Curren$y

[fox69]

"FedEx"

"FedEx"


Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Money power respect
Tryna make that bread stretch

Valet park the Spider at the stadium
Really got the cars them boys say they in
Level 6 armored the Mercedes Benz
Feeling like Ox in this bitch smoking big lobster claws
Butter sauce but of course
Brought myself up, became a boss on no days off
Sycamore Style, my Wallabee Clarks
Marble cake catching plays from my loft
I made a million just to make this phone call
Homie please, adapt to your surroundings
You surrounded my some G's
They know you pussy they been observing the way you breathe
They might tighten you up a little bit before you leave
The rats get cracked when the python squeeze
It's animal kingdom in these streets
You gotta be a man and a beast
Gotta keep one eye open when you sleep
Might have to kill something to eat

Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Money power respect
Tryna make that bread stretch
Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Been killing 'em like a drive by
Is y'all dead yet?
Pulled up like Fed Ex, yea
Pulled up like Fed Ex

Camouflage Rolls Royce don
Umbrellas in the lead shower things get torn apart
Every bar I write another war I start
As my wishlist becomes a list of things I've bought
No regrets for the necks I stepped on none of that was wrong
Because all of this is all I want
How could you blame me when the hustle made me
Money crazy stacking daily
Only way to be, so says me
Audio dope, check it for the [?]
And then you pay me risk taking got that money raining
Baby, you played yourself thinking you could ever play me
Waiting for my downfall it's gon' be a long night
I'm too high to land homie this gon' be a long flight
Money run, we get it done before the sun lights
Plan executed to the letter
More money then you seen in your life ever, ever

Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Money power respect
Tryna make that bread stretch
Pulled up like Fed Ex
Double R headrest
Been killing 'em like a drive by
Is y'all dead yet?
Pulled up like Fed Ex, yea
Pulled up like Fed Ex

 

[fox69]

"Feelin Like"

"Feelin Like"


[Intro: from "Super Fly"]
"Aw sweet Jesus man them junkies must of knocked a hole in your head"

[Verse 1:]
Like a nigga selling dope
Investigation, surveillance, life under the scope
They waiting to see me fail, I'm waiting on this boat
Damier printed sails love, I got somewhere to go
Dress like I really didn't have no plans
Light Rolex, maybe a chain, t-shirt, sweatpants
Bumping that Juicy J Bands A Make Her
But she made it shake and I ain't even have to pay her
And you know me, keep it OG, like the reefer and my papers
Got them suckers under guns infrared lasers
Me, I'm under the sun, sports car racing
Everyday we come up with some more amazing player shit

[Hook:]
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have any bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me
Yeah, yeah
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be

[Verse 2:]
Wake up, thank the man I'm still alive
Freshen up, get dressed, pick which car I'm a drive
Backing out my driveway, automatic gates
Couple automatic assassins securing my estate
I don't know what I done, niggas mad at me
I bought a couple nice things, thought you'll be happy
But niggas wishing they hear that somebody kidnapped me
You want me die cause your girl tryna get at me
Nigga stop, it's a world full of money
You wasting time worrying bout mine, fool get on it
Mega grind several times I was told I would be next to shine
Until I said fuck it and I snatched mine

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
When the club letting out I'm a pass in front
You all in your girl's face hoping she don't see
Pimpin', you can't police her, she gon' do what she want
Love just wanna fuck and smoke some good ass weed
She in the beater, nothing else, cleaning my bathroom
I'm syncing my iPhone to show on my tv
Ain't even all the way on, niggas ain't even seen
Nothing yet, Jet threat, fools, you hear me
Talking top Corvette, ZR1 top speed
It's a check at the finish line every dime I need
Every dime don't spend, hounds them hoes be
Out to get them so firstly I get me

[Outro:]
Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have every bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have every bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me
When the club letting out I'm a pass in front
You all in your girl's face hoping she don't see

 

[fox69]

"Feelin' It 2008"

"Feelin' It 2008"


[Hook:]
I'm feelin it, fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin it, feel the Lex' pushin up on the set
I'm feelin it, feel the high that you get from the la
Feelin it if you feel it raise your L in the sky

[Verse 1:]
I keep it realer then most, and niggas feelin this
Streets talkin in the N.O., and I'm hearin this
Spitta got a hell of a flow, I been sayin this
The car right next to you probably playin this
I love my city, I will always stay in it
It's so true...
Hurricane came through, but I did not move
Anybody know me will tell you that I'm a cool dude
Half time you won't even know I'm in the room
But every now in then I get bent and act a fool
Hit my backyard and show my girl how to shoot the tool
Might watch ray ray skate the pool
If I can get a flight to LA this afternoon
If not I'm at humidity boardshop
Chillin with my homeboy Philly
A lil boutique shop in that traffic
And blow 6 grand on Crooks & Castles
Fuck it I'm...

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Respect the way I took a pause before I spit the rap
This beat is classic so I feel like it deserve that
People who live above the clouds love the way I rap
Life at 30, 000 feet was full of old tracks
Back from when music was music, newer shit is wack
Don't trip real niggas I'm bringin it back
Can't call it gangsta, can't call it back pack
But I bet ya (I'm feelin it)
To all my girls who clean my house and organize my kicks
Good lookin out, you got my crib all nice and shit
While I'm listenin to beats just writin shit
Hittin niggas in the head with the flyest shit
Airplanes in the house girls like my shit
I'm the type to meet a model, one night that bitch
One time no comin back twice and shit
Unless I'm feelin it...

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Ferrari Saga"

"Ferrari Saga"


Rainy nights, streetlights
Ideal situation for this presentation
PowerPoint, crumbling that flower to roll a joint
Disassemble your empire in an hour
Dissolve that shit if it don't involve my clique
We want all of this, coward quick throw in yo towel
You're not built, you not equipped
Fucker you might get kicked
You don't really stand that tall homie you on stilts
And when the real get revealed, oh man
That mask get pealed off, damn
You got a real issue on your hands
You got soldiers awaiting command
Getting in serious shit with bad leadership
That only leads to defeated cliques, defeated chips
And I ain't tryna see that shit
I gotta keep this circle of bosses really close nit
Homie and you know this
Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
Late nights in my testarossa
Hope the po-po's, don't roll up on us
I don't know if they gone try and smoke us
In the club where gold diggers approach us
Thinking they gone try and come up on us
This shit ain't no different from your corners
Skyhigh, paper to the ceiling
Lord what is this feeling like a coke rush
And I'm drugging not dealing getting high of the thousand dollar band peeling
Hit a corner in my Impala
Three wheeling, parked it just to start a Ferrari
Heard some hoes is brokenhearted
But baby I'm sorry
I'm all about this money darling
Ballin', stunnin', all through New Orleans
You know that bitch wanna be where them stars is
Hundred thousand dollar cars is
Bars is laced with that raw, get a taste, you astonished
Hooked on it, totally lost in them murky waters where them sharks swim
Clown get drown while we forever on some don shit looking down
I'm on a yacht, Binoculars out
Islands I spot, we finna plot on it
Yeah, Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
Late nights in my testarossa
Hope the po-po's, don't roll up on us
I don't know if they gone try and smoke us
In the club where gold diggers approach us
Thinking they gone try and come up on us
This shit ain't no different from your corners

 

[fox69]

"First Light"
(feat. Smoke DZA)

"First Light"
(feat. Smoke DZA)



[Intro]
Yeah
La Musica de Harry Fraud
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Exit in the striker boat
Clean as fuck, eatin' millions and shittin' soap
Its in the ceilings, its in the walls, its in the floor
That's old news, the real drugs is in the floor
Gold shoes, David Spokes on a 94
Fleet wood, my weed and fucking my bottom bitch, how we sleep good
G's spent on that motor work, monsters under these hoods
Clique to thick for you to see through it, you know how we do it
Way different from them, momma who let em in?
Undesirables non-vibal, this is what them bosses flick them lighters to
[Hook: Curren$y]
Yeah, Yeah
This is Harlem in New Orleans
This is old school and dropped foreigns (right)
This that first smoke of the month
This that shit you always wanted (right)
I hope you suckas are ready for it
You know your bitches waiting on it
This is Harlem in New Orleans
This is old school and drop foreign
[Smoke DZA]
Riiiiiight, fuck the fame, give me the money and bud
Nigga could walk through Harlem and its nothin' but love
A1 under these rap Gods that's fuckin' with us
They don't even look cool, most of these niggas are suss
You rockin' with the innovators, imitated, never duplicated
If you don't fill actin', chances is you a hater
I can smell a motherfucka that's jealous, look at you
All in your feelings, you can't help it
Nigga look at the ground where real niggas round
I can see through the fake love and fake pounds
I ain't trippin' I don't kick it wit em
Verses they can copy, as long as they got the ticket for it
DZA
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Flight Briefing"
(feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)

"Flight Briefing"
(feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)



[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)

 

[fox69]

"Fly Niggas Do Fly Things"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"Fly Niggas Do Fly Things"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Young Khalifa, man. How fly
We already a quarter pound in on this one
How are you?
Yeah, we killing these blogs!
You already know my nigga
Ain't no turning back now! This shit on smash
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Influenced by the reefer but I'm still positively speaking
Heading down to New Orleans fuck with Spitta for a weekend
Exotic bitches freakin, minks on the rug
I'm living Cliquot dreams, pouring drinks in the tub
One life to live, so I'm a live it up
Like you gotta pay for pussy, nigga
I don't give a fuck. Blowing awesome new threads
Chickens give me new head
One look at my charm, they say I ain't doing too bad!
My palms itching like you did when you rolled in grass
Flick another joint, I'm here but I just hope it lasts
On the beach with my amoebas smoking hella-Zags
Love the life we lead but we just make a toast and laugh
You say another day, I see it as another plane
Another dollar, another reason to ensure the fame
Every city they repping, they know my name
We the Gang, Taylor painted on the wing
[Hook: Curren$y]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Fly niggas do fly things
Take the pictures in the Chevy is the song we sing
Kids looking up to me cause I'm a G
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Would it be cliche to start my verse
Saying something that I always say?
The planes got it, I perfected my roll in the sunset
Aeronautics, I swear on my soul I would never cosign
Some nonsense. Muscle car auction, I just cop it
And then go ride it. Wait for the night to set
Then really pop it and drive it. Bitches run on the side of it
Like those little Jamaican kids who saw that benz with Buns and Ox inside it
Word to Wale, Spitta OT in DC for 4 or 5 days
I got enough J's in my? bag
Smelling like a pound, TSA what they looking at?
Wanna pat me down, came up with nothing cousin
Pull away from ground transportation puffin!
Baking kush berry muffins
Mind on a million, trying to get this shit is puzzling
In the grand scheme of things, where you sit in this discussion?
[Hook: Spitta]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Fly niggas do fly things
Take the pictures in the Chevy is the song we sing
Kids looking up to me cause I'm a G

 

[fox69]

"Fo"

"Fo"


[Hook]
Fo niggas in the low rider
Smoking gas, screamin' jet life when we go past
I’m the one behind the wheel, mind on a mill
Just wonderin' how long will it last
[Verse 1]
Never been a square one from square one
All about that there, K them layers
Counted up away, fans fair
I must say I’m feeli'n quite debonair on this speedin' boat in this night air
Transport this cargo rare
Just recorded these, rappin' like package keys
Higher than the flyin' trapeze
Might give you the roaches when I leave
Closest you getting to smoking like G's
Freeze, it’s AOB
What could you do for me?
Hard on a bitch, but we can’t all do this
Some of you niggas a sip water whip, camera pimps
I’m here to close the lid on all that shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
One foot in, one foot out
I can’t get out, I can’t get in
As the wheel of fortune spin, torturing men
Find my pot of gold, same time lost friends
Sail out with some niggas as my ship came in
Now I’m smooth sailin' and they barely can swim
Try vitola, Testarossa pop up head like showed him
The road was golden and they didn’t know it
Like you gave up when the race was almost over
You could’ve placed and won the trophy but you chose to fold up on it
That’s a luck, I can’t afford to give a fuck
With all these bitches tryin' to get it I’m too busy livin'
To be concerned with suckas who don’t earn
What I earn, you just a threat to yourself, you a learn
As the world turn, the joint burns
Time machine on date of 13’s, I’m the one stuntin'
Sucka scared, better cop some insurance
Niggas in the van on yo block, word to Big Worm
[Hook X2]
[Outro: The Godfather]
[Hyman Roth:]
Make sure that everybody sees the cake before we cut it.
When a man comes to this point in his life, he wants to turn over the things he's been blessed with, turn them over to friends.
As a reward for the friends he's had, and to make sure that everything goes well after he's gone. I want all you to enjoy your cake…

 

[fox69]

"Food 4 Thought"
(feat. Amanda Diva & Mickey Factz)

"Food 4 Thought"
(feat. Amanda Diva & Mickey Factz)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Burn slow like joints of purple
Hot Spitta, jet nigga ya'll know
Roll 84 down bumpy roads
Take Kanye advice: drive slow
Niggas think they tough they not macho
They soft, soggy nachos
That's mine doggie not yo's
Style, gear, ya got it from here
No worries, raps I got plenty to share
I'm on top I did my ground work last year
You could pass go you could pass the ball
But don't pass me the reggie that you're growing in your backyard
Shit might hurt me fuck my raps off
Aurora Borealis blast make me blast off
I came I kicked that shit
Shoulda took my Chris Webber Air Max off
[Hook:]
Come on and take a bite
Of this food for thought
Let it ease your mind
Let it take control
[Verse 2 - Mickey Factz:]
I was born in Roswell
Performed and dropped hell
It's the lyrical Norman Rockwell
And I have to be seen
Call me the king looking for my Alexander McQueen
Mean, I'm giving soul food to protools
That go through your brain waves, you like it don't you?
Don't move, and ya'll won't late
It's John Coultrane with this raw propane
I line 'em up like we on Soul Train
Cause rappers stink like raw Lo Mein
And I paint pictures like Claude Monet
So when you listen to me it's like you snort cocaine
I scored [?]
She heard of me
It's Mick Jordan chillin with Steve Curren$y
Emergency, come talk to a beast
Whose givin' you food for thought
It's all you can eat
PEACE
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Amanda Diva:]
Hot like pepper pot
Sweet like sour sop
West side born
But the spice isle in my heart
Boss like the man Barack
People listen when I talk
Start of the movement
I'm the spark that got the game on lock
Took my spot
I foxed the lot
Didn't see me coming
Bgirl I can pop and lock
But Got them boys running man
Like water they want it and I got it drippin
A lady they buggin if they think they'll be sippin
On this nectar
Next to greatness empress of the rhythm
Rising to the top/ like cream of the crop
I redeem all the little women like Alcott
Give em someone to believe in not a black girl lost
And the table's been set we preparing a feast
Something for the mind spirit and the body
Cookin up the future with these rhymes and beats
So go and get out the kitchen if you can stand the heat

 

[fox69]

"For Her"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"For Her"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Higher than you ever been in your motherfuckin' life nigga
Without even tryin'

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
The game got a grip, never slip
Can tell by the way I got my hands on it
Started at the bottom but now my money is so motherfuckin' tall I can stand on it
Ain't just happened homie I planned on it
You think you better don't just talk 'bout it put some grands on it
Sleep in Cali woke up in France on 'em
Took the life I live chose talk about it now my fans on it
Now is Dior all on my pants homie
Don't know where I'm going my schedule full so I can't call it
So much weed you see all them grams fallin'
Rollin' so much up that my fingers startin' to cramp on me
Hear you talkin' 'bout what I am
On top of that shit you sayin' you gotta say rich as fuck when you mention us
I get a hold of the bombest weed and I twist it up
Them Cadillacs in line out front just to pick us up

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
I woke up to a joint, cartoons and cereal
A coupe with zero miles and oatmeal interior
These chicks diggin' my style
I'm sincerely superior to whatever your doing right now
And whatever your plannin' to get into
I'm just clockin' my miles
On the road to these riches, these hoes wavin' and smilin'
But I don't pay 'em no attention, I'm all about my empire
We [?] trying to get bigger, we multiplying in size
These snakes trying to get with us, they lookin' for the co-sign
But a real nigga don't give a fuck, I'm too busy gettin' high
You can hitch a ride on another truck
Now excuse me as I kiss the sky
Peace signs to baby girl before she try to kiss me bye
She miss me like the sun in her eyes, can't catch a pop fly
Kush castles in the sky
The only hassle is when I smash and go she want to cry
I get dressed she wanna know where I'm going and why
Can't deal with that