game I should be looking familiar

If they ask me how fly

I'mma tell ya

If you reconize a g I should be lookin familiar

[Curren$y:]

And I'm livin like a balla loc

I'm having money and blowing hella chronic smoke

Did we just become best friends with these hoes on a boat

Well probably so

But we don't love them no

Only can cake causes my heart to palpitate

Darling

Clean that money

Keep this dirty ball revolving

No pausing

I get too high to have downtime

No matter what your watch say nigga it's my time

I hear them critics right now

"All them fools make is weed songs" blah blah blah

You sound like a sucka

Tune ya out

As I'm tuning up my chevelle

This weekend I'mma pull it out

Lay some rubber down slanging rocks everywhere

People mad as a mothafucka

But he jet connected so they know they can't touch em

Airborn from here on been sworn in

Fat pockets cause I took chance even when they were slim

I'm in the air

All I want is the money and I see it so clear

Weed in my grinder

Mind on a million

Taylor Gang on The Planes

You know we over the building

If they ask me how fly

I'mma tell ya

If you recognize game I should be looking familiar

If they ask me how fly

I'mma tell ya

If you reconize a g I should be lookin familiar

Rollin Up lyrics - Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa

And I'mma keep rollin' up

Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up

Fool all I know is go

Don't let them haters slow me up

Stashing for my unborn

They ballin' when they old enough

[Curren$y:]

Yeah J.E.T.S., nigga

As if I had to say it, Spitta

In the middle of every bad bitches playlist

ITunes bangin' from my hotel room

Nothing but beats bitch

Fuck it when I die I could sleep, bitch

My momma need a bigger crib so I need this money Jake

King Kong ain't got shit on me

My face is a coupon

I don't know them but they know me

Bitches pitch it, like pitchers

But I'm smart not a wild swinger careful at what I'm hittin'

Burners in the sofa cushion careful where you sittin'

Ain't into nothin' crazy

Keep it for them crazy niggas

G fizz fly, holla at Wiz, catch the Steelers

Smellin' like high-time at the fifty-yard line

Ushers bugging wanna check our tickets

And I'mma keep rollin' up

Puttin' the weed low when the police is rollin' up

Fool all I know is go

Don't let them haters slow me up

Stashing for my unborn

They ballin' when they old enough

[Wiz Khalifa:]

And um, my niggas the planes back

Gettin' full off of dinner but save scraps

Never know when a rainy day may hap-

-Pen pictures out of my life and bitches, I Taylor gang that

Me and spitta, spend a grand at the bar

Buyin' drinks for my niggas

Hoes sellin' they souls just to be with us

On the road with winners, champions

Ride smokin' weed to myself the only reason they stress

Because I'm on the level you can't be in

And I flick the middle finger to fake friends

We live like when the loyalty is strong you can't bend

We the planes and all of my niggas stamped in

Billionaire clothes out in Vegas fucking millionaire hoes

I'm in the air solo

You nowhere near close

Went and took the road this young'un here chose

Smokin' it by the O

Curren$y other songs:

 

A Kid From The Town lyrics - Nym Lo, Statik Selektah & Curren$y

Once upon a time not long ago

There was a kid from the town that wanted all the dough

Money bags, champagne, cars and clothes

So sit back and listen to the song he wrote

(Once upon a time)

Sit sit back and listen to the song he wrote

(Once upon a time)

Here we go

Back when 50cent dropped how to rob

I was trynna whip exotic cars out a jar turnin powder hard

In and out the projects

Grew up every day strugglin so I had a complex

Ha ha yes

Activate the heated steering wheel plus the seats and watch it heat up the arm rest

I get in the car and dash like Kan West

Headed north

Champagne popped the cork top is off

Not bad for a high school drop out

Pockets full pullin the drop out

32 oz tomahawk from the Brooklyn Chop House

I used to serve fiends in the trap house with my strap out

Now the wrist like Aspen they need Asprin they head hurt

Dior on my jacket and my sweatshirt

Trynna come up I was servin them the wet work

Stackin loaf increasing my net worth

Lo

Once upon a time not long ago

There was a kid from the town that wanted all the dough

Money bags, champagne, cars and clothes

So sit back and listen to the song he wrote

(Once upon a time)

Sit sit back and listen to the song he wrote

(Once upon a time)

Here we go

It's like this and like that and like this and uh

Michael drivin his Ferrari to the United Center

Another day at the office the crowd applaud when the bosses enter

Livin the life of sinners though we are born winners

Full length furs preparing for a long winter

Prayin for strength praying for forgiveness

Survival of the fittest

Mercedes AMG kitted bbs rimmed it

Didn't tint it

Sitting back in it reminiscin bout how we did it

Live to tell the story but we ain't sayin shizzit

East side all the time nigga know the business

If we involved in it

It's gotta be the biggest

Marijuana scented

But that should be a given

Cost a half a million

Loan it to my homies like it's just a rental

But I cashed out on the spot

The whole car lot witnessed

The dealer wanted to take a picture

Nigga

Once upon a time not long ago

There was a kid from the town that wanted all the dough

Money bags, champagne, cars and clothes

So sit back and listen to the song he wrote

(Once upon a time)

Sit sit back and listen to the song he wrote

(Once upon a time)

Here we go

After Hours lyrics - Young Roddy, Curren$y & Smoke DZA

Trynna drink away my pain, that made me throw up (throw up)

They shot my nigga in the back, that made him slow up (slow up)

Might let my bitch drive while I roll up

My brother fighting a charge but we don't fold up (we don't fold up)

My girl say she scared for me, I just tell her pray for me (amen)

OG had to pay the lawyer fees with cocaine money

Forty years flat, two of my niggas got the same number

Heart turned cold, damn look at what the game done ya

Might cop the Wraith, the double Rs on the headrests

For mama because she worked too hard, the doc said she needs bedrest

Really from the hood, I take you spots where they be spraying at

Where I lost my mans at, sold my first grams at

Them goons get the drop on your spot and it get ransacked

Fresh up out the gutter where they shootin and throwing hands at

Crabs in a barrel, never let them fuck your plans up

Mother fuck the cops, them crackers shooting us with our hands up

Dope boy, might just pull up on you in a Lamb truck

Rule 1, if you get caught, don't give your mans up

We don't play no zones around this bitch, ya gotta man up

Ball like I'm Bradley Beal on a bitch, and one

Gun smoke, cocaine, that's the shit we came from

Learned from my pop mistakes, try not to make the same one

Never wife a bitch, them hoes will leave you when the rain come

When them chopper bullets rain, it'll stain something

Fuck around and I aim at your kingdom

Niggas ain't dumb

Look, they tried to pass it off to them other niggas, we ain't them

Real niggas rep around the globe where we came from

Route sent a kite, I'm like say when'

He knows his nigga DZA get it shaking like a paint can

Know some niggas hating on the net through on their fake grams

Really they be pussy and they really be confused cuz they fans

Pardon the fallen, pardon me darling

I ball, I belong in the Barclay, the Garden

The Harlem bred, they aren't us

This thing of ours belong to us, it's all in trust,

Chronic and foreign trucks

With all the feats, all our retreats

Jewelry, expensive feets

Women wearing the least

Pose another selfie for the freaks

Rollin up the hottest thing smoking in the streets

Dope boy, might just pull up on you in a Lamb truck

Rule 1, if you get caught, don't give your mans up

We don't play no zones around this bitch, ya gotta man up

Ball like I'm Bradley Beal on a bitch, and one

Gun smoke, cocaine, that's the shit we came from

Learned from my pop mistakes, try not to make the same one

Never wife a bitch, them hoes will leave you when the rain come

When them chopper bullets rain, it'll stain something

Tires wet like they black glass

Trunk in the front, motor in back, you know it's fast

I could teach a class, but that's too much game

For me to lands two semesters, you'll need so many life lessons

You'll need to sit down for so many sessions

Them losses that I took was really blessings

Above my shoulder is my sharpest weapon

Like a Smith and Wesson killing beats and bring them checks in

I done turned into a bill collector

I bought a office space, I'm waiting on the building inspector

Get these permits, these licenses, then it's back to balling out and buying shit

Always knew I'd be rich, ain't know which woman I would end up with

Player for life, bitch I'd never quit

And on my Tre first homeboys I would never switch up

That's that sucka stuff, that's not for us

I hit Rolls Royce dealer, got a coupe and a truck

Eat my dust

Dope boy, might just pull up on you in a Lamb truck

Rule 1, if you get caught, don't give your mans up

We don't play no zones around this bitch, ya gotta man up

Ball like I'm Bradley Beal on a bitch, and one

Gun smoke, cocaine, that's the shit we came from

Learned from my pop mistakes, try not to make the same one

Never wife a bitch, them hoes will leave you when the rain come

When them chopper bullets rain, it'll stain something

Editorials lyrics - Jay Worthy, Harry Fraud & Curren$y

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

Blood Orange Pellegrino match the flame Buick Regal

The way I play the Vegas strip, you would think I'm Bugsy Siegel

This the rebirth of Max Julien, I'm far from a Hooligan

A soft spoken gentlemen, who got a few lady friends

SL Mercedes Benz, that's just for the weekends

The fruits of her labor, what she did for a Mac then

Electric blinds sliding down the windows at the Bel Air

Room Service, Champagne bottles in the hot tub

Private suite, told her book that shit for another week

Egyptian cotton pillow sheets, nothing but the best for P

Funny thing is, a nigga live right up the street

Close to the Palisades, but I can't give too much away

They follow niggas home, and leave 'em soaking in they driveway

That's why you'll never catch me hanging with a bitch up at my own place

Fuck a stash in my ride, it's in my lap when I slide, mane

'Cause nowadays, you gotta be the first to squeeze your shit, gang

Editorial, how the story go?

It was the beat or me, I can't be sorry fo'

Moving on our road, like dice across the globe

On ice, yellow gold Millionaire, mellow flow

Professional Camaro, pedal steppin' on

This the '90, my other one a '81

I'm seconds from the top, where haters come

Gunning for your spot, you gotta watch out, my nigga, and wait for them

Sure as the morning will bring us the sun

Them niggas hungry, and they want it

But them niggas don't want to work for nothin'

But they lurk in the shadows

They wait until you look too comfortable, then they decide to attack you

The fact them niggas coming for you just look bad for you

But you can't let no fuck shit happen too you

High Grade lyrics - The Yutes & Curren$y

Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)

We got so much more

Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)

We got so much more

We came from nothin, came so far

Link up the plug on the herb farm

Tell him that I'm gonna need the greens

Cuz him know seh it keep the world calm

We use to use dream and watch the stars

Them know the yutes they know who we are

We came from nothin turn it to sumn put that on world star,

I cannot leave all my people they know that I'm with them foreal

Ain't none of these niggas my equal if you'r not grinding foreal yeah

Cuz I'm high like a space ship

Go where ever it's takes me

My heart never racing (yea aye)

Suh tell dem fi free it

Tell dem nuh cease it

The people dem need it (yea aye)

The feeling amazing it takes me some places (yea yea yea yea yeaaaa)

Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)

We got so much more

Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)

We got so much more

So much it's all in a U-Haul truck

Gotta have strong arms to roll up (roll up)

20 joints a day ain't enough (ain't enough)

We finna roll us a hundred bruh (a hundred bruh)

Andretti OG all I puff

Don't pass me none of that other stuff

Although maybe once or twice a day

Might burn on that London pound cake

The homie Berner came through and he blazed the place

I got some in my suitcase (suitcase)

I got a mill cause I signed my name (signed my name)

Rap game, dope game, all the same (all the same)

Them niggas you with is all kind of lame (all kind of lame)

Beauty chains they should be ashamed

Outside smoking on my own strain

My nigga you got to own thangs

Studying high, got high grades

High prices I paid for the nicer thangs

High rise up there with the planes

Sleep in the cloud though it's loud

We don't hear a thang

When them broke boys complain (complain)

Got chrome and candy paint

Art show on the interstate (yeah)

Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)

We got so much more

Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)

We got so much more

Guh fi the grabba that we need a lotta

Fi touch the street but mi can't even botha (botha)

Can't even sleep, if it nuh propa (propa)

Givenchy jeans, with the bank robba (robba)

Up in that thot got her calling me poppa

I just got a whip just for chasing the gwala

N this shit I'm smoking on worth every dollar

is like every plane, come with a saga (saga ya)

Cuz it be a movie nigga (nigga)

Clouds coming out of the room (room)

so high up I got me a seat on the moon nigga

Tell em legalize it soon

that's word to the government straight from the yutes nigga

Riding around with the blue cheese

One call I pull up if you need

I do not fuck with no goofy

I got some rock round my neck for real (forreal)

Remember when I smoke the blue dream

French inhaling I felt the chills (felt the chills)

Smoking before I could pay the bills (bills)

n that ain't gon change like stainless steel (still)

We in the truck getting faded still

don't blow my high when we came to chill

Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)

We got so much more

Yea we smoking high grade (yeah yeah yeah)

We got so much more

No Yeast (Remix) lyrics - Curren$y & The Alchemist (feat. Boldy James & Westside Gunn)

[Boldy James:]

With no yeast, so street, a nigga everything he seeming to be

BoldyBlocks/BlockWorks, where we at?

Scurvy nigga from Detroit, made it big off the lo-fi

I came from making pallets on the floor, but now we multi

Tied in ike a bow tie, out of work, call me Hawkeye

What do you call a pig that don't fly? Straight a fuckin' horse eye

Frenchy Montana, dropping more glass than Wassack

All this money, I be staring at it, got me cross-eyed

Don't get caught in the crosshairs, them blocks'll get you hog-tied (Blocks)

Don't piss me off or you get chalked the same way that your boss died

These niggas, they just talk slack, behind the line of screamers

Get caught off sacks

Don't make me click the switch, you know we I'll-advised

Cleaning out my closet full of choppers, ain't got shit to hide

Skeleton AP bus with baguette, price set for sixty five

One nigga sent for me, who took the hit, he should've quit his job

We cooked the beef and grilled him with the stick, now he a shish kebab

Bought an hour from Chesapeake, somewhere remixin' pads

By the powers in vest in me, now you may kiss the bride

365-25-8 with triple OT

Don't need a GPS, the route I got it memorized

All I need in this world of sin is a 36

A dirty stick and a base rental from Enterprise

Sippin' this Red Bull on the road, shit got me energized

Way I touched down at the goalpost was just a gift from God

Brainwashed by the money, shit got me hypnotized

My only problem is which watch I'ma wear and which whip to drive

[Westside Gunn:]

Ayo, my shit bold guitar, Dolce overalls

Break it down to H, you know the protocol, you know what stove involves

Been at the drums, had you runnin' dark and flippin', trippin'

I see one nigga hop a Porsche like Blake Griffin, my shooter stay sniffin'

My yank different, he lift his face from the plate

Thought it was Christmas, over a thousand dollar dishes wishin'

In Honolulu, Dior, daddy shorts lookin' Nunu

But never call me Nunu if I never knew you

Got twin bitches with fake titties blowin' my dice at the Caesars

Them stones too clobber, lil' nigga, them ain't GIA

My wrist dancin' like Sammy Davis

Mesa Cassoon on Papi Mason

[Curren$y:]

When push come to shove, that's brass knuckles underneath the glove

Pushed an envelope to the judge, less than a quarter million on that stubbin' bitch won't budge

We knew what it was before they shooters even pulled up

The whole situation reeked of some niggas hatin'

Where did you get your street education?

What have your OGs done? How many blocks did they run?

You way too old for niggas to see you on missions like they sons

My nappy dread, thoroughbreds and a six hun'

Cops pulled it over lookin' for guns

But this the money cost so they can't link us up, no RICO law

We eatin' over here, we spillin' Pico sauce

Trippin' on the Gucci tablecloth

She landed and came to my palace and she took it off

She said the scent of my candles had her dazzled

And then she felt compelled to pull a scandal off

But they could only call it that if we get caught

Baby, you dealin' with a boss, we do our dirt and get lost

Billy Valentine, these record labels, Mortimer and Randolph

Tradin' places, exchangin' some blues for all my old faces

Changin' states is a smart way, maintain that paper

In many different ways, and run it sharp as a laser

Santos Party House (Extended Version) lyrics - Smoke DZA, Curren$y & Girl Talk (feat. Big K.R.I.T.)

[Smoke DZA:]

Uh, my bank branch know me first name basis

House party lookin' like a Thursday at Aces (Right)

Good gracious, all these blue faces

Told them niggas hold they breath, they can't take it

Stans and Lavers, that's Adidas paper

Authentic Harlem, they ain't wanna see us caked up (Uh-huh)

The rates' up, the gigs' up too

Double header in France, went for a bag and I picked up two

Back across the water, bosses aura

Belaire Rose flowin' like faucet water

Get love from the plug, he endorse my order

Finesse a few plays, get mo' bucks

Fast as a 'Rari, bad broad hoppin' out of planes

Put my pot down, now I'm 'bout to twist another strain

Uh, disappear like David Blaine (Right)

Got a few things I can do with this Mary Jane like

[Wiz Khalifa (Smoke DZA):]

Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it (Yeah)

We gon' prolly get rich to this (Right)

Every time that your girlfriend play this

She gon' prolly get lit to this (Right)

She gon' prolly get lit to this (Really)

She gon' prolly get lit to this (Yeah)

Every time that your girlfriend play this

She gon' prolly get lit to this

[Curren$y (Wiz Khalifa):]

She wanna roll (Uh)

What she say, she can come but she can't stay

I'll smash on you, but I can't lay

Back shots, still got my sweatsuit on

In my hi-tops, fo' chains and my Plain Jane watch

Her homegirl watch from the rooftop

I'm the true new season, new coupes out

What you 'bout? I'm on a new route

Bitches shakin' ass lookin' like Uncle Luke house

Roll so many O's, it's just "Ooo" now

Andretti, couple more Chevy's

In the paint shop, they almost ready

When they hit the streets, you'll know

'Cause all of sudden, nigga turn ice cold

Big paper get where small money can't go

(Big paper get where small money can't go)

[Wiz Khalifa (Big K.R.I.T.):]

Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it (Yeah)

We gon' prolly get rich to this (Hol' up)

Every time that your girlfriend play this

She gon' prolly get lit to this (Now)

She gon' prolly get lit to this (That right, Yeah )

She gon' prolly get lit to this (That right, Yeah )

Every time that your girlfriend play this

She gon' prolly get lit to this (Ugh)

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

I got a priority flow, I'm right at yo do'

Kickin' flavors wrapped in paper, they ain't labeled before

Southern lights, ain't a device that could disable the glow

I school a bitch, get down with, you went and catered the ho

I'm on a level that never be, like planets you'll never see

I sit somewhere in between, rhythms and melodies

Allow me to primp, primp, get out with a pimp limp

Put it on a blimp for a bitch that done jumped ship

I got this here on cruise control

Ooze the type of cool that Eskimos would know

Rose the type of bread that only Huck could fold

Blindfold folk at my house before I entered the code

'Cause a lame break and enter where he ain't enter before

But I block 'em like a center the ball

The way I shine, like I shine like the sun ain't been shinin' at all

2AM in the morning, bet she know who to call

Krizzle

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it

We gon' prolly get rich to this

Every time that your girlfriend play this

She gon' prolly get lit to this

She gon' prolly get lit to this

She gon' prolly get lit to this

Every time that your girlfriend play this

She gon' prolly get lit to this

This one, that one, roll 'em, pass 'em

Next one won't be like the last one

Old school, classic, don't do magic

But disappear with a bad bitch

Funds, I stack 'em, girls, I mack 'em

Being broke, I can't imagine

What's that cost? Don't see the tax

I reached the point, don't even brag (Okay)

OG status (Okay), and I don't need fashion (Okay)

And my girls be badder, throw it back, she got talent (Okay)

Won't be off balance (Okay), she love a challenge (Okay)

And the money keep piling, grown ass man, these boys be childish

Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it

We gon' prolly get rich to this

Every time that your girlfriend play this

She gon' prolly get lit to this

She gon' prolly get lit to this

She gon' prolly get lit to this

Every time that your girlfriend play this

She gon' prolly get lit to this

[Curren$y (Smoke DZA):]

Roller skates, paper chase

Foreign cars, paper planes

Iron gates, large estates

My name hold weight, my money straight

Roller skates, paper chase

Foreign cars, paper planes

Iron gates, large estates

My name hold weight, my money straight

(Yeah)

You In Mind lyrics - Curren$y (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Curren$y:]

Yeah

Curbs on the beat

I bought this with you in mind

Cause I know you like to see me with it

I bought this with you in mind

(La ladada ladada)

I bought this with you in mind

Cause I know you hate to see me get shit

I bought this with you in mind

I might park my car in front this bitch

Just to floss with my new shit

Haters gon slit your wrist

Live niggas really rich

Uh, Me and my nigga buying houses

When we used to go in half on ounces

Now we balling you don't hear those spaldings bouncing?

Globetrotting goyard luggage niggas got it

I been watching from my island they don't think I see em'

They copying our style then they tryna be us

While we rolling up that reefer chilling in arena

OG only and my vegetable steamers

You could soak your style in bleach, still won't come out cleaner

They was sleeping on us, we was lamborghinin dreaming'

We turned it into real shit

Couple high ass niggas stacking millions

(Ayo)

I bought this with you in mind

Cause I know you like to see me with it

I bought this with you in mind

(La ladada ladada)

I bought this with you in mind

Cause I know you hate to see me with shit

I bought this with you in mind

(La ladada ladada)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Playing Pokemon Go me and your ho

I'm catching something rare while she get something rolled

You know the code, always go for the gold

We came in and broke the mold

Could make a million with my eyes closed

I ride slow cause you never know

Police is out here bro, I check my traps and then I change clothes

Catch me anywhere my plane goes

And always rep for the jets and taylor gang we who the game chose

I'm a make sure that I got one rolled, but you gotta make sure that you got one for me

Baby girl it's all good you ain't gotta smoke

Just know you with a real nigga riding' with a G

And you can say you ain't high but you bout to be

Start off my day getting' dollars stay reppin' my gang I know that they proud of me

Hop in my ride and we'll run and get high

So much bank you'd think I'm the lottery

They said they don't [?] me

I'm taking your bitch that's a definite, no ain't a probably

Young Khalifa man

[Curren$y:]

I bought this with you in mind

Cause I know you like to see me with it

I bought this with you in mind

(La ladada ladada)

I bought this with you in mind

Cause I know you hate to see me with shit

I bought this with you in mind

(La ladada ladada)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

It is was it is man never been what it ain't

More like the principle of the shit now not a teacher

I make the rules hoe

Gang shit, Plane shit

Ain't nothing like that lame shit

Curren$y other songs:

How Fly lyrics - Curren$y

[Curren$y:]
Ugh, Jets nigga, now where haven't we
Taylor Gang, stay rollin' up them paper planes
Yeah, Jets nigga, now where haven't we
And I'm trying to get Grease to smoke joints man
Trying to convert him to EZ Widers or Zig-Zags
Before I get back to New Orleans
Ugh, How Fly, yeah

Ugh, same nigga that I always been
Mets hat with green under the brim
I shop in bulk, my closet a vault
Gettin' dressed, sippin' Rose' & OJ like pulp
Lookin' like myself in my old Easter photos
Socks and the rugby is Polo
Stop, freeze, on three's my low low
Airplanes, dollar signs, Ortiz my logo
Kush smokin circles in my dojo
Sneaker collector, I bring 'em out kid
Kicks all over the crib, roundhouses
Ugh, fuck you talkin' about well
If your bitch fuckin' with Spitta cause she like her stroke different
Celebrate the moments of your life
We party all night, smoke all day
Eat breakfast at the airport, get drunk the whole flight, yeah

This is how we do
Everyday chase money
Make bitches chase you
Nigga, this is how we do
Race to the club
Hop out and valet the coupes
Nigga, this is how we do
Under the shade of the good trees
We stay cool, yeah
And if the bitch can't roll weed
No need to bring her through

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Ugh, I had a dream that I was smokin' California weed
And brother I tell her give me what I need
Pull up in car service, fly private when I leave
I'm chillin' with two pretty women who speakin' Japanese, nigga please
I'm selling out concerts, some 501 pants that sag
Zig zags and my Converse
Spitta to my left, let him hit the bomb first
Lame nigga asked if he get a hit
Little do he know that's a guaranteed way to get skipped
I find beautiful women and politic
Wakin' up, still drunk, feelin' sick
I'mma smoke one with you, roll another one for the whip
Listenin' to my brand new shit
My doors suicide, though my trees big chop provided
Fly society, and Taylor Gang or get hanged
Smokin' weed with your bitches when she told you she'd never do it again

[Curren$y:]
This is how we do
Everyday chase money
Make bitches chase you
Nigga, this is how we do
Race to the club
Hop out and valet the coupes
Nigga, this is how we do
Under the shade of the good trees
We stay cool, yeah
And if the bitch can't roll weed
No need to bring her through

Layover lyrics - Curren$y

[Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah
Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we...
Bitches, I 'Taylor Gang' that
Yuah

Yuah
How fly, uh?
The backseat is for newborns
Homie, I'm grown
I'll hop in front and drive this bitch on my own
Out the driveway windows half raised
Bumpin' Ma$e or some Sade'
Chuckin' the deuces to my neighbors
Like them Houston players
Got the two door Caprice
Black and red, like a Sega Genesis
Password first pimpin' or you can't get into this hangar
Access denied, you can't fly you a lame
Spiderman tangled in a web of lies
Global travel, red eyes
Plan plots, strategize
Double XL, now I'm after The Source and the Vibe
Only magazines yet to recognize in 2009
Nigga worth it, he deserve it
He ain't perfect, but he workin' on that second album
Dropped the first one with Amalgam
Digital dollars, afford flights
Where the massages will be provided
By my down ass exotic dancing Italian goddess
The planes got it
That's why she's ridin' with the pilot
Find Spitta smoked out in the same crowd
Where Waldo was spotted
Orange rectangle boxes in my pockets
Niggas on a quest like Jonny and Hadji

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Haha, yeah
(Jet set, now where haven't we been yet?)
How fly?
The mixtape it's officially done
This is it, right here
Haha, yeah, uh

I'm back better than ever
No hiatus, just weed crushers
Rollers, and one and a half wide papers
Catch me and Spitta smokin' up
You got trees? Nigga, light it
I heard this is a weed friendly environment
Seen 'em at my shows front row, gettin' excited
They all smoke and memorize my lines
Say I'm the tightest
Know bitches who rep the gang hard as niggas who do the same
And don't support the bullshit they only do the planes
In every city we smokin' like a train
They heard I'm swingin' past now them bitches gettin' gas, octane
Not a name to compare 'em to
I can skydive, no parachute
With just a dope pair of shoes
Zig zags and hella tattoos
Put you in a mindstate
That this is my movie
Put you in it too
The bomb weed make it critical
Sit with the vampire in his interview

S.D.L. lyrics - Curren$y

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I work hard for everything, so why not salute?
They say a grind pays baby, all I got is proof
And a Swedish broad badder than my main bitch
Cigarillo rolled, you smell it when it ain't lit
She don't cook well, but she give me sweet brain
Make a rapper turn singer like T-Pain
Got her stayin' up late; wakin' up, bake
And to think this the life that I chose?
Arguing with attendants who've shorted my flight clothes
And every girl I fuck, feel like her boyfriend might know
Smokin' all this weed as it smells, my weed come in barrels
Fuck wit bitches who fiend for Gucci and need her Chanel
Nigga, I'm higher off life so my eyes low
Can't wait to see what's in the future but I drive slow
And wait for the picture
Hated, now they say I can't miss like mister

All of this smokin'
Oh you, got me thinkin'
And all of this dreamin', I'm supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don't know where I'm goin'
Cause I'm gone, on to
Show you succeeding
Yeah I've been livin', smokin'
Smokin' dreamin' livin'

[Curren$y:]
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porche on my wall
Nigga I'm tryna come up on ya'll
Pop the trunk n front him my car, in front of your broad
She reconsidering her decision to fuck wit ya
I think it because of the
Possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside, front row of anything
Livin my life simultaneously in this dream
Shit goin so good I swear
Airplanes stack change wit the gang, Taylor
Wings spread over cities, leave shadows everywhere
I care less about industry mingling
Niggas was WWF wrestlers, court jesters and cross dressers
I got them cross-trainers, Nike, SB
Niggas can't fill my shoes I'ma nicer MC
I had a dream that I caked up
Tried to roll a joint, and count a million when I wake up
Jets, nigga!

[Wiz Khalifa:]
All of this smokin'
Oh you, got me thinkin'
And all of this dreamin', I'm supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don't know where I'm goin'
Cause I'm gone, on to
Show you succeeding
Yeah I've been livin', smokin'
Smokin' dreamin' livin'

All of this smokin'
Oh you, got me thinkin'
And all of this dreamin', I'm supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don't know where I'm goin'
Cause I'm gone, on to
Show you succeeding
Yeah I've been livin', smokin'
Smokin' dreamin' livin'

The Planes lyrics - Curren$y

[Chorus:]
I guarantee you leave the club with us you won't be the same
They can't help it c'mon these bitches know it's The Planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say
That money will be seen, as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Curren$y:]
My car ride by without the boomin' system
I'd rather spend that loot on my engine
Oh, hail to the chief, I been one helluva indian
But settlin' in teepees ain't sittin' well with me see
I need plenty green acres
And easy wider papers
Got the OG game in me sega
Bulls verses lasers to the left
I played her, but you treat her right
Sucka what I get in one night
You wait a couple months for
You love her, I cut up
She woke and I was gone only weed crumbs on the cover
Yeah spitta get it like that
Just how I said it in my raps respect it don't I keep it real
Said I fuck you good and disappear, ain't that what I did?
Niggas talkin' down on the planes better shut up
I'm fed up, waitin' on valet to pull my vet up
You better get up
Trynna be cute bitch I'm a leave you
Her home girl she said "please" too,
She no crazy

[Chorus]

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Drunk nights goin' through my phone tryna figure out which one I want to get at
You already home cookin' and grindin' my weed for me, I just left the club but I'll be there in a minute
Take the lock off the door
And that way you won't even have to listen for me
Oh yeah, and leave some light on in the kitchen darlin'
I mess with the baddest hoes
Gotta go overseas to buy their clothes
Trees she got 'em rolled
Don't gotta deal with jealousy cause she not involved
Ain't trippin' on her man cause she got her own, yeah
Independent as can be still I'm the one they're calling
Be there then I'm in the wind no breakfast in the morning
Phil, I'm in and out like it's fast food
People get to know me say I'm more than just a rap dude
Pay the cost to be the boss - no tax due
Now my money feelin' like it's tattooed

[Chorus]

The Check Point lyrics - Curren$y

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeaaahhh bitch
The Jets and the Taylor gang
Champagne, paper planes
You already know what it is man
Young Khalifa, my nigga spitta
Yeah

Only living material, as long as the money straight they wanna see me fall
But I got a crib that's over looking the city though,
When a lot of bitches who wanna get in our videos
Ten to twelve hour long trips, bong rips
I ain't interested in what you sellin I run my own shit
Made it through a long list, did my all
Some will talk slick, but no contest, I'm dead stressed
That's why the bitches love me,
She leavin you to come where the liquor and drugs be
I'm glass floor now you passport and over seas we watchin the sun rise,
Smoke a joint out on the beach
Write my name in the sand, I
Never beena nigga who had a lucky nothin you can say everything I planned out,
Now stand out,
I fell asleep on the plane and woke up to people screamin my name

[Chorus:]
No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no,
I Nnever put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
I don' think it's wrong (Jets)
Doin a hundred but they tell me to take it slow (Nigga)
But I never put my foot on the break oh no (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh (Got your bitches slippin off their wedding rings)

[Curren$y:]
Livin the life is just me,
Some bitches my niggas in a crib full of vices
But I don't do drugs, just weed
Caution flags wave, and fuck it I still speed
And proceed to give them what they waitin for
Daytona 500 guess who lightin joints up in the race car
Play hard, but I work way harder to afford
Boats, put your women on the water let 'em boogie board
Slightly older still, sexy broad, think give me more
Just strip for me without the tease, give me more
Still rockin Golden Eye on the Nintendo 64
Sayin they don't make 'em like this anymore
Same goes for my whip, same goes for my kicks, rare
And I don't rush to the store, they save me a pair
Yeah, a nigga livin in the air
Spending more time in the clouds then I spend on the ground
Do the opposite, fuck takin advice from these clowns
That's why I mash the gas when they tell me slow down
Yeaaa

[Chorus:]
No matter which way I go, they tell me don't take that road
But I never put my foot on the brake oh no,
I Never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh
I don' think it's wrong
Doin a hundred but they tell me to take it slow
But I never put my foot on the break oh no
I never put my foot on the break oh no, ah no oh

All Over lyrics - Curren$y

("How Fly" version)

[Curren$y:]
Set, where haven't we been yet
Jet Set, where haven't we been yet
Jet Set, where haven't we been yet
Jet Set, where haven't we been yet

[Hook:]
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France and Japan
Anything for the grands, yea)
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole, anywhere in between, anything for the green)

Spitta, spend yen on bape
Red carpet, yo bitch my date
She throwin' the Jets in every pic we take
I upload em with a song on Nah Right today
Those niggas is not like the planes
Them hoes don't digg em, they tryna get on my team
And how can you blame, she know self preservation
The first rule, she know she'd die of boredom if she with you
While I'm sitting poolside looking real cool
With a Grape flavored 50 cent juice
Paid for one, the corner store lady gimme two
Nigga that's love, that's what I live on
Right before take off, twitter from the cell phone
Another show rock, more money got word to Chris and Neef
Can't stop won't stop, yea

[Hook:]
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France and Japan
Anything for the grands, yea)
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole, anywhere in between, anything for the green)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
C'mon, I go straight where the cash is
Heard about your last date being tragic
I know, my last tape was a classic
So all I hear now is paper or plastic?
Few Rosays, now you drunk saying boy
"why you in my face and you only want one thing?"
You wasting your time fucking lames
Only 2 things poppin, that's Jet Set and The Gang
Eating sushi, few groupies, new clothes and left over room keys
I want my good girl to smoke weed and love playing Nintendo Wii
And I got pictures in my cell phone, iChat
When I'm gone, land somewhere calling home
Put me right up where the best at
Nigga we Jet Set, so where haven't we been yet?
Yes

[Hook:]
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France and Japan
Anything for the grands, yea)
Getting money all over the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole, anywhere in between, anything for the green)

mixtape: "Fin..." (2008)

• Lysol lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)
• The Explanation lyrics - Curren$y
• We Made It lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)
• Da City lyrics - Curren$y
• New Day lyrics - Curren$y
• 3AM lyrics - Curren$y
• Title Track lyrics - Curren$y
• The Only Thing That Matters lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Street Wiz)
• I Did It Myself lyrics - Curren$y

Lysol lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy)

("Fin..." Version)

[Sample - Jay Z & Lucifer:]
Jets nigga, where haven't we... uhh
Bitches know the Planes got it

F-I-N dot dot dot

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
That's Spitta Ain't it?
That nigga internet famous
Fresh while its painted
Pass the joint to the cat he came with
Speaking the codes
Landlovers don't know the pilot language
Everytime we hear you niggas bite our style we change it
Everytime you try to holla at a dime
She say she taken
And if you do get a bad one and bring her round us she's taken
These rappers is acting gay
6 degrees of seperation
I swear them niggas kicks like my Nike Air Bakins
I'm at the hobby shop
I'm in the R-I-C racing
Smashed my gas-powered viper and now I need a replacement
I got that to plu on pluto
That space shit
They must of told you not to say the "S" word in your raps cause we heard your joints you ain't say shit
Clear the lane
Make way for the planes bitch
You think she a model but to us she just a plain bitch
Your girlfriend will forever be The Planes bitch

[Lucifer Beat]

[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Fly Society
Now its major league cash so them niggas call us bankers
Big bob marley blunts
We call them stankers
Hold the hood down so them niggas call us anchors
And ain't shit change
The judge still get the finger
Call up Mr. Robinson
They never see my angle
Out in Cincinnatti like I'm betting on the Bengals
Look how I stack my chips up like pringles
And they say I ask to ass I mean anal
And I bet I get paid far as the game go
Stack them all up until the singles
Back when they bumped Cutless Mindless and regals
My hoopgroup you gon hold like tivo
And jets fly the globe like beatles
Sharper than a razor
On point like needles
That word to my main mamacita
They used to laugh at me
Now I'm bumping through their speakers
Like "Hell yeah, feel getting that money legal"

[Lucifer Beat]

The Explanation lyrics - Curren$y

Spitta nigga you know me or either you know of me
Witnessed traces of my swagger
But it was being presented to you by other rappers
These niggas is actors, consumed by their roles
Thinking that they are really that nigga they created in their fictitious lyrics
Perfect example given, of life imitating art
These niggas is lost in the sauce
I'm partying in a downtown loft
Thanking God that I'm finally getting on
And praying for the talented rappers who still off
What a nigga gotta do to get through?
Do I gotta record a verse in auto-tune too? Shit
Let me stay away from that
Before niggas misconstrue it and label this a diss track
These are just facts, spitta snap like a slim jim
You just realizing that I'm that nigga homeboy I been him
Could keep the mixtapes up month to month continuously
But I figured that my words would lose their validity
To the ingrates who don't appreciate my mixtapes
Taking for granted my rhymes
Because they hearing new ones all the time
I'm about to take a sabbatical dog
And let these late bloomers get hip to spitta's catalog
Real niggas I'm not turning my back on ya'll
Real bitches I ain't giving up on rap for ya'll
I'm just pausing for the people who slow
And let them learn the shit you already know

Muthafucka you know
Bitches know the planes got it
Jets nigga, where haven't we been yet?
My name is in the streets, my name is my name

We Made It lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Spitta nigga any beat I get on I get off into my zone
Think we gotta 7 grams left of that zone
'Bout to call my girl and tell her bring another one from home
I get it on like the power button on the television remote
So hold roll with us or you choke on that jet smoke
Niggas know the jet smoke, the best from both coasts
I got plugs like an extension cord cause
Spitta bring it back like you fucked up my
Order at the drive through can a nigga really rap
Homie, are the Devils from Duke, Blue?
Ride off the block bitches try to jump in the sunroof (it's so true)
And I ain't got no feathers in my seat but that's your chick in my coupe

Nothin' but a G thing baby, two East side niggas going crazy
FS is the set we made it
Laughing at them bitch niggas they hatin'

[Verse 2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Trademark the force with me I'm dead eye
My flow priceless you can't cop it at Best Buy
And to the tech sign, ts just a test drive
Like a broke nigga trying to cop an X5
They waiting on me to drop, like the next live
I'm just smoking trine thinking of my next line
I'm so focused like professor x man
Kicks fire, wrist ice plus my neck shine
Yes I'm that fly, multiply 10 times
Divided by my swag and this is what you have
Foreign whips, chicks and a lotta cash
Big money sacks they looking like lotto bags
I'm blowing that fire weed we call it the hydro hash
Sports car trunk in the front two on the dash
I take off from run wheels and hella pass
Boat launch triggered ghost out like [?]

Nothin' but a G thing baby, two East side niggas going crazy
FS is the set we made it
Laughing at them bitch niggas they hatin'

Da City lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro:]
Yeah, turn it up a little bit
I remember this from the beginning of Menace II Society
I started wearing my socks high after that too

Spitta that nigga rap slow live fast
Six fo with the switch box under the dash
327 rat underneath the hood
Got it growling like something need to be in the woods
Just dipping through the city where the choppas fire
Young niggas on the set like they filming the wire
Seen my homeboy Dip last month got hit
With a shotgun blast but he survived the shit
Bitches talkin bout Spitta say the nigga so clean
I swear he got chlorine in his veins
Made my low low lean like it sip codeine
Executive suggest that Spitta better switch up his flow for the cheese
I don't comply and complain
They try to tempt me but I restrain
Refuse to compromise, I won't change
Like I vow to forever where the same thing, yeah

New Day lyrics - Curren$y

I would be pleased if you rolled my weed
Because I'm sober as a cobra
I'm sitting on the floor, you on the sofa massaging my shoulders
Only me and you and none of my homies coming over
Cause I already called and told them we'll be local until the morning
Pouring up mimosa, Tropicana and Don P
You drunk and full of weed and on E and horny and on me
I got that knockout, I beat it up until you fall asleep
Your home-girl been in these sheets before
Don't act like she ain't told you in the streets
He cool and calm but in the bed he so controlling
Said I'm something serious, and that's what got you curious
Your eyes are the windows to your inner thoughts
And darling, you got your curtains drawn back and your blinds up
Now I know there's nothing running through your mind
Beside the thought of pulling your thong to the side and letting me behind ya
Got a handful of that pretty hair and I hope it's yours
Cause I'm gon be pulling on it like it's tug of war
Bout' to fall from the bed to the floor
Tomorrow both of us will be sore, that's for sure
But I hope you ain't to hurt to fuck once more
And before we knew it, last night done turned into a...

3AM lyrics - Curren$y

Uh, Jets nigga
Uh, Jets nigga (yeah)

Nigga start I was sleeping

Yeah yeah... yeah

I got freaks in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
No disrespect to Snoop, I'm a switch it up
I get sleepy round 3am
I don't trust them hoes, somebody better come and pick them bitches up
I ain't bringing them home in my trunk
Oh grimy ass bitches, you know how they be
Riding in your shit, drop them off at your crib
Next minute you realise you missing CD's
Can't run G on the G
I know what it look like
Think you fast enough to pass me
Trying to pull the wool over my eyes
But I see the gimmicks, the whack lyrics
The shit is depressing, I came to fix it
Flow butter scream my raps over your biscuits
These niggas claim that their shit so sick
That they spitting, I must be immune to it
Cause I don't get it I talk that shit, I roll with it
I talk that shit, I'm smoking it
I talk that shit, I'm so immit

Yeah

Title Track lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse:]
Streetcars banging up St. Charles
New Orleans is a work in progress
I can't afford to take the day off
My young niggas stacking up money off the eight balls
And they ain't never stepped in a pool hall
Shit's starting to break my heart
Cause I don't want that life for my niggas
I know we can be so much bigger
If the light got shined on my city
The world would be trippin'
Off how many talented people was in it
Other niggas had they little 15 minutes
And they ain't know what to do with it
But wait 'til I get it
I'm a stretch it like Armstrong
A million miles long
Plus, I'm a put a bunch of other niggas on
Spitta showin' love, he's far from selfish
I see a nigga strugglin', you know I'm a help him
Show my niggas how to go from ballin' to wealthy
And raise they kids up real nice and healthy
The streets so hot, all the road signs meltin'
I stay above that, I'm a fly ass falcon
Last night a nigga got clapped with a Magnum
The headshots made it look like Mahicans scalped him
My brother in the window with a chopper like Malcolm
While I'm in the homemade soundbooth rappin'
He say I got too much talent
And a flow that can change things
So that can make me a target of a hatin' assassin
Cause we done seen the worst of it happen before
The homie Slim got murdered right when he was about to blow
It's fear and loathing in the NO
Demons comin' from wild angles
The shit is wild dangerous
But I'm maintaining my cool like John Elway
Or Miles Davis
The first rap I wrote was five pages full of bullshit and lies
About me killin' niggas and flippin' pies
But when I got by myself, I found myself
And realized that if I was a child in these times
I wouldn't want to follow in the steps of these guys
Clown ass rappers
I'm waiting for the day that they primetime the realness
And sideline the whackness
The good niggas can't get in the real game
No matter how much promise we showin' at practice
Niggas listen to my mixtapes and jack my swagger
Get on TV with it, and then I gotta look at it
Good thing I got a sense of humor
So when it happens, I'm laughin'
They just makin' it more easier for me to travel on them
Run the snap on 'em, it's a wrap on 'em
Chronicles of a swag donor
Give five mics to the rightful owner
So we can wake hip-hop out of her coma
Spitta, yeah

[Outro:]
Just like that
Four months on the road, nigga
F.S., Jets
Yeah, where haven't we been yet
Shout-outs to Smash

The Only Thing That Matters lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Street Wiz)

Yeah, Ooooohoohoohoo
(Welcome to the Winner's Circle, nigga)

[Curren$y:]
My girl kickin' a buzz in my ear, it's gon' snow
Guess I'll grab the white tee and the chinchilla coat
Game time, front row, court side
Lakers in the Eighties, baby- that's showtime

And I grind like Venture Trucks
That's a shout to my skateboard homies, what's up
Yeah, life is a bumpy road
But that money make the ride a lot smoother like shocks and struts

Yeah, shout out to my homie, Mr. Fab
Next time I'm in the Bay
We can smoke a hundred blunts on your school bus
F.S. Jets in God We Trust

Lame niggas lyin' to they bitches
Sayin' that they hang with us
We was in the same club
But that don't mean that you came with us

Better get it together
Can't be around duck-ass niggas
I'm allergic to the feathers
Yeah, it's whatever whenever
If the [?]
Result in me getting cheddar

From the very beginning, I just felt I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, Winning is the only thing that matters

From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner

F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)

From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner

F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)

[Street Wiz:]
Fly with the fliest
We comin' through the airwaves
Worldwide high sky Fly until the next day

Yeah, that money on my mind constant
I'm steady flippin' numbers
'Til I'm off my mind countin'

[?]
Swag off the chain
Go run and tell about it
We staring in the lane

F.S. Jet Gang
You can check the highlights
Look we live the High Life

You catch me on the cloud 9
With my brain soakin'
Focused in the game
Look I see the lane open

I'm going for the shot
Gain points 'til it's over
Forever gettin' mine
Look I'm clever with the grind

Check the safe place
Look it's lavish with the [?]
I'm runnin' outta time
But I ain't really trippin'

I gotta a lot left
To turn eternal work into some [?]
Yeah

From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on the level
You are not competition, Just a step on my ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner

F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)

From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner

F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)

I Did It Myself lyrics - Curren$y

New Orleans everyday all right [x3]
Cause they show love when I did it myself

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, park the car open the door slide my feet out
Sneak another pull in before I put the weed out
You know what I be bout Nike head but I own a couple pairs of Reeboks
Throwback, it's the Pump fury, now if it would please the jury
May I present the evidence that Spitter is hotter than whoever?
I call em common critters, I do not consider them competitors
I put em on ice like I'm dressing my bezel up
My bitch told me "Baby I think they scared of you"
I use they necks to build a ladder I step up
Sucka ass niggas thought they had me I crept up, and that's where they messed up
Don't e-mail or send a text message, if you wasn't around when a nigga was stressing
Talk your ass off but you can't lock my blessing
Every hurdle that I crossed I was learning a lesson
Putting off for my city like Jeezy and Kanye
My future so bright I limo tinted my shades
Helicopter shades fucking up my girls hairdo
Helipad on a Superdome roof yeah

New Orleans everyday all right
Cause they show love when I did it myself

[Verse 2:]
Uh, the hottest nigga in the street
You ain't gotta ask boss, 17 chevys
With my label advance cooler Hot Wheels off with my frosty hands them haters getting sick of you man
Bitches wanna save the last dance, I'm cool
My home boy Mel gave me these shoes, you crazy? won't fuck up these spikes for you baby
Plus these the red black and green ones, the mean ones I was watching MTV when I first seen them
Niggas ain't similar to the Hot Spitter or the way I sling these syllables
Fuck around with him and your condition will be critical
Jive ass niggas who talk that shit about the crew
Til I come around then they hit me with "What's happening fool?"
Get lost off a short cliff take a walk
Number crunch ball park figures
Bout to buy a major league ballpark nigga
I do it for my city cause my city made me realer
Curren$y da Hot Spitta if you know somebody sicka you better call the bioteam to quarantine that nigga

mixtape: "Fast Times At Ridgemont Fly" (2008)

• Intro lyrics - Curren$y
• Modern Day Hippie lyrics - Curren$y
• Roll My Shit lyrics - Curren$y
• Still That Nigga lyrics - Curren$y
• Fast Times lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mr. Marcelo)
• The Good Part lyrics - Curren$y
• Still Ridin' lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Street Wiz & Young Roddy)
• Summer Reading List lyrics - Curren$y
• Brett Favre lyrics - Curren$y
• Soundtrack To Success lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)

Intro lyrics - Curren$y

("Fast Times At Ridgemont Fly" Version)

This my favorite part though
Ohh shit, haha cause we know we finished

Yep, another month, another take
I could waste my time with bullshit instructions like, roll somethin' up or pour somethin' up
But if ya'll fucking with me you should already have it rolled up or poured up
Month six, Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly
Let my boy just talk for a minute
(Float on, Float on)
The Floaters if you don't know
Don't download it, buy it for real
Support real music
I give y'all enough free music
So y'all shouldn't have to pirate quality music
Cause I give y'all free quality music every month
This is month six... Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly

Trademark the Skydiver is at Subway diggin' the sandwitches
And Mr. Marcelo is sleeping on the floor
Dickies engineering the sessions, as he always does
Got his gray doorag on, it's hangin' in the back
I don't really agree with that, but it's alright I'm not really trippin'
Haha, and he's still upset that the Lakers lost
And even Brett Favre is fucking with the Jets
So we don't have too much to complain about
And I just dropped a roach in the Burger King cup I hope my brother won't drink from it
If so, you're skrewed
Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly...

Modern Day Hippie lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse 1 - Currensy:]
My satelite trippin', I watch TV at your girl house
My homies fell through, we had a smoke-out at your girl house
Dropped ashes everywhere, burnt holes in your girl's couch
Put a pillow over it
I was gone before she noticed it
Just a glimpse into the daily happenings
Of one of them flyest to ever try his wings at this rappin' shit
In love with the rap hustle, I never turned my back on it
I run after money that's why them bitches run after me
Whack rappers on a dope beat: simple battery
Hot Spitta on any beat: that's a fatality
Vicious how you do it? I don't know it just comes naturally
Spitters Spicoli, Zig-Zag
Rollin' with my Cali homies
My patience for the middle man has run out
Take me to the boss like the Mike Tyson code-own punch out
I'm really on my grind
You just lookin' for a ride
Like you standin' on the side of the road with your dumb mouth

[Hook x2 - Currensy:]
Spitta is chillin'
The Planes in the buildin'
The bitches like us cause they say we different
From all them other niggas say they just not with it
Smoke and make music, I'm a modern day hippie

[Verse 2 - Currensy:]
Still on my New Orleans shit, asthmatic
Spitta keep a bag of Dolium and some prolactin mist
I'm as vicious as it get
This is rap with rabies
I got a fetish for Chevy's created in the 80s
And you say you riding old schools too, you all mistaking
That's a 190E, just a old ass Mercedes
Know a lot of niggas hate me cause my pockets getting cakey
These fuck boys can't see the paper that The Plane see
Bumping Paper Planes by M.I.A
I'm partying in M.I.A
My bitches looking for me say I'm M.I.A
They trying to spy on me like the CIA
Call Cheaters on me, I just say "Homie"
Then I cruise the other way

[Hook x2]

Roll My Shit lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Got niggas like, "Don't me and Spitta be rhymin' alike?"
Never, not on your life, you on thin ice
I'm at P.F. Chang's, I'm on shrimp fried rice
My name is my name, you know my name right
C-U-Double R-E-N-Dollar Sign-Y in the hell are we not signed
Your guess as good as mine, I gotta few offers
But you know how they do, they low ball ya
Izzle got a Impala
I'm a get one too cause I don't want to ask if I can borrow
His shit so I got my own
In front the club, block my car off with the cones
Don't let nobody get in my spot when I'm gone
I might come back around this bitch
Watch these hoes as they walk out
Tha'ts the only way to see what they really look like
Cause you can't trust the mother fuckin' club lights
I might, seek out something proper
Models twisted off Ciroc vodka
A fitted t-shirt, married to the Mob one
Kick game proper, super sky tops
Millionaire frames, tail blue aqua
Just my style, you can't ride in the Lotus
One question, baby can you roll this...

[Hook:]
I need a bad bitch to roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit
I can play the PlayStation while you roll my shit
Or I can write a rap while you roll my shit
I only let bad bitches roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
I'm in my '85 Chevrolet short bed
Bad as I want to, can't speed up
Cause the homegirl rolling the weed up
She roll 4 out a $50 bag of reefer
She called it the purple people eater
We got high started talking about threesomes
Told me about the time she was only fucking females
Broke it down into every single detail (Sheesh)
Babygirl save some of that for me
A day in the life of a New Orleans G
Don.t play with ya life in these New Orleans streets
I don.t start shit that.s why them girls love me
They know I'm chill, they know I'm real
Assassin with the gifts, Spitta dressed to kill
I will Pittsburgh steal your chick
But if she can't roll joints you can keep that bitch

[Hook:]
I need a bad bitch to roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit
I can play the PlayStation while you roll my shit
Or I can write a rap while you roll my shit
I only let bad bitches roll my shit
I'm looking for a bad bitch to roll my shit

Fast Times lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Mr. Marcelo)

[Curren$y:]
Yeah, JETS Nigga

[Mumbling] "These fast times at Ridgemont Fly " [x3]
YEAH, yeah, YEAH, Jets nigga Where haven't we been

Niggas thought that I would of fell off by now, but I didn't
I never run out of lyrics, I never run out of bitches
I never lost a race after I bought my crate engine,
Never forget a face, but names I don't remember sometime
Unless the Pussy was bomb, I gotta fly Asian model
She look like Mulan, she tattooed a airplane on her forearm
To show her dedication, you fuckin with the planes Ma
Can't fuck with them lames now, them niggas small change now
Ain't it different over here, ain't my diamonds way more clear
Them losers wifing prostitutes like Richard Gear in Pretty Woman
I just keep it movin in my retro number 3s, you remember the royal blue ones
I show you how to do it, rock quality selvedge, none of my sneakers got blue streaks on em'
Bumpin Notorious Big - Warning, hold on I hear somebody comin'

[Mr. Marcelo:]
I am that man from the interstates, doin' one seven eight
Bathing Apes to the pedal, I am on another level
Black on black insides hell yeah I'm in the dark
Four four bulldog full I will let it bark
Light tints, no incense, just weed smoke
Feelin like I'm ridin on water in the speed boat
Top back, gun cocked, just incase a hater run up on me
Bet this zombie gonna stop him like a stopwatch
I roll through every hood hell yeah I'm good
If not, I will make it jump like hopscotch
No doubt niggas, know bitches, know 'Celo
The definition of a nigga raised by the ghetto
Niggas say I been around, I say I'm a be around
Good smoke keep high, you will never see me down

The Good Part lyrics - Curren$y

[Intro:]
Yeah
These Fast Times at Ridgemont Fly [x3]
Jets, uh

[Verse:]
What you want to do?
Y'all want to be ballers, shot callers, brawlers
Who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers
This beat cool but let's skip to the good part
I'm that nigga
Been had lyrics since tapes
And the rise of the plane continues
It's Mr. Clean Kicks speaking
More dunks than the contest at NBA All-Star Weekend
Jodeci flow, I got the girl feenin'
Your ho keep my name in her mouth more than my semen
See man, you a little jackass like Wee Man
Louis Vuitton E-L-A-N high tops
High as hell
At a very posh Hollywood night spot
Celebrity bitches [?] in the club
They fight amongst the stars like Sky Fox
Cocky I'm not
But I do look down at you players in the game
Like I'm sitting in a sky box
I stop never
You rappers got a month to get your shit together
Yeah

Still That Nigga lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah, It's still FS nigga, Jet Set nigga
Rome my block west coast cell phone I got hoes locked
So my California visits be prop ass broads, with cannabis cards
Hard top like convertible cars, niggas thought I sold mine
Brother you out your mother fucking mind
I am still that nigga, wood grain wheels, still the Laguna SS
Freddy Kruger SB's on the gas I step, accelerating niggas get left, right
Try to gimmy crap mother fucker no dice, spitta snap like the back of my Bape hat
Don't ask where I got it I hate that, I'm connected people I get it where they make it at
At the Lakers game me and tk sitting adjacent to Jack, give them a couple seconds to compute that
This that spitter shit bitch don't confuse that
We have these other dudes rap peace and love hell raise uh uh dude
My straps cruising in my Escalade eating fruit snacks
I'm on my big kid shit got rich bought all the things I couldn't get when I wanted them
Got it all full of dimes and hundreds, I can only ride one of them
Back in the G they made fun of them now they labels telling em you need to do one with him, yeah yeah

Still Ridin' lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Street Wiz & Young Roddy)

[Intro]

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I'm the hottest thing in the street
Ya'll ain't got nothing for me
Crib already off the hook, and I ain't talking about buyin' a book
When I say I'm about to add another story
Nigga in the club, twisted and bent
Bitches on my nuts like a socket wrench
To say that I spit, would make no sense
Do mixtapes for free, I made no cents
My pockets ain't hurting, I can flaunt my skills a little bit
Y'all thinking my money spent, but its in a vent
Spitta in a boot homie, that is an event
Spitta cop a coup, you niggas trying to rent
Bring these fool gazey ass niggas to the light
Prove they counterfeit
I am on my Puff Daddy thing
Make bad girls sing like Danity Kane
It's the fast life, word to the re-up game
Took a couple seats out the plane, made more room to dance
FS Jets got the world wide wingspan
Listenin' to nature, talk about Sega
Dream Cast NBA 2k until the plane land
And I still got the iceberg sweats, you see them
Money so old it should be in a museum

[Hook x2:]
And we still ridin', can't take nothing from us
The planes got it
Fast cars, fast women, fast dollars
Wouldn't give it up for nothing I promise

[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And I'm a rinse it off if the money bloody
I'm sticking to the strip, dollar signs over bunnies
Raw the fly thief rock a Louis V skully
Ain't a better smell than new money
No shit, can I breathe I'm just trying to do yougin'
Scream 'Fuck the cop' refer to my nigga Tubby
Momma got back like a camera to Buffy
Old school gangster, word to that nigga bump me
And I'm all about the Benjamins, word to that nigga Puffy
Niggas gonna hate, but the bitches gonna love me
And now they want half of my cheddar, I find it funny
But I'm no fool, I know I get this chance once
So fuck a finger roll I'm going to hit a slam-dunk
Yeah Yao Ming, look how tall I stand up
I'm from trey first street baby, us niggas man up
Overnight look how shorty came up

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 - Street Wiz:]
F.L.Y. Gang, we sitting from a range
High up up in the game, Spitta lead the way
While we running through the flames
The heat will never last, so we coming for the change
Non-stop hustle, but the muscle to the grain
Survival of the illest, jet gunning through the lane
Skyline living, hella smoking out my brain
But her focus, my pimpin' up on the poles up in the ring
Yeah nigga and I ain't even tripping on the weather
Whatever the degrees, its like I'm pitching for the cheddar
It's magic when you can see it sitting up my sleeve
And when the time is right, I'm going to shift it in the breeze
Money, cash, dough, It keep me lifted high for the ride
That's why the jets zipping past go
Catch me on another level, in my swag mode
Dougy Fresh dress, bitches on my tadpole, G

[Hook x2]

Summer Reading List lyrics - Curren$y

This time for all the marbles ya'll
If not now then when
Spit vicious and proud of it
In the future
My city will build monuments
Listin my accomplishments
Like the soles on my Jordan 10s
Rock the Ralph Lauren cardigan
2008 gone with the wind
Curren$y is starrin in major motion pictures
Life of the set
Killin em with the charisma
Fly private jets with the wifey
Continental for the side piece
But atleast it's first class shit
Bitches be happy for a shot
At that first class dick
Her carry on bag got the purp stashed in
Ride around blastin
Empty Delaware punch cans for the ashes
Serious as a heart attack
Doin my own thing
And ghost writin on the side
Homie try Cyrano de Bergerac
Better lookin
Hope I didn't go over your head
I read alot of books man
In the studio burnin the pound
Loakin on a plant of the Junior Brown
Make fly tracks
Those go to the Zune
Bumpin in the airport
Walkin with a Crooks & Castle duffle full of shoes
My girl got the roll away Lou
She hold a nigga down
So I lace her up
I drive her vet
And let her take my truck
Niggas mad
I see em every second
They turnin greener
The envy eatin em up
They gettin thinner
Stephen King writin
Keep the lame niggas frightened
Air Max 95s
Red & Green
NBA Live
Sega Genesis
OG
Nigga what you think this is
Straight up on the real pimpin'
Square biz

Brett Favre lyrics - Curren$y

Yea... Yea... On Everything
It's just I know that bitch so cool...
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly
These are fast times at Ridgemont Fly

In n Out

Rise and shine
Penthouse suite surrounded by dimes
All of em asleep, recoverin
From a wild night with my brother n them
Car blocked in, fuck it take my brother's benz
Thinkin bout scoopin up Chick-fil-A
'Till I remember they closed on Sunday
Ride up a one way
Same block where niggas hand off rocks like coach called the wrong play
Even Brett Favre rockin' with the Jets
Spitta in the mix like chex
Chex Mix in the bowl in the green room of the Conan O'Brien show
They say I'm up next
Ask Marc Ecko if my flow complex
Bitches I mold them like Play-Doh
Travel the globe like a crook ducking Carmen Sandiego
Crooks & Castles watch and frames, my crew neck by Play Cloths
See lames I push up on they hoes
Like "Mama what u doin with them amateurs?
You should be messing with a player of my caliber."
The difference between Rosé and Franzia
Month after month I always come back for ya
Look me in the eyes know what's looking back at ya...
Your opportunity to be a passenger
On a jet that's destined to land up top
You can roll, if not eat dirt while we laugh at ya

In n Out

Jets Nigga

Soundtrack To Success lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)

[Trademark the Skydiver:]
Been on some other shit
Fly clothes, expensive kicks
They say my swag immaculate
And I agree that's accurate
Fuckin hoes and stackin chips
Ice on my neck and wrists
Blowin down a pound of piff
Ridin round in foreign whips
Flyin saucer Porsche
Yea I call that bitch the aero ship
Hatas hatin on my click
And on the slick we loving it
This rap shit we runnin it
Niggas ain't fuckin with the planes
What you think we in the game for the fun of it?
Ehh
Nah, this the takeover
Burnin down your empire that's game over
Not J-I-double G-A Hova
But Skydiver the jet fighter
I'm so focused
28 bar inferno I'm flamethrowin
Nigga been potent way before the game noticed
And these rap niggas is bogus
Talkin reckless over tracks
But I fire back with pure perfection
Steps above clever
How I use my letters
But em together and send em out
Just like I'm textin a message
Diamond in the rough
Princess cuts on my neckless
I'm eatin Franklin for lunch
Purp blunts for breakfast
Your lil tips is brunch crumbs
I'm not impressed with
Hold On
Won't you give me a second to digest this
Then I shit on these niggas $pitta tell em!

[Curren$y:]
Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga

[Trademark the Skydiver:]
You should quit while you ahead with the bread
Just a suggestion
We scrape your whole plate
Then double back for seconds
If we getting cake is no longer a question
We still count loot up from last years investments
Ask your hoe
She know I'm one of the freshest out
I spit it out
Like my chest was congested
Let that bitch breathe!

[Curren$y:]
Nah Sky Diver let the bitch leave
Ol' raggedy broad I ain't never need
Bitches is on speed
Fuckin like rabbits
They hungry
Followin my carrots
Housed in my ring
Lookin like 46 upside down Cristal bottles sittin in a basket
UFC these beats
Any track can get its ass whipped
I am on my cheddar
All about checks like solecollector.com
Some of y'all ain't on that
Ya'll behind
Sucka niggas get on whacks in startin line
Fairy tale once upon a time ass niggas
Goin out they minds tryna out rhyme Spitta
Let that bitch breathe
No
Sky Diver knocked them out
I came through with the elbow drop from the top rope

mixtape: "Weed & Instrumentals 3" (2018)