Curren$y

[fox69]

"G.A.S."
(feat. TY)

"G.A.S."
(feat. TY)



[Curren$y:]
Getting high with T-Y
My nigga up next
Whole lot of doja
That's my BFF
Started a No Limit soldier
Now I own a jet
Checks on top of checks
Yep I done that for myself
Now my rep is in the room
Before I take a step
Out of this thing
Red Corvette
I'm bakery fresh
I gained major respect
Stunting and snapping necks
I started a company
In my set I invest
Getting high with T-Y
My nigga up next
I told him keep his circle small
You gon' ball for sure
Cars and hoes come and go
Make sure you save your dough
Have a lawyer close
In case you gotta fight them folks
Make sure your jewelry yellow-gold
And stay valuable
Avoid these traps that they set
But still trap to death
Stack it to the sky
A million dollars high
Dollar signs in our eyes
Billion dollar minds
And when they said I'm lucky
Truth tell them
Ain't never lied

[TY:]
And lately I been feeling like a man
Riding round in my own shit
Niggas stealing styles
Need to get they own shit
Made my mama proud
Came home with the grip
Get your head bust
But that's only if you slip
Told lil homie don't you trip
One day you gon hit your lick
Come through shining on these niggas
Pulling on all of these bitches
And we got diamonds that's bigger
Cars with hella work in them
Blue 100s all in my denim
If you don't know I'm that nigga
Smoked the Monte with a bitch
Who love to wear my shit
I had to leave her
Cause she start to make my nerves click
When I'm in that get money mode
It's hard to get me out
Niggas better follow the rules
Or get checked out
I lay my game down
Show them I ain't fucking round
Kept it G the whole time
Now look at me now
Get it through your head
This the corporation that never die
And when we say that we the truth
Just know we never lie

 

[fox69]

"Galaxy"
(feat. Dee Low, Jean Lephare & Wodinsky)

"Galaxy"
(feat. Dee Low, Jean Lephare & Wodinsky)



[Verse 1:]
Uh now why you want to go and do that love?
A pretty thing like you in this wack club
I'm figurin you should tell your friends that your exiting
With spitta, remember the one who rode in your direction
That's him that's me came here one deep
Tryna leave plus one the ship got two seats
I can tell by your size 3 jordan OG's
That your hip to the fly mama where you hide your wings
I'm sure when your out men say strange things
Grabbin ya, shakin ya, breathin stankin ya face n shit
They the pilots for one night relationships
My neihbors rich I just lay back and do spit
Ya hungry? I can check in the fridge
Throw somethin together I can cook a lil bit
Right quick pancakes bacon n cheese grits
She textin her friend like girl this nigga the shit

[Hook x2:]
Welcome to my galaxy
Come and feel my energy
Ain't nothin but space around
And you can be my star
And you could be my star

[Verse 2:]
Uh, let's fly over your home
Higher than 30000 feet pass the ozone
Pass the joint to the nigga with the mild tone
Mama how quick can you put your digits in my cell phone
I switch em like I do my kicks and this is well known
Look how I switch two different girls in the same song
Say its wrong but who do we place the blame on
Games we play because on us they was played on
Dead wrong but don't make it right
And the patron is telling us to call it a night
We tryin fight the urge to splurge and blow purp
Watch revenge of the nerds fuck until we both hurt
Girl our heavy bottomless in the fly society shirt
Doobie in that villa you are not of this earth
The doctor who delivered you witnessed the stars birth
I was here before her but she still came first

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Game For Sale"

"Game For Sale"


More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
Always another way for us to get the mail
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
My ways grew in the naps I let my mill stack
Spice 1 taught me that, I learned that from his raps
Bitches be like 'round what time you think you coming back'
Let me stack another mill, we can fuck and take a power nap
After that I'm scratching back to where the cash is
I gots to have it, collecting Chevrolet classics is a habit
But long as I keep counting cabbage if I want I can grab it
Save it, stash it, bring it all one night and stop the traffic
Medusa coupe, haters turning stone stuck looking at it
Legend Of Harvard Blue
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
Always another way for us to get the mail
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
We do this everyday, got that game for sale
More cash for the safe
More dope for the scale

 

[fox69]

"Game On Freeze"

"Game On Freeze"


It's exactly 4:20 P.M. too
Niggas probably thought that's the beginning bars but they not
Mo' paper, mo' haters, that's a known fact
That's why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position 'cause stardom make you a target
They starvin' in my city
But I'm slidin' in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God's grace, no enemies made it through
Gettin' high behind them gates
'Bout to install a fountain in the livin' room
I'm higher than the moon
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it's nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
I'm high beneath these palm trees (these palm trees)
'Bout to take over Wall Street (Wall Street)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, game on freeze)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it's nothin' to me (nothin' to me)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
New studio built, fully equipped
I'm up in here 'round the clock wrappin' bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami's
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I'm always low ridin'
Bitches like to see Gs, hit switches
My life is excitin', my life is enticin'
Feds buildin' dossiers and files about me (files about me)
But I'm straight, you know my paper got me
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life

 

[fox69]

"Game Tapes"

"Game Tapes"


We can handle this like Neanderthals
Or we can get into some player shit
(Jet Life)
Me and my dogs mashin', in a lowrider
Like four desperados, in a covered wagon
Wild, wild West fashion
Nigga, this here is that jet landin'
On uncharted grounds, nigga, finna plant my flag in this bitch
Ownership; rap money buyin' homes
Opening stores; add to it, multiply, hustle more
What else you think you livin' for?
The game is raw; show your young ones how to ball
Before they run the town, they gotta walk the walk
Avoid the chalk, the yellow tape, the morgue at all costs
Cause niggas'll certainly try to take you off to be the boss
They lost; I been found that out
Think how heated Black was on the couch
At the basement of Bundy's grandma's house
... Game tapes
Uh, still can't look when Rico killed Mitch
Everyday in the city, you hear the same shit
All you can do is trust a few
Stay alert for the weak links in your crew
That shit'll get you hurt or worse
Shit real; don't say that I ain't warn you first
... Game tapes, Game Tapes
They gotta walk the walk
Avoid the chalk, the yellow tape, the morgue at all costs
Cause niggas'll certainly try to take you off to be the boss
They lost; I been found that out
Think how heated Black was on the couch
At the basement of Bundy's grandma's house
... Game tapes

 

[fox69]

"Gangstaz"
(with Tiny C Style)

"Gangstaz"
(with Tiny C Style)



[Curren$y:]
Four wheelers at the compound, watching the sun go down
High top, my money mount
Pitch like Craigh through that brick crack
Deebo in this shit like
Toss me a alley I'm a dunk that bitch
I fucked on her, tho I didn't really want that bitch
See her due to haters, so I had to take her
I can't allow mistakes to be making with my paper
Because the game major, shuffle like a disc changer
Bangers, smokers, drinkers at the plane hangar
I maintain my vices, yeah tho I flirt with danger
I'm all about my money, I'm not no skirt chaser
Them hoes is still be around later, waiting on the real player
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go round
Gangsters make the world go
Gangsters make the world go
Gangsters make the
[Tiny C Style:]
Paddle to the medal, moving like I'm sposed to
Getting rich off the streets and pro tools
Riding new but damn I love them oldschools
Streets fucked up, damn I miss them old rules
False flagging, niggas fronting like they g'd up
That's why they double salute, when they see us
Keep it gangster 'til I go
Silent like a marble floor
Want me in your city, then book me for a show
Living lavish and flashy like a gangster supposed
Draped in diamonds and gold, wearing the finest of clothes
Long Beach, City of God
Bossin' up like the mob
At the crab tables in Vegas, I'm with the gang going hard
Gangster life 'til its over, Bentleys, Benzes and Rovers
You now tuned into the coldest
Come baby fuck with the owner
19, 000 or nothing, you disagree then we coming
Gangsters bitch, we make the world go round, don't you forget it dummy

 

[fox69]

"Get Down"

"Get Down"


[Chorus x2:]
Drugs for you ears
You've been alive, just wasn't aware
But now you have to get down
And we're so happy to have you, have to get down

I wrote a million dollar verse on a napkin
While awaiting my baked Alaska
Couple shots before and after the meal
But not too much liquor to handle
Swear I got this audio dope mastered by engineers
Professors who receive masters, it's degrees
Certain things you must achieve 'fore you ask it be allowed
All inside store the pow-wow
So include it in the private cloud cause this game sorta got my spirits down
I need my baddest bitch and my realest niggas and a couple pounds
Years later, Pilot Talk III finally being wrote now
So tell them culture vultures where to stick it
Tell them stuffed suits to up them digits
We drug dealing, musical terrorism
Underground faction existing
So you don't have to accept that bullshit they giving you to listen

[Chorus x2]

A G is what I am, a jet is who I be
You know what I smoke anywhere I go
All access, never it locked though
Spitta got the key to the globe, well travelled
I done lost more passports than you done took trips lil daddy
Let's congratulate less on the purchase of his Caddy
Strolling in the booth with a freshly lit fatty
Now raw packages so I had to zig-zag it
Like I did back when, ain't nothin' changed but the addresses
New crib but I kept my old door mat
Remind yourself where you came from, you could go back
You've been told that, buss em, know that
Cause they've been show that
Learn the hallway, dead in the hallway
Or cuffed and stuck sitting in the back of them cars mayne
When you could have been a star mayne, shit raw mayne
I want you to have it all, big crib, big car
Have your cake and eat it, every motherfuckin' piece
With the icing that you like
La-la-da-da-la-la-la-la, like

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Get it Ya Self"
(feat. Dee Low)

"Get it Ya Self"
(feat. Dee Low)



[Intro:]
I said fool, I drop them bomb-ass tapes
[Hook - Dee Low:]
To all my people on the right, you gotta get it ya self
To all my people on the left, go and get it ya self
To all my people in the middle, go and get it ya self
Man, you better get you cause everybody for self (for self)
[Verse 1:]
Spitta, nigga, I do the music if you didn't know
Live from New Orleans, I host a show on [?]
Niggas just waking up, they never heard of him before
Good morning, here's a mixtape and an espresso
Hey ho, let's go, I listen to the Ramones all the way home
Flowmasters on the [?] performance cones
Let you know who riding up the block, Curren$y currently
Got the stock rising, niggas cannot front on he, he got G's behind him
Let my girl drive, I'm passenger side reclining
So low, top's off, I thought she was driving solo
While I'm smoking a doobie, I swear my life is a movie
I swear my life is my music, I swear my life is a movement
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I get it in like clowns in a Volkswagen
Paint it funny with the tailpipe dragging
Niggas asking mad questions "Spitta, what happen?
We thought you had an album coming after Where Da Cash At?"
I was laid back planning on receiving ass cap
Counted on before they heads, I fucked around and let 'em crack
Had to get another batch, way more careful
This time I'm gonna stash 'em, instead of carrying 'em
Looking for Spitta, I'm out in Cali with the [?]
Tally up the price, I'll have two of everything that's nice
Gotta the cool Corvette Z06 Arctic White, got the laces
On my shoes tied tight, alright like the hand that I wrote this with
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
And so uh, and so I go, the flow so dope, I got 'em hooked
Like I cast fishing line from a boat, live as kings dead long time ago
When the cribs was castles and they had drawbridges and moats
The people rode horses, I rode horses
600 of 'em in the back of this Porsche
Miss, didn't miss a beat, never met a beat that I couldn't beat
Never met a freak that I couldn't skeet, I'm a capital G, I did it all for me
Real niggas and bitches applaud, I work, I go hard, I put all my shows off
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Get Paid"
(feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)

"Get Paid"
(feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)



Yeah, Jet Life
Jet Set none the less
Uh huh
[Verse 1: Trademark da Skydiver]
I'm talking oceans in the back
Front reserved for Porsche's
Highed up, focused on my fortunes
A real G I'm try'na ball
I want it all, fuck a portion
Money in my pockets more stacks than a fortress
Up early everyday I'm try'na flip
I need more of it
Gotta get it now
Will I see tomorrow I ain't sure of it
Overdue, it's bout that time
I deserve a lick
I'm try'na see something slick
I really came form nothing though
Still I stand tall
Pockets thick fitted sittin low
Twisting with my chick out the man in front of getting gold
She ain't a gold digger but love her Daddy get this dough
Real nigga's hear it in my words
Plus my actions show
Nothing less I'm a jet so I'm sendin threats
To these suckers hating on my name cause I'm next
Protected by the planes
JLR, family crest
Mama fall back form them lames and fly with the best
[Chorus:]
Yeahh
Get paid, get paid
Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Never underestimate the other guys greed
Game given from a snake indeed
I still take heat
Keep the force with you stuck adhesive
Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it
Baby girl we the people
We lose them dudes
Your homegirl and them cool
We making moves like when throwback rap albums had in to lose
We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie to bring them instrumentals through
Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars
I did it partner
Too much of a scholar
To ever live in squalor
Scissors beat paper unless we talking bout them paper dollars
I'm in there like I live there
What took you so long baby girl
I been here
Try'na lose your man he a square huh
I don't even know if it's fair ma
Fuck it though you livin in the same I'm in
Dirty money makers spend
[Chorus:]
Yeahh
Get paid, get paid
Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
I hustle hard till I'm dead
I'm never locked behind bars
I'm jet member we live by a different set of laws
Roddy trap hard ain't no time for fuckin off
It's a scary game but I'm not scared
Not at all
I'm hoping that this high don't ever come down and fall
Cause some days where we know we way tougher than them all
Still spitting these trill bars free of charge
And them niggas don't give a fuck they cold hearted
That's cold blooded
Specially in New Orleans
Just try'na make it out this maze that I've been lost in
I rep my set from the stage to the coffin
School of hard knocks I learn to read between the margin
But real shit so many problems I deal with
And I thank God for Mary Jane that good piff
But I won't quit stackin my bread counting my chips
I double count my paper and then I dip
Jets fool
I bet I do
[Chorus:]
Yeahh
Get paid, get paid
Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Get To It"

"Get To It"


Yeah
Yeah
Trying to get a helipad on top of this bitch
Hustling a long time

Bentleys out side the villas
Rose petals on the sheets
Mints on the pillows
Baby smoked out
Dancing in the mirror
Trying to draw me nearer
But I got paper love
I can't make it any clearer love
I can't make it no realer
Than the ceiling that I get from depositing millions
I love thumbing through them Benjis
Getting head on the beach
In the drop top Rolls couldn't match the feeling so
Please excuse me if I keep it moving
I know them big licks just ain't gon' come to me
So I'm on the hunt
Some people think I'm tripping, think I'm on one
This is the mentality, brutality of New Orleans
Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
Yeah
Yeah
Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
Its enough loot and bitches in this world for all of us
Lil homie you gotta think larger, broader
Crabs in a bucket they kill you before you touch it
That fucking money, them haters don't want to see you get none
They want you on the porch right next to them
Can't entertain these bums get on your money
Bro you'll turn into a skeleton just waiting for that bread to come
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper

Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Get up and get to the paper
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Get up and get to the