Curren$y

[fox69]

"Choosin"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa & Rick Ross)

"Choosin"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa & Rick Ross)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Daytime - lights on
Hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it
I don't hide, bitch, I'm high when I'm in public
Even in my everyday ride I be stuntin'
This is nothin', really, you should see me Sunday
I'm from New Orleans, love, so you know how I'm comin'
Hop out that Impala, left the motor runnin'
There's my lil' homies front that store, they ain't gon' touch it
"Spitta, where you goin'?"
I'm finna make the money
I come through in that bread truck, everybody hungry
I be tryna keep it low, but the streets be talkin'
I heard they think I'm sellin' dope, on them walkie-talkies
They worse than them bitches, them bitches be stalkin'
Outside checkin' for which car a nigga parked in
She said she from Belize, but she can speak Ferrari
I roll that tree and write a song about it in the morning

[Hook: Curren$y]
Pull up in that... and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that... and them haters gon' lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Pull up in that... and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that... and them haters gon' lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Pull up pushin' buttons, blowin' OG like it's nothin'
Marijuana fussin', smokin' loud, it's no discussion
Black and yellow, black and yellow, somethin' out of nothin'
Choppers like the Russians, bust your head, that's a concussion
Full-time grinder, all-the-time hustlin'
Bitch I'm from the 'Burg, so you know that I be thuggin'
Made it from the bottom so in God we put our trust in
Certified stoner, get up raw and put a nug in
'Raris, 'raris, 'raris, Lamborghini, hara-kiri
Suicidal doors, tell the owner I said "sorry"
Pull up in that Uno, pockets felt like sumo
Taylor Gang or die, Jet la, la, la, la...

[Hook: Curren$y]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My homies, we sold pills, the motive is chrome wheels
Pullin' up to Club Live, makin' them hoes peel
My niggas was way trill, wardrobe was unreal
My Cuban was Spanish gold, so vintage was my Gazelles
I'm talkin' The Facts of Life, can I just have a slice?
Backseats at the game, 'Bron havin' a night
Let 'em go check the stats, 'cause all I want is the racks
Even movin' the merch, I'm gettin' sixty a hat
MCM on my luggae, Reebok makin' me butter
Be hittin' Cuban cigars, bumbaclot, he think he does this
Double M, we the hottest on the fuckin' turf
I'm goin' straight to Heaven, crib built like a church

[Outro: Curren$y]
Pull up in that... and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that... and them haters gon' lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

 

[fox69]

"Chronic Smoke"

"Chronic Smoke"


[Verse 1:]
A G proceeds to smoke weed
Never have a want, nigga never have a need
Saw my low rider on the Kush D-V-D
Bouncing in the driveway, yeah nigga that was me
I was California cruising in New Orleans deep
Bumping D.P.G, turning corners on 3's
Nigga please, you fucking with me?
Clay Davis style, nigga sheeeiiit
M3's got nothing on me
Checkerboard Louie's with the lime green strings
LV pouch full of kush OG
Ball so hard in these N.O. streets
Chris Paul gonna' vote me as the MVP
Give a motherfuck about this industry
And their politics, just recorded a lot of shit
That'll break the world off proper shit
Dropped independents then niggas said, "okay"
I guess this nigga Spitta got something to say
Some niggas hating be like, "he ain't straight"
But they know I got the flow of a motherfuckin' great
These niggas so motherfucking fake
If you see a hater blow some smoke in their face
Tell them bitch niggas raise up
Fly niggas light your J's up
[Hook:]
I'm living like a baller, whoa
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke
I'm living like a baller loc
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke
[Verse 2:]
Homie I'm just loc'in, got that low low on them dayton
Spokes, and tryin' to keep it in focus
Cause I don't want ya'll to notice
That I'm loaded, I been smoking
I am twisted, and I wish that I didn't drive
Got to give the keys to tweet, play the passenger seat
On the cellphone to see if your girl home
It went to the voicemail and a nigga didn't leave no message
A live bitch will respect it
She called right back and gave me directions
Now she in the Chevy and the bitch half naked
Blowing on a zip of that best shit
Prolly fuck around and ride all the way to Texas
Life in the fast lane, spent half my life on an airplane
But I wouldn't let a motherfucking thing change
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Chu Saiyan"

"Chu Saiyan"


Hit the block on 3 wheels, I'm ill
Jet Life in the house with the real deal
Fake gangsters get pissed they will squeal
That's why I'm only in the trench with the trill
Second guessin', half step get you killed
My nigga you got's to chill
Moves I make got that mafia feel
Switch styles because suckers love to steal
Dabbling in your flow like it's they own
People thinking that's your shit when they hear somebody else on
They just trya get on, ain't nothing wrong
The machine force 'em to conform
This is the norm in the industry
Lil' homie, you've been warned about Rolexes and cars you been drawn
[?] some of them same thangs I want
But I never trade my heart dawg, not a part for any for this
Material shit [?] clippin' off it
The universe keep giving me gifts
Got the gift of flip, scribblin' in the chips
Jet Life get rich, leave the spot with a bad bitch
On my line, got a hook like a fish
I'm the young OG, who produce fresh looks
When I jumped off the porch the whole fashion world shook

 

[fox69]

"Clear"
(feat. Jadakiss)

"Clear"
(feat. Jadakiss)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, cold bottles, hot nights
Long stories, short flights
My turf field territory, everybody got a price
And these are proposal the money to have, people that chose disposal
Bitch wake up to a nose full and sneak out on old dude
He been on to her moves but he play it cool
Knowing better than to trust a bitch
Even though she was with him back when he began hustling
Had her tugging greyhound, busting all types of other shit
Know how that old game loop a younger bitch
Same thing, lose a younger bitch
Speed kills and them newer cats is mad quick
Survival of the fittest, niggas need to join a gym
Rhyme's lightweight homie, been lifting
International audio dope distributing
Five star restaurant with my house shoes on
Like the jernt of a don, stay out my way from here on

[Hook x2: Curren$y]
Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows
If it ain't about no paper we can't deal with ya'
If you hating we can find some ways to deal with ya'

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
You're a thug but you be around the stars, mad nervous
You ain't got enough bars, bad service
No reception, you claim to be real, that's your perception
It ain't all skill, it's all perfection
I'm the best in, let me make that as clear as my windows
Deeper than rap, niggas know I handle my business
'For the trial even start, I handle the witness
Either way, niggas gon' get it
From sunshine till the storm hit it
I'm out here, hands on with it
I don't love the money, I just get along with it
Turn soft white into hard dope
Bad bitch on a jet watching Argo
That's what it call for, we can all go
I'm just making it clear so that you all know
Nigga

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Cleopatra Zones"
(feat. Fiend)

"Cleopatra Zones"
(feat. Fiend)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Life
My money up I bought the same car twice
I put one up museum pieces on ice
A future classic I've got foresight
Style too cold to be stole you'll get frost bite
I'm often imitated, though they never copy right
Logos on my letter head Jets copyright
Protected learned my lesson through some deals that wasn't right
Tires peeling like bananas burnouts at the light
Throw my set up out the window, we know what them hoes like
Rich nigga, hoes choose upon sight
Shit baby girl I want some shrimp with that rice
She know them niggas from my side drive nice cars
Park 'em at lofts, disappear for the night
Four corks in the in my bucket, Rose, Clicquot
In my system I'm right, bitch calm down, don't be acting all pysched
I'm not one of them guys, that's gon' hurry up and buy
I'm laid back I ain't gotta press to fuck, you gon' wan' give me that
As I proceed to roll up something loud
Bust yo ear drums, bitch I'm bossed out, smoke something
Living through these, vice city goggles
Roof top shots of vodka, helipad, bar hopping
Cancel that bitch, buy a new one, I'm always shopping
[Verse 2: Fiend]
Move as the mob over the Mediterranian
Money make the snobbish ask again what lane he in
Spot blood suckers like born Transylvanian
Block so hot, they praying for it to rain again
I'm triple digits outside of this cool
If sweat get broke, she breaking her rules
E'ry neighborhood got a LeBron and a Jordan
And the Jumpmans stand for jumping off the porch and
Horns describe I got away with a small fortune
In my life, my right to live
Misconductly thoughts, bits of ground chuck
Haunts of ya mistrust, don't know where ya wound up
So much white think Christ done found us
And I never forget when they tried to drown us
We done buried so many, and prayed for way more
When scary ain't in us we on the radar
Blood of an innocent youngin', his father numbin'
Massacres at the movie theater, what we becomin'?
Battle in my Barkley's, this black card, my car keys
I tutored to the hustlas spare time, I taught these
Pizzazz and the paper make her don't want leave
Plug so sweet a diabetic want these
I'm on the shrooms and Ketel One
See these shoes? we never run
Better crew will never come
[Hook x4: Curren$y]
On the life bitches are mine, bitches gonna smoke somethin
On the life bitches are mine, bitches gonna smoke somethin with me
Just brought this here for me

 

[fox69]

"Conference Call"
(feat. The Jets)

"Conference Call"
(feat. The Jets)



[Curren$y:]
Hundred counting a hundred stacks with her titties out
I smoke into this 9 foot window, plotting on locking these citys down
I am talking plural more than one town, I got one I need to get
3 more now I control the whole grid
Gotta to make it real somehow, full meal worth an automobiles
In front of my house bitches know a nigga, if I saying is going down
You can wait right here for it to fall from the clouds
You got no idea what I have been through, pay the cost to be this boss
Nigga you see bitch, so make room
Never mind I got walk in closest at my crib twice this size
With all kinda stacked jordans locked inside
Real music last forever, this is how we never die

[Trademark da Skydiver:]
The hardest nigger spittin we the trillest crew in it, jet set motha fucka
We been at it for a minute, no L's on the record a few W's pendin
Translation we are wining nigga dropping cash on whatever fast
I ain't trippin watch me make it back spit some bars on the track
In return I get some racks
Stacks on stacks on stacks, polo, slacks on slacks on slacks,
With the socks and the shirt that match cool cat with my bucket hat
Chill new Orleans nigga getting figures rich as fuck with that
I'm cooling out in harlem 911 where my hustlers at
Laying in a trap, rollin sour out the pack,
Posted right in front of 50 with the loud I know you hear me
Holla back some other time, not right now I'm on my grind
I want what's mine and that included what's I've been due I'm over due
The dollar signs, diamond in the ruff, but fuck it
Still I shine, drapped in the finest threads, Ralph Lauren Design

[?]

[Young Roddy:]
Hey I let my nigga smash, I don't save no bitch
But now I'm like, light up and blaze that, yeah
Momma say she want a nigga who stay on his shit
Uh, and if that ain't true, then what you call that
Them hood hoes swear to God I'm hood rich
They tryin to count my cash girl fall back
I'm killing them niggas go tell em to dig a ditch
And it was all good when it was all bad
Uh, my uncle done 22 flat, by the time he made it home
His little nephew was grown
With intentions to blow the fuck up, and put him on
So I'm steady, write that I'll shit, trying to make my mill ticket
Promethazine keep me tilting 650
When the clock struck 7 I had 7 grams of sticky
Uh, so when I'm in my zone please don't tempt me
I'm close to the edge so don't push me... out

 

[fox69]

"Contacts"
(feat. Trademark Fiend)

"Contacts"
(feat. Trademark Fiend)



[Intro: From the movie "Super Fly"]
"You want a blow? "
"Are you going to leave? "
"Yup... I got to make a pick-up"
"Will you be back soon? Are you coming back soon Priest?"
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Meeting of the Five families, brung a little jewelry through
Them niggas bring their hoes with em, they be staring at me
Baby that fool that you with don't compare him to me
We in the same business but them boys ain't up on they business
I'm a busy man and I own a couple businesses
Might could loan a business to my homie if he want it
But we all bosses and he got his own shit
Weed so strong you need a weight belt to hit it
I take that bitch mind like the hypnotist
Fuck her brains out she hit the mall and buy me shit
High as fuck, 'bout it, 'bout it
Brung her 'round some other girls, I got her tryin shit
The shy shell, she came right out of it
After we all came, I was counting again
Back at the money mountain, praying and plotting
On ways to get it all without them trying to stop it
[Hook:]
No time for these bitches and they know that
Dollar signs in my eyes the money contacts
You could catch a contact high bitch how bomb am I?
Like the weed hit the music this how them G's ride... JET LIFE
Like the weed hit the music this how them G's ride... JET LIFE
[Verse 2: Trademark]
You know how the game go, I be highed up up on the same ol'
Trademark AKA Flamingo
I still don't fuck with no lame hoes, make change when I change flows
Which hoes like I change clothes, I got dough but I want more
Same youngin from the corner store, tryna get it on the low
Jet life to the next life, that's the only thing I'm living for
Money over bitches, that's all this young nigga know
Slamming coupe doors, rolling on them 24s
Outfit was four G's, but I ain't stuntin whore please
Nothing flyer than the SV this JLR
And my SB's read FB, say no more
I been hustling, got 200 racks in the floor
With a hundred more in the armoire past the corridor
I'm stackin, when it comes to racks I tell em pour it on
All I see is dollars, it's only thing I'm focused on
Only mils can save me, I done reached a point of no return
Life
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Fiend]
Niggas strong like a hundred proof liquor, an onion is a zipper
Ask around town we the niggas, the nigga nigga
Motivated by money you know the streets be dummy
Bet nobody gon' run me, don't end the permanent gumby
Paper still rap from the mud 'cause we've been dug it up
Buttons still spin on these cars, oh we just crushing her
Latest of the latest, you in the presence of greatness
For pussy he got pages, me I'm usually one they chasing
Break bread like white Jesus, on methadone, she need this
It was pounds of weed before your features
Ballies on my feet for the night's that it was all for the cheese
Impala on D's, Harbor Mall spending G's
By any means Fiend sheesh
Tree look purpish, gold links Turkish
We ain't at the Dart girl, but this babe know how to twerk it
And that thing with her tongue, she could probably join the circus
Dice hand, super swag, can't bitches serve it
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Coolie In The Cut"
(feat. Trademark)

"Coolie In The Cut"
(feat. Trademark)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, I got my California green and my New York bitch
My new car clean, you should see that bit
Jet Life do they thing, every boss get rich
Bringing ounces, only personal's get lit
Been doing this, ever since I touched my first scent
I was hella bent on touching that wealth, bitch
Now I'm toasting to my health, making them niggas sick
By myself, top shelf, where the best sit, uh
Gucci gloves on my fingers
Pointing to the man and I see him in the mirror
High ass, money making, wrist taking
Niggas hating, Chevy skating, fresh from the weed now
Ready for that wake n' bake

[Hook x2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
I be coolie in the cut, twisting up, high as fuck
Mind racing behind this paper, mane' I still ain't had enough
Fool it's a must, that I get mine before I lay dead in the dust
Rolling joints up by the ounce, try not to smoke it all at once
Cause I be

[Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
All I got in this world, is my balls and my word
A few pounds of the herb, four dimes and six birds
In that zammy I swerve, out in New Orleans I'm boss
My eastside niggas say word, getting it like the first and the third
Now when it come to my pockets, it's a must I see profit
Mingo Barnes I'm the man, smoking grams, counting grands
Nice kicks, I'm the shit, stupid bitch get off of my dick
You niggas nosy like chicks, air hustling all in my mix
Catch me riding 'round with my tops down
Smoking on that kill, you know my weed loud
Mingle baby, real nigga, you can't keep down
I'm too high, eyes low, you know I'm cheifed out

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Count My Money"

"Count My Money"


And I never came down from the last time, but that don't mean nothing, nigga still climbin'
Bitches popping bottles and they sipping pink diamonds
I took a break from the game and I seen these niggas clownin'
The blogs wouldn't be the same if you took Spitta out it
Props to the ones who instrumentally getting me poppin'
Ballin' without first learning the fundamentals, forget about it
Tryna 360 up the middle - you ain't even learn to dribble
Twiddling my thumbs, smoking lime
Watching hamster ass rappers run in wheels, going nowhere with they rhymes
Stuck, Glenn Robinson, big dog bucks, socks up, top down
Killing squares, riding 'round
Coolest nigga in yo city, even when I'm not in town
Smoking like I signed for 50 million and I'm underground, yeah
Uh, smoking like I signed for 50 million, still underground

 

[fox69]

"Countin' Money"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"Countin' Money"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



[Hook - Curren$y:]
Countin' money while my bitches sleep
Countin' money 'til my niggas eat
Countin' money while my bitches sleep
Countin' money 'til my niggas eat
[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa:]
I was high, she was high
Nowadays we don't even drive
New Supreme don't wait in the line
She give me brain, that's a piece of mind
Smoking wax, OG kush combined, money that's my time
You know the saying, don't be wasting mine
Fresh out of papers, lil momma complaining
Saying it's too much smoke
Telling us we too down to Earth to be famous
Well who told you getting money would change us?
The same niggas probably told you
That the gang would fail
But they wrong cause my pack better than ever
I'm jet setting whenever I want
And
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Master craftsman, paper stacking
The scent of jasmine on the bed, she's baby napping
She's been working hard, let her sleep
I made it rain on her all night, she only get wet for G's
Yeah I be, example of, manning up, standing up
Not setting for that ho shit, smashing 'em
What's happening bruh? Same shit but the toilet bowl gold
Royal flush in my royal blue Rolls rolling up
Something out of old, or the double S riding slow
Mind open but my eyes low
Focused on the only goal
If I want it, I'm a donk it
You know
[Hook]