Curren$y

[fox69]

"Everywhere"

"Everywhere"


Yeah, smokin', eh, eh
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
(Sucka ass nigga thinking its all 'bout you.... You a fool)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
She only lovin' on the dollars
[x2]
Pull up in the '62 impala, smelling like that California fire
My girl, my smoke, both exotic, my flow is straight dope narcotics
I'm watching in the Audi, not my shit but a bad bitch driving
Eight seven on the I 10, used to be a mule flying in products in from the islands
Buy a nigga anything he want two 15's in the trunk homeboy I'm stylin'
Riding by them, fake niggas dont like him
Real ones get inspired
By him, cause they know I climbed out the mud and got it
Cause they know I came out the dirt pileish, hella racks in my pocket
[Hook:]
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
She only lovin' on the dollars
Watch her, Baby girl diggin in yo pockets, when you not watching
[x2]
Focused on the cash and not the ass, some my niggas spend, some I stash
When the summer end the furs attack, Minks is full length I let 'em drag
Cross the marble floor, I money dance, Ice blocks is piling on my hand
Watch is like the Vegas strip, I made it bitch
Underground, so I understand what its like to feel like being slept on for real
Watching chains face when the money peel, the game is cold woah, stainless steel
Unforgiven, no kidding, straight business making a killing
They want you dead because of how you livin'
Bitches giving you head cause the car you driven
You stars my nigga, they straving nigga
It's hard my nigga, let god be with us, we in the trenches stacking riches
Stand two steps ahead of them gold diggers, I was shown by them older niggas thats why I'm colder than ya
I'm a high roller nigga, I swear its like I'm frozen in here
Polar bear chills ballin in wheel, too much dope out here to stand still
Yeah...
Uhhuhhhhh
[Hook:]
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow
She only lovin' on the dollars
Watch her, Baby girl diggin in yo pockets, when you not watching
[x2]

 

[fox69]

"Example"

"Example"


Yeah
And
Where...
Haven't...
We...
Been yet
Uh
They look up the Jets
You can't stop ma plane
Nigga you can't do a thang
Uh machete sharp
My dream's to recognize the Ferrari's heart
Global domination ruling ma thoughts
Never let 'em play you
Fuck 'em sideways, always until they pay you
Reimburse me for payed dues
The money made me move
Running thru my shoes
For the day that I can kick 'em off
Relax
I said I quit smoking these beats but I relapsed
We heard yo shit and we laugh
That bitch saw that herb you twisting and she passed
She rather see me make that 6-4 lean back
Flow hippy, comfortable bean bags
I tell you a secret if you can keep it
Shhhhl, real
Sucker ass niggas cooking all kind of bullshit
Sucker ? ya'll stuck to them digits
Wonder why I won't eat with ya
Bauss tha fuck up
Be someone, nigga
I am an example of what happens when you quit being afraid to gamble
I shook the dice and rolled
Some niggas like you who want to stay, shook but frozed
I get busy
You think you know but ain't sure
Fool.

 

[fox69]

"Fabric"

"Fabric"


Yeah
What, what'd Trippie Redd say?
Pulled up in a droptop, she dropped dead?
Something just like that man
When you got something to show for all that hustle
When you present that shine
For all that underground grind
For all that time you invested
And they couldn't see that
And now they see
Yeah you gotta come through
You gotta come down on 'em something like this
(Fendi P coming soon)
Its easy to do
Its so easy that its hard
T.Y. Son of a Gangsta coming soon
Everybody on the grind
Everybody on the pot
Yeah
Shout out to G Perico
Shit don't stop
Eastside on mine
Just like every time
The Spring Collection
Uh

 

[fox69]

"Factor"

"Factor"


[Verse 1:]
Yeah
Get up in the morning, slip kicks on
Hop up in the whip and drop last nights bitch off
Hot spitta, nigga I return it like a kick-off
Right back to you fool, I never stick with broads
Beep the horn two times, then dip off
I'm heading by Melissa's
Said she got the hook up on some Wal-Mart gift cards
Another day in the life of Spitta, happy to share it with ya
My life is an unequaled experience to the listner
Society of flyness, only a few may enter
You are not a member, if you were I would remember
When I met you, I am not impressed so son you got me twisted
Two strikes, already swung for some bum pitches
Next time I'm a send it for the fences
Music on mute, I'm just riding to my engine
Got my business on my mind, mind on my business (and autmobiles)

[Hook:]
No tint when I ride, I wan' be seen bitch
And I ain't got nothing to hide, my interior clean
You know I'm a factor [x4]
If you in the club, and you looking for me
I'm with the players blowing weed
Right in front of the security
They know I'm a factor
They know we a factor
We know we a factor [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Club night, xenon headlights
Z06 'vette, I'm getting bread right?
Shorty on the monthly, I call it the red light
But I just be like, "I can still get some head right?"
I cop two V.I.P sections
Rearrange the velvet rope, put them bitches together
Got a swag and a flow, I'm so together
Got your girl and you swore ya'll were so together
Wear what I want, fuck what you say go together
No stylist can ever take credit for dressin'
Curren$y the Hot Spitta niggas spittin' Wessons
Stay high so the game don't have me stressin'
My city show me love when I roll through sections
I feed off that, and I keep on reppin'
That's the energy I need for me to keep on steppin'
Till I get to the top, cause that's where I'm headin'

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Famous"

"Famous"


And you could tell
From distance tryna figure
The reals say I’m
But I’m still
And you could tell

Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive [2X]

Ain’t nothing change but the weather
And the temp tag sequence of letters and numbers on my Chevelle
You can ride, but hey man watch my leather
Cuz bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
Rosae in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic
Spitta in them Monstabeats radioactive, I don’t kick it with no rappers
They be hustling backwards
Like the jeans on criss cross, who you Mack daddy or daddy mackin?
Pen lyrics on back on these napkins
Zoned out in a first class cabin
With noise cancellation headphones
Two hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring down at the ocean, inspired
Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire
Struggle a fence, you oughta get caught up in the barbed-wire
I’m independent, fuck yo system I get paid without it
Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger
That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she rolled about it
You can’t deny it, I am a ridah word to Pac ambition
Whodini your main squeeze, she disappear she’s a magician
You can’t blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed, I
Sent to the waffle house twit my order from the car man
Yeah..

And I’m looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain’t him
The reals say I’m on it, the haters say I ain’t shit
But I’m still..

Looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain’t him
The reals say I’m on it, the haters say I ain’t shit
But I’m still..

I’m high again waiting on the sun dozed off in my ’57 at the drive-in
This is a scary movie I’m in
But I do it for all my folk who genuinely want me to win
I do a lot a smoking to stay over this bogus shit
My money are not on these bitches, my focus is locked
Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not
Pay homage, the founder in the house kid
A MILF hunter, ask yo momma she could vouch bitch
If she cool to fuck and down with rollin that barney up
Race-day money on the starting gate pony up
I hope your hungry
I got a plate of dutch for homie, liquor
Early morning exercise doing kush ups
I ain’t stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up
Bitches used to overlook us
Now in my presence they shook up
See where this rap shit done took us?
I’m stil, still..

 

[fox69]

"Fashionably Late"
(feat. Deelow)

"Fashionably Late"
(feat. Deelow)



[Hook x2:]
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause
[Verse 1:]
New Orleans and narcotics draped in metal and fiber optics
‘Cause dull bitches attracted to shiny objects
Well I guess y’all can kick it, Phife Dawg
Q-Tip, we all Souls of Mischief
This is how we chill until the globe stop spinnin’
I told all my folks that I’d be comin’ back with it
Now ask ‘em if I did it any different, peppermints and lemons
Boss brothers choppin’ business around the table
It resembles a civil rights sit-in
Powerful shit, editin’ rooms, hours of clips
A man of many hats in this new era
Nurturing several smaller business underneath my umbrella
On the low low
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
And I’m still on top of the money
Dope boy mattress, a hundred K cash
With the box spring under it, who they think they fuckin’ wit’
Spitta won't have none of it, suits offer contracts
I tear that shit up in front of them, baby girl I’m just hustlin’
Without cocaine smugglin’ but this shit is dope Tito
Roll these as we smoke, joints infinity
Highed up, supposed to have breakfast at Tiffany’s
With Brittany but I got tied up, low riders
Hydraulics, trunks full of batteries and wires
Flow get tighter and tighter, adjustable pliers
Flip through these bitches like Zippo lighters
[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Fast Car"

"Fast Car"


Due to like 1, 000 requests
This was a necessary do for Fo' 20 Massacre
I checked my comments and nigga
I done seen 1 million muhfuckers ask for this one
Yo
Midnight, paddle shiftin' my Madina
Hoes thought I sold it 'cause I ain't been seen in it
But it's out, we turn the corner smokin' weed in it
Bape Jeans, 30 G's in them, it come with leadership
You switchin' cars 'cause you always leasin' shit
I'm switchin' cars, I got 30, all me, bitch
Money on the flo' magnetize your hoe
My team finna leave, she askin' if she can roll
Can she roll up the weed?
Can she roll over after we fuck?
Can she get ready to roll out and leave?
Type of bitch that I need
She can keep a secret, she can keep it G
She gon' hold a couple P's at her house for me
Fast cars, nigga took the traction off
Smashed hard I smoke out the boulevard
Niggas is broad and they feelin's mad soft
Them pussies need a box of tampons
We poppin' bottles every day we win the game seven
We ridin' foreign, duckin' charges like we 'cane sellin
Avoidin' 12 in my Porsche 911
Livin' in hell on earth but gettin' high as heaven
Chill
That oughta do it
Fo' 20 Massacre
Shout out to the homies
Smoke somethin' for 'em
Fast cars, nigga
Took the traction off
Smashed off
Smoked out the boulevard
Rag top, nigga
Took the rag off
Give 'em what they ask for
Rag off
Nigga, Smashed off
Bought a fast car
Nigga, took the traction off
Slid down Canal Boulevard
Wait...
(Got a garage full of NASCARs
I'm a give you what you ask for
Show you I work maaad hard
Jet Life)
I don't know
We might have to get some more bottles man
Let me see where Rita 'n Valerie at
We cool though

 

[fox69]

"Fast Cars Faster Women"
(feat. Daz Dillinger)

"Fast Cars Faster Women"
(feat. Daz Dillinger)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Lately I been, thinking 'bout GT3's
Chrome rims, South Beach in the middle of the street
Not parked ain't trippin' I'll accept them lil' penalties when I get 'em
If the papers wasn't so thick, I probably roll the joint in the middle of 'em
Fool ain't know Spitta just inclined to go and get it
We all like the new Benz, I just got mine a lil' bit quicker
A glimpse into this Jet living as fast cars faster women
I would've been mega-pimping, I ain't have the time to put in it
Though I still mack official minus the stripes and the whistle
That's cold game deliver Direct TV Sunday ticket
Suckas can't be down so they just be mad with us
We don't drink or smoke our hash with them ass kissers
You gotta be your own man 'fore I ever call you mister
They gon' have to call me billionaire Jet this year

[Hook x2 - Curren$y:]
Still on my hustle, bitches still love him
Big block Chevy motor running, you can hear him coming
Yea focused on money, keep them numbers doubling
If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing

[Verse 2 - Daz Dillinger:]
I begin my day off with a half ounce
Clocked in on that cash route, bust you in yo' damn mouth
Million pounds of vegetation, semi-auto registration
Built millions off being patient, clutch in, no hesitation
I roll by, I shake the ground with my presence
Bitches scream my name, you tell yo' nigga yea I said it
Run and tell a message, motherfuckas keep up gossip
You see more money more problems, you tell me how a nigga solve 'em
(See I can't call it, I stay balling, never falling off
You still a pussy ass nigga if your heart is soft)
You pay the cost, point seen, money lost, taking off
In that Jet Life, kill you quick and see you in the next life
See I'm forever paid, rollie, Gazelle shades
I got it made, cloud to smoke, you know a nigga dazed
(See that's the motto that I live by
Curren$y, you know that m-o-n-e-e-y)

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Fast Times"
(feat. Mr. Marcelo)

"Fast Times"
(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

 

[fox69]

"Fat Albert"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"Fat Albert"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Curren$y:]
I got stars in the roof of my car, girl
Recognize where you are, girl
Jet Life this the stoner's world
Lowride like my OG's, who wear them Jheri curls
Circa 85's
Now my Daytons spin same time I roll around
Talk my shit a lil bit cause I worked hard
Two laps in the parking lot show my shit off
Bad bitches please tell them haters stay off my dick
Set bubble like a coffee pot
Them niggas talking so much but what are they talking bout
Coupe interior brown leather the stiching, blue berry muffin
They know I'm finna come up with something
Rap hustling a lil bit like pack running
Making stacks from it
Racks like where we put the hunting guns at
Black on a Phantom
White on a Ghost
Suede Adidas Campus
Stepping on your throat, never lettin' go
Blew a pound and they told you from outside from smoke
[Lil Wayne:]
It's Lil Tunechi from New Orleans, lord
With the chauffeur and the car with the two R's, lord
Lived next door to Jennie that went to Beauregard
She broke my virginity and I love her for it
Friends turn into frenemies and they come and gone
Cut the check off, we gon' cut your fucking bungee cord
Make these bitches jump for joy, make 'em fuck my boys
If they ain't a freakazoid then they just annoying
This for the smokers and the real ones
Pussies get the dildo, I get the deal done
Back like I left something, Weezy F something
Bad bitch bout to swallow all my stress for me
Bad bitch stop and poppin' like Steph Curry
Rich nigga laughin' at his bills like Bill Murray
Hot potato on the nose of the hand gun
Outchea dodging handcuffs like a ram truck
Out here looking handsome, fucking dancers
Tryna see my mansions, get expansions
Tryna see my homeboys in they own toys
Kush got my eyes looking like Chong Yoing
Don't know no better
Dick got the bitch walking like Uncle Fester
And your homie talk aloud bout what he gon' do
You know your homie ain't your homie 'til he bleed on you
You know you never know you love her til she cheat on you
You know you never know your brother 'til he dethrone you
You know Lil Tunechi been a soldier since T-R-U
Fuck a heated argument, we let the heat argue
P-I-R-U brazy like glue
S-Q-U-A-D wavy like the sea
And Lil-T just told me to knock the nigga's brain out
I got a chopper I bet I can shoot a plane down
Pussy ass niggas looking for a way out
I tape some kilos to her, put her on a Greyhound
Coming down from cloud 9 like a raindrop
I'm bout to buy a ring of the size of a ring pop
I got some bitches in bikinis like Baywatch
And we in Carrollton in a Chinese kitchen gettin' take out
Hollygrove Tune
Ya dig, Carrollton Heist nigga
Spitta, fuck with me
Carrollton Tunechi I'm gone