CURREN$Y – You See It

Poolside, too high, with three bitches
With four lives, I’m finna deal
Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz
Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of that humble pie.
But you know I still talk my shit right
What you tryna hear when you high?
What you wish they played on the radio
At least one time? It’s cool though!
We getting major paper on the underground
You thought it was them other fools, though
It was us the whole time!
Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds
But sun do what the sun do rise
Hit the game like a Pinata tryna get a prize
Out here, riding, got me my bottom bitch
She give me the best top
A sex pistol getting shotgun in the drop
Best to wear your mittens, baby girl cause it’s getting…

[Hook]
My top down, Bitch in a bikini.
My weed lye, I know you here screamin’
I’m here now, what’s going on this evenin’
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it
Nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it

[Verse 2]
Cross-eyed, a few drinks
Cussing at the referee, his officiating stinks!
Spitta Andretti, I’m money on wheels
Like a Brink truck, way tough
Nigga never budge, that’s my space! What
Marvel at my stance at your girl
What she think, she can’t even respond
Cause her mind is now mine, fool
I ain’t lying, let’s just cross the couch
Sleeping with my shoes on just in case I have
to wake up and be out
Once again it’s on
Mama bring my bong to the game room
With nothing but some panties on
And them Bape socks that I gave you
Never once on probation but your man’s on his papers
Spendin’ them, stackin’ them, feelin’ them
Wrappin’ em, lightin’ em, never passin’ em
I rolled it up myself and I don’t remember your help
That’s how we do it now, fall through the jetset
Man, bring your ounce, this is new jack city
Baby girl rock them titties

[Hook]
My top down, Bitch in a bikini.
My weed loud, I know you hear screamin’
I’m here now, what’s going on this evenin’
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it
Nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it

CURREN$Y feat. Styles P – WOH

They ain’t high as us
Niggas lying to ya
They ain’t high as us

There’s more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I’m still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it’s only us, dog

Niggas ain’t high as us
Lying to ya

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, undetected by radar
Closed circuit track, endurance laps, race cars
You niggas just say y’all
Doing that shit, I been into it nigga, play ball
Junior varsity don’t want no parts of me, triple O
I just drive like that to protect my rims, I ain’t slow
Tell me it’s ’bout a check, you’ll see how fast it go
That drug dealer flow, George Gervin, ice cold
Finger roll with that pen, I turn that paper into gold
Axl Rose through the Bose in my Rolls
Through the concrete you see a rose still rose
Counted up a million dollars ‘fore that sun rose
Spitting game for the Range, dropping tracks for the racks
In the booth of the crib with the boat docks in the back
With them automated gates, remote control’s in my lap
’84 riding, I did that for my lifers

[Hook]
Yea, uh
It’s more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I’m still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it’s only us, dog

(Way out here)

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Way out here, you can feel the ambiance
Hundred thousand dollar, these bottles of Dom Pérignon
Keep the profit from the brick you popped your cherry on
White CL Benz dealin’, I throw my cherries on
I think about money yea a lot of money
I’m speaking lotto money, Abu Dhabi money
Same old stoner, yea I’m blowing loud
You can grow weed but I can exhale and grow a cloud
You ain’t real high, you mid-level
Smoking on that shit we let the kids peddle
I made a couple M’s off what them kids peddle
Speak on my name wrong, bet you see them kids’ metal
Blast for me, is a blasphemy
Say the realest nigga alive, I think you asked for me
I’m jet-setting with my nigga Spitta
We like to speak paper and it’s getting thicker

CURREN$Y – The Strangest Life

[Curren$y]
Yea dog, you don’t think that I should just do it again tho?

[McKenzie Eddie]
This is… The strangest
Life that I… Have ever known
This is… The strangest
Life that I… Have ever known

[Curren$y]
This is… The strangest
Life that I… Have ever known
I wonder if… Me as a kid
Was proud of what I did
Now that I’m grown
10 Minutes from “ON”
And Lightyears from “OFF”
The once lowly employee, has wholly become a boss
Champagne with French names
French connection tees on wirey and sexy frames
Living like a nigga can’t feel no pain…

This is… The strangest
Life that I… Have ever known
I wonder if… My parent’s give me
Benefit of the doubt
Or do they think its more than it’s weed I’m on
Living like a nigga can’t feel no pain
Living like a nigga can’t… feel

Yeah
Yea, That’s it

CURREN$Y feat. Estelle – That’s The Thing

Baby, oooh
I keep on coming back oh back to you
baby, oooh
I keep on coming back

[Curren$y: Verse 1]
uh from day 1 been down to ride every second since then been by my side
broken hearted from the lies often she cried but holding on to love for dear life
cause when everything is good we’ll have a greater time
but fall out over something ever few months down the line
see clearly love is blind cause we can’t see a way out this nor reach a compromise honestly I’m not trying
cause I want to be with you but they calling me outside and I’m like how can a man choose
I wish you’d understand if them other ones ain’t you I really just be playing
might smash up and be through but my heart still in ya hands
and I promise that’s the truth and I hear what you be saying
and I feel your point of view but somewhere I forget that shit get caught up in the loop
late night speeding them coupes I’d respect it if you left me but I’m glad you never do.

[Estelle: Chorus]
See here’s the thing I won’t sit here broken hearted
boy we gon get back where we started
cause I won’t leave you no I gave too much to lose
ooh I’ve already [?] you
but there’s nothing left but just us two
you’re everything yeah see that’s the thing yeah that’s the thing

[Curren$y: Verse 2]
and I don’t fall asleep next to none of them hoes
no matter what’s popping I be sure to make it home
that’s no excuse for wilding I’m just making sure It’s known
cause I’m actually not doing half of what I could be doing
I’m slowing down tryna make improvements
thinking bout the future and shit
that one cohesive unit raise a lil princess or junior
soon as I make enough with this music
this dream got my attention love be patient as I pursue it
it’ll benefit the both of us if you could just sit through it
when it’s all said and done we will have built a thing of beauty
and sailed into the setting sun but I already know
that you done heard this like like a thousand times before
and I done prolly said it like a million times mo’
but I’m being sincere I see us winning and we almost there

[Estelle: Chorus]

[Estelle: Bridge]
Since we met you want to go with me
and we connect like we’re supposed to be
I’m all yours all yours all day
and I confess I’m gonna [?]
cause I can [?] so I can tough it out
I’m all yours all yours all day

[Estelle: Chorus]

CURREN$Y – Success Is My Cologne

Yo should be rolling up by now

Knowing I’m a look
Cool in them
Black and white pictures
When they talk about
Underground rappers
Gettin high and making history
I’m sick and tired these niggaz
Claiming they as sick as me
They lying I checked your chart
Your file saying you soft
Something fishy ho nigga
You more bass then boss
Off the boat small fries
And store a ways get toss
Can’t party on the shore with us fool
Get your floaters up kitty pool nigga’s
Ain’t really that cool
Can’t farther these moves
You need more expensive shoes
Working out smoking strong
On a week long cruise
Bomb fire with theses bitches
Singing songs to the moon
To high to judge
Call my ex bitch that did foul shit
Fuck her brains out and settle the grudge
Back shot revenge style
Ain’t no love light gro roll up after a quick scrub
Cover my trace don’t let my bitch know where I was
Sticking to the script thought I’m improvising a bit
Same as my old G’s but I put the Jets in the mix
Classic like Eddie Murphy SNL skits
Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print
On my flint 13′s no retro 3m reflective
Ya bitch tight reckless and my DM’S sexting tryna see him
Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company
I’m billing on of them hundred I know that’s why you want me success is my cologne I spray that bottle all on me… yea… yea jet life… [fading out]

CURREN$Y – Soundbombin’

Tell the driver to pull my truck up
Me and this L.A. woman stumblin’ out the club fucked up
The Jets my set I so love us
Call home to my bitch, I come back after I come up
If you got my back mama donэt front
If my racks pop a collar, I’ll fly you out in a month
Droppin’ tops, bottle’s pop
Planes still taxiin’, Tarmac mackin’
Strawberry diesel rattin’ on itself
From my carryon bag if you’d like to take a smell
Camouflage cargos, tube socks and gray Chucks
High all the time the OGs tell me to stay up
Being real is a pay cut, or so it was
Dipped that chronic light, gray purple L, crystal fuzz
Talkin’ out her head, its obvious that Crystal’s buzz
Clipped her out the rotation, no more weed for her
Snap out of it, coach you on how to ball
Spitta-time-ginavitch, where the wild things?
Muscle cars and where the marijuana is
To be half as fine as him is an accomplishment

CURREN$Y – Sixty-Seven Turbo Jet

Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs

[Verse 1:]
The fuck you thought?
That ain’t the super sport package, the fuck you bought?
I don’t plan on bein’ in a police chase
But if I do holmes I doubt that I get caught
I had some gear work done, headers, cam, exhaust
Parked outside of my fort
That’s my getaway car, easy access, top off
With the push button start, you know me dawg

[Hook x2:]
Money in the floor case they kick in the door
Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs

[Bridge x2:]
And we can make crack like this
As long as we slang raps like this
Make that paper stack like..

[Verse 2:]
Fruits of my labor
The grind major, player, investigators agitated
But this is legal paper that we makin’
Sure is dope bein’ sold, and yeah we the ones sellin’
Audio ki’s, the price go down if you cop heavy
Them other fools rushin’ they cook up they shit not ready
We waitin’ ’til its perfect
Mix it down and then we serve it
The ones who sleepin’ on it don’t deserve it

[Hook x2]

[Bridge]

Life…

CURREN$Y – She Don’t Want A Man

[Verse 1]
She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set
Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,
This particular evening she wanted to ride jets
Even though I knew shawty was bad news, I played it cool
Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes
Misreading signals, attachment issues,
Getting way too into the grip of the vagina lips
Got homies searching for relationships,
She not tryna hear my type of bitch
She ran a story to me over grape juice and ciroc sips
Married to a doctor, cuddle master
Don’t fuck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her
On the low, she fucking his partners, feel a void inside her
Cause she wasn’t fucking with a rider

[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop the kids off, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck

[Verse 2]
From talking it out to the parking lot
From the parking lot to my safe house
Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City
Most bitches ain’t ready
But Shawty ain’t tripping, she was living already
My f-ck game impressive so she come back steady.
The shit, while heavy I can carry it
Cant get too far I mean this isn’t marriage bitch
She roll doobies as I paddle shift
We fuck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy
And then we smash again, she talking about him
How she feel bad about feeling so good, by giving me the ass
Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything to get it off her chest
But she don’t want see him, mad,
Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad
She got dressed and left in a flash
But she saying she be back!

[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop the kids off, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck

[Verse 3]
Couple days roll by, Shawty callin’ askin’ if I have time
To put a couple in the air I was like, yeah
We could fly more than a pair there’s plenty over here
She fell through like always
We broke it down in the hallway
She bossed her way back she don’t crawl away
Her body designed Frank Cartier
Say something talking heavy on her heart today
Telling her the situation is wrong and she should walk away
Cause her feelings was coming into play
Affecting her home life in all kinda ways
Her man askin her whats wrong she don’t know what to say,
But she do got a union to save
But she in love with the lust that we’ve made
She had far too much she could say
That fucking me was a perfect mistake

[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop the kids off, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck

CURREN$Y – Reagan Era

Can you see those?
Sweet

For all of the bitches I might ake home
Spray my shirt down Dolce and Gabbana cologne
Comin’ down like my homeboys from Houston
Got my celly on silent I’m ignoring my phone
Diamond Diamonds in my band cuz that’s right where they belong
Like a trumpet or some symbols or a set of trombones
Yo bitch chose to rome in the Spitta zone
Now you drunk watching E.T. wishin’ she phone home
But deep in ya heart you knowin’ she won’t
cuz I’m a different type of nigga and that’s just what she want
Ground breakin’ Dr. J’s first dunk
Stealing bases Willie Mays I’m gone
Can’t play the backfield no more I just don’t
Think that’s where I belong I do better on my own
Swag crucial honestly it gotta be
Cuz niggas that you listenin’ to probably stole they style from me
Bitter never I come up with something better
Have to catch an elevator all the way up to my level
Playing Metal Gear Solid
On a Playstation 3 for 6 hours
My girl in the bedroom asleep, but I’m not tired
I would call over a couple of my partners
But them niggas loud they don’t know how to be quite
Shawty gone wake up and come up in here wildin’
Hollerin’..like Keysha did Tommy
If you ain’t seen Bailey you don’t know nothing about it
What else could you tell me, but my flow so polished
Took it up a notch with the rhymin’
Try to bury Spitta in the grave at the bottom
Climbed up out it
Knock you in the same hole and stand on top it
Consistent flow Curren$y the high Spitta stay so on topic
Other niggas lost they need to see the Golden Compass
Brother I’m a boss like Ross
Spitta nigga hot like sauce
At the AND1 game breakin’ motha fuckas off
I had a good job I thought
But I couldn’t get along with the people in charge
I grabbed my time card punched out I’m off
Soft spoken, but a nigga not soft
Not at all
Real nigga stand tall for something
Make sure I don’t fall for nothing
In this game it’s pain for the up and coming
No handouts cuz niggas don’t owe you nothing
Gotta do it for Dolo
Flashbacks to the conversations that took place between Face and Manolo
The World chico and everything in it
If I said it I meant it
I get it I spend it
Comfotable livin’ till the motha fuckin’ finish
If I’m in it then you know it’s not tinted
If I’m in it then you know it got a nice engine
You could be a mile away and still hear it
That’s classic American Muscle
Stole my bitches numbers and an Ipod Shuffle
I call her over to cut her you call her over to cuddle
Knock yaself out boy you can’y knock my hustle
I’m fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Labels offerin checks for a million bucks
Ask Roddy if he thought a million was enough
He said yes cuz he could hit the streets and triple it up

[Chorus (3X)]
I’m a member of a Fly Society
Styles I got several varieties
As a child this guy memorized Scarface in its entirety
The 80s drug era inspried me
That’s why I dress how I dress
Walk how I Walk
That’s why I rep what I rep
Talk how I Talk
Two rope chains both of em gold
I gotta swagga like I just came home woah

CURREN$Y – Razors & Chopsticks

Put the towel by the door, and cut the shower on
Turn this corner suite into a home
You can smell it
Taught my girl how to French Inhale it
Sip this, Think about the position
Presently, would you rather be with any other niggas?
Alzheimer’s when you seen another this fly? You don’t remember
Shit… Whoa buddy, temper-temper
You’re searching for Red October
Wake me up at the end of December
First quarter crunch, No time to put my feet up
Them suckas thought they locked me out
But fuck that, Spitta got a dude that can key cut
I can’t take a L a nigga way too G’d up
Six chicks in karate gees rolling my trees up
Jet Life, the shit that you only dream of

Yeah… yea, uh
And where haven’t we been… yet
Fuck boys is wondering if they…
Bitches know the planes… Got it
And you can’t do a thing… About it
You, know!

CURREN$Y – Not So Much

Uh, Dual exhaust Tips
Windows cracked, my sunroof back
This is New Orleans, I’m on my own shit
They fucks wit that, that’s love shown back
Lock the door behind ya homie
Roll that up, no skinnies baby all fats, Uh
I can tell you about it, make believe partners
Shade tree bitches, they smell cheap designer
Imposter’s, I need distance, Fuck bitches
Living life on the wild angle like ace boogie’s bookie
You already know as we though previously discussed it
Eyes low, spirit’s high when I greet the public
Broke new ground I flew airplanes above it
Penmanship of a pilot, skywritings
Got that gift ripped, Flew pimpin mony-itis
Perfected my aim, a new improved Leonidas
300 Jets, endangered species
We the last fly niggas left, YES

Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
Not so much for the radio
And not so much for the TV
But I do it all for fast cars
Faster women, strong drinks and stronger weed, Yeah

CURREN$Y feat. Wiz Khalifa – No Squares

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Battle axe rap swingin’ like 84 elbows
On the H-Town slab Cadillac Eldo
Spokes pokin I should be the “weed
Don’t stop me from workin” spokesperson cause I get it in
Stoned, active like a sober person runnin
Rather have my feet hurtin than my pockets
I chase that money down like it said somethin’ bout my mama
I chase that money down like I think it took my wallet
I chase that money down like it key scratched my impala
I chase that money down pile it up and climb on top it
Trill nigga mountain at the summit countin’ hunneds
You try and take me from it you gone plummet to the bottom
If there was a winning contest then I did won it, done it
Bossed up playa don’t do much but kick it I’m a punter
No pun intended I’m a stunner
Brung the Lamb to the motor cross ramp like fuck it
I’mma jump it, officer love muffin
It should be a crime how you lockin’ down that bitch
But the girl mine
Said she wouldn’t do it again for the third time
Figured you realize at some point that the girl lyin’
Either you blind or you don’t mind
Either way I’d never hustle with yo kind
Cuz we’d never get no bread, you too scared
Pimpin this the 3rd installment, what you sayin

[Hook]
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
Ain’t been like none of them niggas as far as I can remember
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
They was payin them bitches, I was payin attention

[Verse 2: Spitta]
I do it for myself, not for them bitches
They just included with this good living
I’m paid for making music with my niggas
Been doing this and never even showed by who or his, now who the shit?
Jet Life, started the reeforlution
Cain’t call it, I’m just doing what my old heads was doing
And I’m privileged to have seen them start movements
Behaving in the wild fashion, acting unruly
OG, so it take a double O to school me
That [?] somethings still a [?] might put them on some game, truly dog
In the fast lane cruising, go around me
I’m riding to my music, slowing down to some Sade on the doubie
Overtaking your position and it won’t be much to me
Took your championship cup and I filled it with a smoothie
With my feet kicked up, take my picture
If looks could kill, your family would sue me
I’m that nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I’m rolling up an insane amount of smoke
Diamonds all up in the chain around my throat
Telling me that I should change, it’s all I know
I live the dream of private planes and piles of dough
Tatted on my face ’cause that’s what I believe in
Make sure they know it’s TGOD when they see me
We was broke but know we getting used to bread
Versace on and watching my medusa heads
You niggas looking hungry, you could use some bread
You niggas need security, you could use a craig
My young niggas slanging where them users is
I’m from Pistolvania where them shooters is
Dressing like a hippy, drinking gin straight
Heard they money funny, bitch I been straight
Hundred for them bottles, spending 10 straight
Me and Spitta got the template

[Hook]

CURREN$Y – N.O. Shit

It’s not what you know, it’s what you can prove
And I can so prove, that I’m better than you
Sweater, neck crew
Fuck your dress code, let the Jets through
Smelling like, medical
See it my way, life from a better view, loser
Living life, not making moves – vegetable
Might as well be dead
Redline in the old school
Classy, call that museum riding
Yeah, fuck you thought
I fell off?, Nah, I fell back
Countach put the doors up
Call the weed man and a couple hoes up
Shooting pool…
Thinking ’bout when pops used to bring be to the barber shop
That was cool…
Bumping smokey, ’84 Grand National rolling
All I know is sleepin’ with one eye open, That N.O shit
Jack the Caribbean Queen from Billy Ocean
Bring her back before the nigga even notice
Smooth sails…
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea
Smooth sails…
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea

All I know is sleepin’ with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin’ with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin’ with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin’ with one eye open, That N.O shit

CURREN$Y – Montreux

Yea, and this is what I do
Yea, lames catch feelings we catch flights
? seen him till you seen him, jet life
Yea lames catch feelings we catch flights
..you ain’t seen him till ya’?yea, fool
You ain’t never seen the man until you seen the man

Uh, kush smoke
Money clothes hoes
Hurry up before that elevator door close
This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux
Stars in the audience
Al Jarreau in the third row
Parent guardian to this art for its my baby
Lazy eye though watchful
Try to play me I spot you
Points I prove with my every move
Right from the beginning
I was right and that was very true
This is what I knew
Make a fool out of you if we were to duel
In a hall playa playin’ pool
Renegade bitches choose
Word to Max Jeux
Drop jewels
Diamonds different hues

Type of shit I like to do
Orange leather in my coupe
Carrot soup
My women ball word to Sheryl Swoops
Minus the hoop she fell through
Fell in love with the blue dreamin’
Of things she can’t have
Now she’s looking down like she’s tryin’ to use her ipad
Pro tools confiscated as evidence by the crime lab
But I ain’t even have to do it like that
Knife work on the track
Many will cut and slash
At the neck like a sash
Blood on my hands
Me and my killer band
Raw shit killa-gram
Eyes spinning ceiling fan
You ain’t never seen the man until you seen the man
Raw shit killa-gram
High spinning ceiling fan
You ain’t seen the man until you seen the man
Fool
Yea

CURREN$Y feat. Smoke DZA – Mirrors

[Hook: Curren$y]
Riding on mirrors
Help them sucka ass niggas see it clearer
See yourself, watch us get richer
Me and my nigga DZA, riding on mirrors

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Hundred for a yacht
Smoking out the state room, make room for a nigga
Bigger than the block, feds taking pictures
Inquisitive, interested in how I make my living
From this balling and chilling, penciling pen pimping
Two of my bottom bitches, write the rhymes
Write my name on the Checks that I sign
It’s roll up time, windex the windows in my mind
And let the ones who understand see what’s going on inside
Only share with those, worth they weight in gold
Gotta be in the know to really know though
You know my bitch eyes slanted, Yoko
Lennon Andretti, highed up, peace signs in my photos
Headrest bearing the family crest
Baby girl, you clearly rocking with the best
Eulogize when I ride for I’m fresh to death

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Jet Lifing on these bitches like I’m ‘posed ta
Rugby bandana wrap my head up like the Hulkster
And I ain’t banging though, unless I’m banging hoes
Bitches suck and swallow like they tryna find the antidote
Niggas be fronting, acting mad for real
‘Til you slide they main squeeze, have them mad for real
Weak bladders, I be pissing them off
Cause payback is more of a bitch when your bitch is involved
Classic ‘Lo on my ’97 Pennys, this my vintage fit
Think Christmas, I be tree lit up, no Rockefeller Center shit
This fucking hash tasting sweeter than some cinnasticks
Have you fidgeting then put you out real sinister
More onions, I need more hundreds
Posers don’t want it, they Malibu’s Most Wanted
We all know you ain’t really that guy
You don’t even be inhaling, you be faking the high
Riiiiiight

[Hook]

CURREN$Y – #JetsGo

[Background Ad-Libs]
Yea. yea..yea
Ain’t nothing… to the next life
Fool ain’t nothing changed
Roll something up mama
We fucked up
Make sure of it ..

[Verse 1]
Uhhh..
Never will it stop
Crate motors with Triple Digit Blocks
You wanna race I’ll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin’ locks
Nigga you know my Steez’
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed
Minus the busing, Keano Reeves
Twistin them Fern-gully trees, Bitch breathe
Your man smokin good, I’m smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got them Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor
The JETS step through the door issue them awards
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their draws
You mad Upset, Me and your girl just up on the set
Playin Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps
Love don’t fuck my rims up
Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Team Official
But Jet Misses never tell a Jet business
That’s how we do it big enough, for us to live in it
Them other fools playing wit it, Blind Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them niggas, you come through the set,
But never bring them withcha

[Chorus]
Yea though, the Vet flow, Best smoke,
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code
And the Trill know the Jet Code, We Jets though
Snatch your bitches, bring em everywhere you cant go

[Bridge]
Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Nigga, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Bitch, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code

[Verse 2]
Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
On second thought, I always had em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me, her and her home-girl together
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Cessna Propellers
We landed on the water, the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we just hang and fuck
While she swipe your credit cards on Dispensary Pot Jars
I’m laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we play the terrace and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, what you gave her
Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The Famous story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The Biggest niggas get beat Senseless by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to Ginger
Even these bosses be slippin, I catch that
Try to be more Flawless wit it, Calculated king of the city
Christopher Walkin wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as Biggie
Machine Gun Fonk, out of the Bowls
Bubble Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game CHUMP your chick chose
Better luck next time Captain Save her
Jets, Drugs, and Paper
Sex, Sport Cars and Vacations……

…Yea

CURREN$Y – Leaving The Dock

They shippin’ that Lam to the crib while I’m on tour.
When I get off of this bus, it’s gon’ be pedal to the floor.
‘fore a nigga even set foot through the do’ it’s gon’ be laps in that hoe.
Dolo. Fool, I ain’t got time for no bitches.
But I do gotta Rolex where my long sleeves endin’.
A house on my wrist. A car on each pinky.
I got all of this, from laughin’ at them lames while I’m rollin’ up my sticky.
Lightnin’ strike again. Jet Lifers, niggas always rewritin’ history.
Fools hear our verses & rewrite that shit, they scriblin’.
Bitches see my bitches & consider tryin’ women.
I pulled up drunk. Talkin’ shit. In the lobby of my buildin’.
Push the button in the elevator took it straight to the ceiling.
Doors open in the livin’ room, that’s penthouse, pimpin’.
Yehh, girl I did it.
I’d advise you to play yo position ‘fore you see another hoe in yo jersey tryna score thirty, ya heard me?
A nigga been focused since I said Hi to her.
We higher than the Eiffel. You suckas is like fools.
Fool, who designed you? Nigga, I was built to make sure this sucka shit get killed.
Homie Ima well, big muhfuckin fish.
Of course you gon’ see a ocean where I live.
Of course if I rolled it that’s top shelf hemp.
Of course she got them Jordans on tryna impress him.
Titties out, when I fall in. Bring the whole city out.
I did it for Slim…. Jet Life.

CURREN$Y – Frosty

[Curren$y]
Yeah, cut the beat on
The coolest nigga ever just walked in the room
Cut the heat on
Minutes after the car lot, remove factory socks
And put brand new sneaks on
Casper on these fools, Floating
I’m talking about the Caspian Sea, holmes
Casting lines
While penning vicious one’s at the same time
Visuals, But you can hear ‘em though, Yea

Spit shit you would think unimaginable
Then make it tangible
Travel mo’, to it is a grab and go
Hustle hard homeboy, my family know
Rarely seen…
They know I’m married to my dream
So in love with that green
That my bitch every day threatens to leave
The only thing that’s left for me
Is to suggest that she do as she please
Cause on the nights that it’s really cold
I know that money gonna hold me, yea

CURREN$Y feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver – Flight Briefing

[Lady Flight Attendant]
Ok, as we get ready to take off, please be sure to check that your seat belts are fastened, that your tray tables are up, and that you electronics are off. as the crew comes through to make final cabin checks, please let us know if you have any questions or need any help. We promise to do everything we can to make sure you have a safe comfortable flight.

[Spitta]
Uh, with these lazy eyes I’ve seen
more than you could see in seven lifetimes
getchu on track
got the fresh scoop from inside
get you insight on the situation cause i done it twice
done the dotted line, tightrope walk
where the suits want results, they don’t talk
dozens of songs locked away, and writing in the vault
no one to blame, it was solely my fault
no soft chrome, just boss came ‘long
right now I’m not trippin’ pimpin’
you could pay me for it when you get it
I’m tryna get a bigga home, put my niggas on
they puttin’ their niggas on, we gettin’ really strong
… … Jets, best shape ever
Winner’s circle
you squares need to get it togetha
or stop hangin’ with eachotha
go somewhere and get is seperate
your bitch want that vitamin D, she lookin desperate
bullshit convo, five minutes invested
now she buck naked, lyin’ to you via text message
in a snap like celery or fresh lettuce
give me head and try to get ahead of us
you know which way is up

(flight lady again, but you can hear what she says)

[Roddy]
Yeah,as the world turnin’, and my joint still burning’
I hold my head high and I got that from uncle Vernon
so, if you want respect, you gotta earn it
it’s crazy, most people never learn it
Preach!
so, before they hear my sermon
here’s my confession, I get dressed with my burna
Sheesh!
I know that ain’t right, but I know when shit’s weak
try livin’ on my tray first streets
so, before I fall asleep
with a certified freak
who just tryna get her hands on some … … seats
I’m cool
Nice try, but you can’t get that from me
nice guy, hard body,man it way too weak
Gucci broads even said I keep it way too G
I never try to be somethin I’m not
I do me
I find it better on my own two feet
Roddy keep it unique and low key
Jets Fool

(Flight Bitch…again)

[Trade]
Fresh Polo bucket, all them niggaz know I’m actin’ out
smoke so much kush in the whip I started blackin out
I’m hoppin out, I’, one of the freshest without a doubt
bitches love when I come around, they know what I’m about
take em to the house
fuck em good, smoke em out
burn a whole ounce with a mama, back to my paper route
I’m tryna put a couple a dollas in my money pouch
bag to bag transactions, then I’m ova and out
dumb it down? neva that, you should know me buy now.
I’m floatin’ on a kush cloud and I neva come down
Jet set, international we roarin now
all for takin niggas bitches when we come in town
lames cryin over hos, the tears of a clown
I’m smokin on some purple and green, you steamin brown
leaves with them sticks and seeds, they should see me now
its MOB, I rest in peace on a money pile

(Of course, one more time, the Flight Bitch)

CURREN$Y – Bring Her Home

Me & my girl both highed up
In the stip club at the bar lining shots up
When this one bitch walk past us
Me & her eyes touched, hers & mine
In such a way I knew she was down to fuck
Yeah my girl caught me looking but she didn’t spazz
In fact she even complimented on this bitch’s ass
Uh, that got me thinkin like yeah
I wonder if she gonna be mad if I ask her
if I could bring this one bitch to the pad with us
Mentally envision all the fun we could have with her
Shawty licking me girl while I am smashing her in back of her
Mustered up the courage if I could actually
To get these lovely ladies wrestling in bed with me,
While my girl was looking at my face the whole time
And what she spoke it seemed as though she could read my mind
She sipped her wine & smiled, & asked if I was down for something wild

Mama I know you thinking exactly what I’m thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain’t gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I’m thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain’t gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome

Yeah needless to say I accepted the challenge
Now it’s me, my girl & this new bitch 3 deep in my rally spoke
Bout to swerve to the store for Trojans
cause I rather spend 450 on Jordans instead of abortions
Made it to the crib
Pull up, Hop out
my Bitch grabbed our new bitch on the ass
Hot damn, watch out
Before I walked in cut the alarm off they was on the couch
I rolled up a joint, & said got damn yall gone leave me out
We proceeded to get weeded & freaky all simultaneous
My girl laughing at the faces this new bitch make while taking it
Everybody happy way past satisfactory
I didn’t see this coming, we was having a nice little Saturday
Never know what your girl is thinking on the low
To think when she asked me to come to the strip club I almost said no

Mama I know you thinking exactly what I’m thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain’t gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome
Mama I know you thinking exactly what I’m thinking
You wanna see what she look like
Bucknaked moaning & screaming
We ain’t gone tell nobody
This gone be our lil secret
Me & my girl gone bring a girl home we gone have a threesome