Curren$y

[fox69]

"Dogs In The Reservoir"
(feat. Wacko)

"Dogs In The Reservoir"
(feat. Wacko)



[Curren$y:]
I'm with you bro
[?]
Yeah
Yup
Yup
Yup
Life

Cruising in my 30's best shape of my life
Michelin S jersey, some light ice
Micro pendant, VV's in it this Jet Life
Can't complain about a thing cause my shit nice
Switch lanes like J and Jermaine
Gunning through red lights
New Orleans to the Alaskan turnpike
All night 'til we get it right
Recount it again down to the last cent
I got plans to be bigger than I already am
Jet Life radio 420 fm tuned in
Cause they know that Imma hit 'em with that cool shit
Post a pic of my new kicks on outfit grid
You could run up on us and you get out did
Might get laid down like them stick up kids
Gotta [?] listen to gangsta Gibbs
Straight player [?] on how I live
Peep how I slid
Like Karate Kid
Daniel son
Car stunts drop tops in the sun
Bout to split like a blunt but I don't smoke them
I got a cone full of funk from Dr. Greenthumb
Roll one up you sleep son
Can't puff with the G's son, you better leave son
Clouds of weed is all we breathing
Money to the ceiling all we seeing
A G all my life you wouldn't know the feeling
Yeah
East side on mine

The jeans
The jeans fit
With Spider Man with the Marvel comics
Nigga
Yeah
Money
I know how much this shit costs
I was like this bitch Wacko
The I seen you on Canal Street in a Bentley
You was like bitch I'm going to Houston tomorrow
Blew my brains out
It was like you told me you was going to fucking Bermuda
That bitch Wacko like I'm going to Houston tomorrow
I was like fuck this bitch Wacko going to fucking Houston tomorrow
Nigga
Pffff
The Spider Man Ecko jean jacket my nigga
Its like a 500 dollar jean fit

[Wacko:]
Rose gold [?] with the boogers in it
Dress shit two tone wraith with the fully in it
Six chains balling like Killah Stone woulda did it
Low ride the 6-2-tre like Tooki in it
Raw paper filled with a whole lot of cookie in it
Spitta built an empire like Luscious and Cookie did it
And y'all don't know the half of the shit that it took to get it
You gotta put your heart in this shit if you're trying to live it
Been rocking thousand dollar jeans before Ball Man
Red Market throwback jersey with the Jordans
Black Aston Martin young balling like Harden
On the tour bus blowing, writing rhymes on the walkman
Dodging all the [?] cause they get wilder than Tarzan
I been focused on that paper since BBD made Poison
Cause I'm trying to feed the homeless and break some bread with the orphans
The son of Abraham and its got me feeling important

 

[fox69]

"Dojo"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"Dojo"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



[Intro - Wiz Khalifa:]
Aye aye aye aye

[Hook:]
We cop from the weed spot
We don't duck when we see cops
We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out
No time for the stress, I just keep on going

We cop from the weed spot
We don't duck when we see cops
We rollin', laid back, blowin' trees out
No time for the stress, I just keep going

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh, I tell ya what nigga, I neva' gave a fuck, nigga
Less it was paying us, nigga
Back when we was in the cut
And not everybody was fuckin' with us
Knew we'd do it just how we did it
Split the pie right down the middle
Smokin' at the pound got that killa continuous
The grind we on strenuous
But we too far in this shit to consider quitting, bitch
Reminiscent of that Southernplayalistic disc
The Cadillacs of raps, the Vogue tires of rhymers
Classic smooth like Joe Dumars, Isaiah Thomas, watch us

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, either you in or you in
My niggas destined to win, be there beginning to end
Getting money with my genuine friends
This shit get strenuous
How the fuck ya roll with us now but you ain't been with us?
Held my brother down, back then we was creating nigga style
How to get yo money, how to live right
How to treat yo hoes, how to spend ya time
And how to catch a plane, nigga, how fly
I got it tattooed in my skin
Ain't nothin' change 'cept the way the money fold
You cop the zip, I'm a roll
Nigga, we gon' split the whole zone
And take some bitches to the honeycomb aye!
Ha ha ha

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Dollar Sign Eyes"
(feat. Joey Bada$$)

"Dollar Sign Eyes"
(feat. Joey Bada$$)



[Curren$y:]
Roll up every morning, before we get down to this 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes

American dream, foreign machines
13 Lamborghinis arrived on the scene
RIP to the club 'cause we killed it
She chose up and left ya, she left with us, she don't feel ya
I'm in the truck, rollin' up, I'm with my familia
We familiar with them millions, 'cause we been livin'
Ownership, and you only visit
You can't take it with ya
This was reserved for real niggas and bitches addicted to figures
Shit cold, it could kill ya, you need an intervention
The taste of money in yo' system, and you stuck with it
Like a tapeworm pushing you to earn digits
Save the deposit, this yacht came with a helicopter
Hop out the Wraith, yo bitch wan' take some pictures by it
Hate in your eyes as you watchin'

Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes

[Joey Bada$$:]
My nigga I'm just happy to be here, happy to see fear
Right in his eyes, and there's
Nothing to be scared about anymore
Nothing but me and my Lord
On this journey on my course, see the effects of what I've caused
Now I, just throw it in the bag, never matter what that shit cost
'Cause I can't afford to not floss
Fifty-thousand on the wardrobe, but that's a write off
On the income tax, otherwise a nice loss, ha ha
I got this shit mastered, I'm in a different bracket
She hit me after droppin' five bands on the jacket
Shit the old me would have had to jack it
But now the chips stackin', and I'm living lavish
It's steady mackin', if your bitch attractin'
'Cause I'm a chick magnet
She say she got a man, as if that shit mattered
If I was here then I just couldn't be madder
Excuse my manners, me and Spitta we just wave up the scanners

[Curren$y:]
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes

Roll up every morning and then we get down to the 'ish
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us
Street's on fire, I'm still one of the coldest niggas
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes

 

[fox69]

"Don Data"

"Don Data"


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[Ox:]
Hey yo
The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He maketh Ox and Curren$y lie down in green pastures
Yea though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death
We fear no evil
[?] Ox and Curren$y AK-47, a fucking desert eagle
[?]
I am the original [?] don dada, you heard?
[Curren$y:]
That was the homie Ox, you niggas know him from Belly
The nigga's really that nigga, for real, for real
Wake up in the morning and I get myself together
Make sure I'm fly before I step out in that weather
Because them jive-ass niggas trying to ruffle my feathers
Because I'm 760 beamer wide, 747 fly
Up in the crib watching Vanilla Sky
Vanilla cigarillos, I'm very high
I got an incense burner smelling like cherry pie
Bitches is finally learning that I am the guy
1-9-6-4 I-M-P-A-L-A in L.A
Right in the middle of the city where Terry stay
Felli Fel showed me how to work the interstate
N.O. loco on the license plate
And then it's back to the N.O
07 Carerra I copped from Jay Leno
Fuck that girl and leave her boyfriend a memo
Spitta, nigga, wake up and smell the roses
Young Money, Curren$y, the flow is awesome
Widebody Benz, but the rims is Carlsson
Could have chose Borbets, but forget about it
That heater, I got it under my seat tucked
That's just in case a nigga wanna stir some ground chuck
I'd rather not let the four pound bust
I'll put some money on your head and have you scared to drive your truck
These niggas playing all kind of games in my city
So every time I move I gotta bring my rounds with me
Niggas try to hit me, but I'm like AIDS test results
Got them boys scared to come and get me
Spitta

 

[fox69]

"Dope Boys"
(feat. Rick Ross)

"Dope Boys"
(feat. Rick Ross)



[Rick Ross:]
It's some hoes that wanna come through
They was with Chris Brown yesterday
Meek had 'em the day before
It's all good with me, I ain't trippin'
Them hoes probably fucked Snoop too, you know what I'm sayin'?

[Curren$y:]
Yeah, ladada
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Ladadada

[Rick Ross:]
All my homes spacious, all the hoes patient
All gold Daytons, on the road to Vegas
Dope boys get it, DGK fitted
You just wanna finesse her, I already hit it
Fly you out to visit, flight miles only
Chevrolet exquisite, dry cloth only
Lighters on the dresser, baddest bitches step up
Pull off at the car wash as I throw the set up
Young jetsetters, Jet Life feathers
All my niggas hover as the snakes slither
I got the eagle eye, 40-Eagle out (tell 'em)
Smoke and dab with her, I let you eat 'em out
That boy still a player, season ticket holder
Niggas hatin' on me, I'm the only Swisher rollin'
You know I got it
(Wassup nigga, Wiz wassup?! Curren$y!)
I'm the only Swisher rollin'

[Curren$y:]
Rat racer
Don Julio, no chaser
Green door vapors as we count paper
Thinkin' 'bout another way, finna light a jay
Tryna convince my brother to put them K's away
He like, "uh, lil bro, no way"
Them niggas play too many games in the streets today
You could be slain for pay
Fucked up in years, it couldn't be 'bout scratch
Some niggas really hate, they don't be flyin' straight
I'm just watch shopping, picking out a new date
Just rich nigga problems
Rich niggas got her naked on a island, body like a bottle
Slapped her on the bottom
Box Chevy squattin'
The one I dropped her off at her house in
Two Bentleys, seven low-riders and a suspended license
Hella paper I'm stackin'
Shit wasn't always like this

Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Every night up and down the block, passing right in front me
Every night up and down the block, passing right in front me
Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin'
Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin'
Back against the wall, what more could you want from me?
Back against the wall, what more could you want from me?

I gotta have it, grabbin' it, stack it
I gotta see it, smokin' weed keep me thinkin' to never sleep in
Haze chiefin', lazy eye, I'll still peep it
Caught it before the car was even started
I'm not a target, I'm a shark bitch, boss shit
You will get squashed beneath my feet hoe, I'm enormous
The real don shit, you just a dunce, done
Dump blunt guts, I'm out catching stunts
Moon roof, bubble top, '61, what you want
Ace, paper plates, well done
Paper chase, bank race, Spitta won
First place, killing shit, smoking gunk
Clear this face, out of space
Benz coupe, model and make
Some new shit they can't pronunce
Haters don't know what to say
But anyway...

Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Dope boys cop clean cars with the dirty money
Every night up and down the block, passing right in front me
Every night up and down the block, passing right in front me
Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin'
Took a toll on me, molded me as a youngin'
Back against the wall, what more could you want from me?
Back against the wall, what more could you want from me?

 

[fox69]

"Double 07"

"Double 07"


Looking for someone down the line
But no one will be there to see ya through
Fuck all y'all
Shelter from the rain in a parked car
Chopping game, I defined my slangs
Fog lights in the grill, in the grill whippin the 96 rain
It's insane I pass you, let you drive in the narrow lanes
My independence remain
Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne
I grind and maintain my piece of mind
Almost lost it once on the line
But see that I found it just in time
A mercenary killer
Paid for bringin debt to these whack niggas
You call them rats that's why them labels never called you back
Pimpin, yeah jack, spitta snap,
Long flight, turbulence bad, baggage claim tags, car service rolling grass
Double 07, but I ain't talking agents
Two ounces and seven grams my nigga we still blazing
You uneasy in my presence
Dumb questions, dumber statements
I'm on a whole nother level
Roof terrace, you the basement
Couldn't gain possession
Them haters couldn't take it
Can't see me unless you sleeping
Nigga Freddy vs Jason
Snoozing on a jet movement
Your worst nightmare in the making

 

[fox69]

"Down For My Niggaz Freestyle"

"Down For My Niggaz Freestyle"


[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Yeah, fuck them other niggas
I'm going to bang one of them boys up
Hot Spitta nigga, big chains, plenty cars and trucks
Boy, you talking crazy you don't want no war with us
Cause' if you fuck with us the coroner will pick them up
And I'll ride with a 9 on my side
T- crooked R- U, until the day a nigga die
A lot of other niggas wanna ride how I ride
I was pushing jaguars before I was old enough to drive
Hot Spitta- big figure- well known
Whodi was tripping had to leave them boys alone
The niggas been gave me the scoop on you homes
Told me to get what I could get and then be gone nigga, yeah!

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
At any given time I can swing through, push a money green coupe
Blacked-out tints you don't see me but I see you
Don't search, Checking for guns just let me through
20 thugs with me and they're coming in for free too
Rich boys, man you know how we roll dog
[?] With Twinky and Stanley, that's my roll dog
Catch me on a lot in Miami getting cars dog
Shawty mad at me because I don't accept her phone calls
Hot Spitta and I'm working with some cheese bruh
I'm on my own I ain't fucking with no skeezers
Catch me in a club night laying down my stunt black viper
White rally stripes
Looking like a skunk nigga

 

[fox69]

"Drive"
(feat. Young Roddy & Styles P)

"Drive"
(feat. Young Roddy & Styles P)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Dirty ashtrays, empty bottles of champagne,
Tryna find my way in this maze, which is the game
Bitches n gold chains, pistols and diamond rings
More than my fair seen, been on the scene since I've seen
Niggas make green, used my common-sense to seem hella easy
But it took a grip a time pimp, believe me
Just wanted to make moves while my dudes was still alive to see me
Do it like I was doin it for tv
Me and 2 chainz blew hella trees
Take your maserati, hard as I set em' down on chevy seats
Love you dealin' with a G
Your club for audio drugs, 16 bars is a K
1 mixtape is a whole barge, load it down with that sneeze
We record it, we float it in, it's movin' in them streets
The monumental movement got that music for the fiends
Be cautious, this boss shit, be mine for when you speak
Gotta read between them lines to find what's hidden in these beats

[Hook: Curren$y]
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you die.
It's either how you died or who you killed

Nigga, Yeah...

It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you died.
It's either how you died or who you killed

[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
I used to be that nigga stealin' bicycles
Young fly nigga, til' I die I stay live nigga
So stressed out I used to blaze til' my eyes little
Hella high pimpin' on the corner with them wild niggas
Get rich or die tryin'I got that feelin'
I'm so close to a million, and the Lord is my witness
I swear to God I love her, I'm just bad with commitment
That simply, we smoke till them sandwich bags empty
I burn a joint with Jaz, he talked religion
And I ain't attend church in a minute
Lord know's I need to hear this
But I been like a pilot, plottin' on my paper mission
My hustle game official, I used to hoop like Penny
Was flat broke, no pennies, had henney in my system
Big money on my mental, her ass fat as a hippo
Girl watchu' tryna' get into
From a rental, to a hoop-d, to a benzo my nigga
Oww

[Hook: Curren$y]
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you die.
It's either how you died or who you killed

Nigga, Yeah...

It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you died.
It's either how you died or who you killed

[Verse 3: Styles P]
It's either how you died, or who you killed
Where I'm from Niggas tryna move them pills
Niggas push them wheels, one shot pop in the kills
If you rappin' then I hope you get a deal
Nigga, If it's where you live, I'm in the Ritz
In a mansion up state, I'm the shit
If it's where you park, I don't park,
Valet parks for me, team full of shooters on the block that'll spark for me
It ain't what you drive I get drove
Nigga I'm world-wide, across the globe
It ain't what you wear if it was nigga
I wear Nikes, Polos and Jordans my whole life
And Ice
If you ask me it's what you smoke
It it ain't strong get another dose
Ghost
So be careful what you rep
Salute to D-Block and the Jets
Whattup

[Hook: Curren$y]
It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you die.
It's either how you died or who you killed

Nigga, Yeah...

It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
It ain't where you park it's where you live,
It ain't where you live it's how you died.
It's either how you died or who you killed

 

[fox69]

"Drive"

"Drive"


Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up
All about the paper nigga, Fax Machine
Diamonds in my Pinky Ring
Details, Just the smaller things, In the big Scheme
In the end we'll reign Supreme over Everything
Switching Lanes, Gold Dainty Danes
Make them Chevys swing, Can't Complain
I Been hopping Planes, Living Out My Dreams
Hella high, But I'm always focused When I'm on the Scene
Crispy Jeans, Boutique Ice Creams
Extra Clean, She wanna be next to Me
Homie just let it be, Drop the top, Pulled off On 3
Like the Perfect (SKRT!) Description of a Fucking G
I got it on me, I got it on me
Writing on me
Pulling Off with the top Down
Smoking Loud in front of ya House
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up
Half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up
Don't drink & drive so my...
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my Fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, Chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up
Don't drink & drive so my...

 

[fox69]

"Drive By"
(feat. Future)

"Drive By"
(feat. Future)



Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh, money on the floor, make them bitches go
Buckets' ice-cold, bottles, bring us more
Black top fill my Rolex white gold
They think I'm movin' dope, girl, I been doin' shows
'96 Impala, I got two of those
'64 Impala, I got two of those
Jet-livin', we get lifted, Lamborghini doors
Debbie DTF, but she don't give a fuck who knows
Rare chance to kick it wit' the advance
Luxury sedans, sittin', offset stance
Fuck your dress code, bitches feel these sweatpants
Pockets full of gas, rubber bands, lots of cash
However long I last, nigga, I'm a have a blast
Dive in, make a big splash
Nova tint, bulletproof glass, S-Class
Them niggas barefaced, bitch, no mask

[Hook - Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah, ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by

Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by

[Verse 2 - Future:]
Drive by in a Wrath, nigga, big dog
Shot the bitch all in the face, then I told her wipe off
Then I had count up some money like I was just rushin'
Then I had poured up the tussin with lean
Then I had popped me some molly like, "Woah"
Made that bitch back-to-back foreigns all in a row
Ride by the kid wit' the left up, draped up, dripped up
Hold up, I was just dabbin' by mistake
I was just fuckin' your bitch by mistake
I was just countin' some cake on the lake
I was just pullin' up wit' paper plates
I know some real niggas can relate
I know some gangbangers, they relate
When I pull up, it's a murder
When I pull up, it's a murder

[Hook - Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah, ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by

Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by

[Future:]
I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em
I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
When I drive by, when I drive by, I kill these niggas
When I drive by, when I drive by, I kill these niggas
My style line is makin' me money
Hey, why, oh, why? Oh, why, already?
Gotta let 'em know, let 'em know
Drive by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Fly by, kill 'em when I fly by