Curren$y

[fox69]

"Gettin' Money"
(feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)

"Gettin' Money"
(feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)



[Hook x2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin'
Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley
And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me
Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city

[Verse 1 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
You on a flight with Curren$y and Da Skydiver now throw the peace sign to the pilot
Free-fall from 60, 000 without no 'shute, but it's cool, we gone guide you straight to the bottom
Yeah mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' flyness
Me and lil' Spitta hoppin' out that Maybach coupe, land-lovers thinkin' it's a problem
Stupid when it come down my dollars, you little chickens get nada, not even Prada
The only thing I'm upping is some bubble gum and dick for you to swallow
And where I go lil' mama wanna follow, somewhere on a island, no it ain't Hawaii, nor the Bahamas
So ducked off GPS couldn't find me, know I spit fire, no need to remind me
Spitta [?] like it ain't no problem, pop that clip like a gangsta mobster
I love that cheese, I need that mozzarella fella I don't know no better
Touch my swiss you get wet up, eat that beef like it came with lettuce
We fuckin' these freaks because they let us
Niggas hatin' on on my clique but we gettin' that cheddar

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Ten grand Gucci sweat pants, white tee, Nike headband
Dressed like it's 1999 but the coupe so up to date man
Blew the roof on the interstate
The cops tried to chase so they can check my plates
Used all the muscle in that V8 cause I know my shit ain't up to date
But anyway, these hoes already know the deal when they see my face
"Where you gone be when I leave? My car gotta empty seat"
Do you smoke? Got some weed
Bitch you pop? Got some E
No I don't fuck with the shit but my niggas distribute it so I can get it for free
Shorty you need to be fuckin' with me, look at the nigga you be with now
Then take a look at a G, that's a big difference huh?

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Gifts"
(feat. Smoke DZA)

"Gifts"
(feat. Smoke DZA)



[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Bosses is how we prone to think
Communicate with killers via core links
Some of my niggas went from the corner to the coroner
I made it out, luxury bust, tourin' love, right
Feelin' better than head on the wake up
Roll me up a bomber like it’s great stuff
Won a couple dollars of the next verse
Pacers as I’m ranged up
Already in better days than Ice Cube had
That’s word to Terrence Howard, durag
All my life I’ve been a cool cat (word)
I bought the seven and some Ewings
You lookin bad in that bullshit you in
I speak ebonics and Ben Franklin fluent
Every boss once was the best student
Been hustler since the true one
I’m a top ten nigga, L7
You a fuckin square nigga, we could never square it wit ya
DZA

[Hook]
Bring in the music
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
It’s my gift to you

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yea bitch
They gotta weigh it on a scale they weigh the wales with
With one sniff I make a german sheppard back flip
3 small gold chains, 2 pinky rings
And one big fuckin' dream to own all this
Empire under construction
Hard hats zone, work going on
Hazardous habits has me hustling but fuck it holmes
Master this grab but as the cash stacks
Bitches is going bad for that
Put you on light socks, put you on like my watch
Put you up like a poster
Lucky motherfuckers getting ganged from the cultures and didn’t even know it
The last Don poets
Who never sold they souls and still in motion
Breaking that do’ in
And you silly motherfuckers thought it’s just bout smoking
Shit

[Hook]
Bring in the music
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
It’s my gift to you
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
Bring in the music
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
It’s my gift to you

[Outro]
We sing a song
Especially for you

 

[fox69]

"Godfather 4"
(feat. Action Bronson)

"Godfather 4"
(feat. Action Bronson)



[Intro: Curren$y]
(Fatality, fatality)
Drive-In Theatre
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Before the curtains drawn, we was getting it on
'til day turn dark and dusk becomes dawn
Wiping my cars off, putting my jewels on
My pinkie ring show and prove who's the true Don
We making moves that make the news
They tryna make movies about it, but we ain't even stop yet
This hustle still in progress due to do process
Coupes like jets, fly through sets
Bulging pockets on my sweats from collecting side bets
Nigga I rap like I can't drive, ho, so buckle your belts
Technology stealth, quality reputation intact
Cause I kept it so trill with myself
And the streets never fronted, everything one hunnit
A couple haters hating but fuck it you gotta love it
Make sure all the bases covered, every slice of bread buttered
Keep the safe flooded, easy bake oven, cakes coming
Pretty bitch who know what's up but won't say nothing
Keep the boat afloat, loose lips
Get your feet tied to the bricks, facetime with the fish
This is Godfather 4, shit sick like swine flu
Sore throat, runny eyes, bloody nose
Coke loads tossed from the boat
Frog man bring it in, operation battle toad
Code name, cold game, Coltrane in my Ghost, let me roll
[Hook]
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Ceiling solid gold, Italian marble floors
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Godfather 4, Godfather 4
The topic major dough behind closed doors
Suckas will never know, Godfather 4
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yeah, it's me, 2 tons of copper wire from construction sites
A rack of minks, pure gold Iraqi links
Tangled in my taco meat, I bought my son's team
Soccer cleats, elevated visions from the chopper seat
Rims spin just like spaghetti on the pasta fork
Billy Crystal kissed my cheek before the Oscars
He said "It was my pleasure," I said "Don't touch my leather"
Then I hopped a flight to Denver, later that night
They taking pictures from the van outside the carnival
See me doing business with the manager of Arsenal
The goalie's fingers in the box with the cannolis
It's Christmas time, I bought the Kobes for the little homies
Pictures with the jockey in the winners circle
Triple crown on, all brown on
Suddenly my frown's gone, Dog Pound Don
Quarter-pounder with no sound on, cleaner than Calgon
Ah man, Godfather 4, Godfather 4
Johnny gotta go, Johnny gotta go
Fly Larry in at 2 and then he's gone by 4
Cause Johnny's gotta go, it's Godfather 4

 

[fox69]

"Gold"

"Gold"


[Verse 1:]
More cash than she's seen in her life
Watch me make that twice, times that
Back of that tour bus banging 56 Nights
Her Future looking bright, show money nice
This show quality ice
I met her this evening
I could probably cut tonight
Studio for 10, make it before then
And we can get one in
Got to be a quicky though
Because you know I got the wife with me
And I don't need her on TMZ trying to hit me
Leveled up high class sluts trying to fuck with me
Saying she just want to get high
She a motherfucking lie
She just trying to be seen
Whenever I hit the scene
Hoping my designer home boys keep her fly
Privileges that you get for kicking in
With the realest niggas who in the biz
We is that shit, stay G and got rich
I never switch, never even considered it
Legitimately down for my niggas bitch
Land Rover the syndicate, all train
Killing shit, smacked the game up
Pistol whipped that hoe
[Hook:]
Money rolls, cars and clothes
This fast cash, it comes and goes
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Money rolls, cars and clothes
This fast cash, it comes and goes
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Makes sense till your further on down the road
Makes sense till your further on down the road
[Verse 2:]
Truth's revealed, lies get exposed
For this lifestyle I was chose
I was designed, I was built
And then I broke my own mold
Grind more, the only one I know
Hustling this music as if it were dope
A price quote from what I just wrote
Seran all over, kilo grams straight from the boat
I am the man, G code
I'm the road top class graduate [?]
Congratulate your dog, cause your dog cold
Baby I'm chilling, seven dobbies in my robe
Supreme clientele, zipping to a meeting in my ghost
Trust folk to be underground successful
Trying to situate yourself but your peeps need help to
You got to get it out the mud fool
Who else but you, what else is you supposed to do?
[Hook:]
Money rolls, cars and clothes
This fast cash, it comes and goes
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Money rolls, cars and clothes
This fast cash, it comes and goes
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Makes sense till your further on down the road
[Outro:]
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Makes sense till your further on down the road
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Makes sense till your further on down the road
Money rolls, cars and clothes
This fast cash, it comes and goes
Everything that glitter really ain't gold
Money rolls, cars and clothes
This fast cash, it comes and goes
Yea, yea, yea, yea

 

[fox69]

"Good Cop Bad Cop"

"Good Cop Bad Cop"


What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pattin' us down
Blue lights turn the lights out
Bad cop
'Bout an hour up the road from my New Orleans blocks
But all around the world they heard them shots
Said he was trying to pull somethin out
But no man deserved what he got
I've seen folks fight police and get away with more
What was the use of that deadly force based on?
Was it because he weighed more?
Was it the pressure from your job?
You wish you was gettin' paid more?
I wish life was like a dry erase board...
We could erase, and draw pictures of happier days before
But it's another bro we gotta dig a grave for
People block the interstate tryn'a devote a race war
Stoppin' traffic, cause a reaction
Street G's want a dialogue with the police captain
I'm just rollin' tryn'a stay focused
Hopin' they don't pull us over and smoke us
I heard it's cold in Minnesota
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red 'n blue might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
And see, I know a few cool police
I can't knock 'em
Errbody need a job bruh
But I'm watchful cause
Some of them muhfuckers not your partners bruh
They pull you over and approach you hella hostile bruh
Speaking on it prob'ly gimme hella problems but
Spitta don't trip because God got him
See this one time I was slidin' through Baton Rouge
Cop pulled us over
They wadn't lovin' my weed fumes
Put us in the grass
Handcuffs, two by two
And then they offered bullet holes to me and my crew
Towed the truck away
We walked to the stage
We had a good time anyway and got paid
We was lucky that night, but who's to say
I ain't gon' talk that way
Makes my Momma nervous
She be worryin'
From hearin' all them horror stories
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red and blues might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Pullin' guns out for a traffic stop
Good cop, bad cop
What you gon' do if they come for you?
Red and blues might turn your lights out
Good cop, bad cop

 

[fox69]

"Got Damn"
(with Cornerboy P)

"Got Damn"
(with Cornerboy P)



[Curren$y:]
Let me smoke one with my dog
Right on Flake Street
Fendi P, Corner Boy P
What you call him
[Corner Boy P:]
Oh shit, oh shit
Bitch you know that's Corner Boy
These hoes, ain't fucking you, cause you a broke boy
Big wheels, riding with a Barbie, in a Tonka truck
Nerf gun, on my lap and no, this is not a toy
Oh shit, I think I'm facing time, shit got me paranoid
Boost Mobile clicking, niggas say he 'bout to [?]
Push the bitch face out my lap, I got to make a play
Ándale, honestly I pray to trap another day
God damn, I went through them bands, I mean like God damn
Blowin' gas, all in the air, no I don't fuck with squares
Got damn, put them bands on him, get that nigga murked
His homies ain't gon' do shit for him, but put him on a shirt
God damn, I'm balling, and you hating, that's so pussy
You a pussy, hating on your dog, for pussy, fucking pussy
Always pull your gun and never fucking shoot it
(Never shoot it)
I'm a real Eastside nigga, you can't overlook me
Bring me $4, 500, you could get a P
Don't tell me 'bout no Cali prices, Cali far from here
I'm in the club, with a stick of dope behind my ear
Play legendary, fuck around gon' let it go in here
I came up with some niggas, they feel just like me
Your bitch DM said she just wanna put her mouth on me
It's Jet Life, I'm getting money, I flip twice a week
I'm talking Audi G, Beamer G
My scale on me, that's major key
She give me top, my candle lit
I swerve the car, can't handle it
These broke boy's don't want no smoke
I split that nigga cantaloupe
I got bands around the dough
I got first dibs on your hoe
Just served her a
They knocking at my momma door
I blacked out in the booth
Don't fucking ask why Spitta signed me fo'

 

[fox69]

"Got It"

"Got It"


They look up to the...
Fuck boys wonderin...
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
[Verse 1:]
Incinerate the streets
The moment that my size 7 Bapes graze concrete
Every step I take bring me closer to the roaster in the villa
Wakin up to chilled mimosas
I do it how a real nigga supposed to
I obligated myself in '02
When I seen Soulja Slim bring that lac truck through
I'm the truth these niggas is daffy
Duck ass niggas keep quackin
But I can't hear ya I got a sound proof cabin
Roll down my window just to pitch out yo wack ass album
I got you hot on the street... literally
I'm like yo promo team my lolo green
10 switches in the button for james bond smoke screen
I'm a hard act to follow
Niggas need luck better rub that log at the apollo
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
And you can't do a thang about it
Bitches know the planes go it
Bitches know the planes go it
And that ain't gone change I'm sorry
[Verse 2:]
I'm so sick with it one listen
Might have niggas coughing n sniffling
My pockets is fatter than peter griffin
Green in em like my rollin papers
Had a couple niggas round me that I know was haters
Gave em enough rope to hang themselves that's how I played em
Broke they own necks you see they body swayin
From the ceilings n they mental prisons
Closed minds wasn't open to the fly living
Soon they understand that they never stand over my niggas
Tabulate the statistics
Congratulate the victors
We leave lames as air strike victims
I'm on my shit
These karate carbon copy jockin my kicks
I'm at work in my play clothes
Louis luggage on the racks of the range rove
Murder on the beat cased closed

 

[fox69]

"Greeting"

"Greeting"


First thing I want to say is free the homie C-Style
Then I want to say thank you to each and every one of y'all for coming out
Checking out this - this audio lookbook I wanna lay out for y'all this evening
Yea, The Spring Collection
Couple different styles
Couple things you know, little prelude of what's to come
Gon' get your rolling trays or whatever you need
Put your cell phones on Do Not Disturb
We gon' bend a few corners
Might stop and holla at a few of the homies or whatever

 

[fox69]

"Grew Up In This"
(feat. Freddie Gibbs & Young Roddy)

"Grew Up In This"
(feat. Freddie Gibbs & Young Roddy)



[Curren$y]
Life a movie, who directin yo shit?
That’s low budget, mine’s a Tarantino flic
Block buster, I do my own stunts in this bitch
Shout out to Stunna, New Orleans niggas up in this shit
No frontin, all my niggas really wit it
Full frontline hustling, rappin got me on the two
My homies been on TV for that other shit
News at 6, nigga, grizzly discover it
Body seems local, let the dog team recover it
They can’t release his name til they notify the family
While the killer getting dressed for the club like ain’t nothing happened

[Hook]
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
Grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit

It’s that 31st shit right’chea my nigga
Uh

[Young Roddy]
Aye fuck a bitch, I’d rather keep a burner by my side
I’m from the south side, that’s just how we ride
My man got shot, that shit slowed em down
My nigga even turned muslim, now he pray to Alah
My nigga don’t eat no pork but still smoke that pine
So every time he see me he like light that fire
And meanwhile I’m tryina get us off this hot ass block
We just two peas in a pod tryin to get a peace of mind
Bang bang, that’s the shit I heard like all of the time
I’m talkin every day have fiends fallin in line
Today could be my last day but that’s all part of the grind
But that ain’t part of my plan, I plan to stay on my job
I had to get it since I wasn’t born wit it
I see the big pic, I’m thinkin long term nigga
But they had drugs in that bitch, I grew up on that shit
Guess I’m made for that shit, I got paid off that shit

[Hook]
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
Grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit

Gangsta Gibbs baby
Gangsta Gibbs baby

[Freddie Gibbs]
Uh yeah yeah
I drive every car that you dream about
And every bitch that you wishin for leave her leakin out
Fresh out of that place like they scared to see what they read about
It ain’t no sleep on Virginia street when them niggas outside
Walk servin the walkin dead
Gotta meet me up the block cus my mama stay on my head
Tellin me to go get a job but I’m choppin the rock instead
If I make it up to the top will I pop and jump off the ledge?
Confessions of Gangsta Gibbs nigga, thug life
I’d trade this shit for wife and kids nigga
Real nigga, fuck surviving, I wanna live nigga
Act a fool, I make him go night night
And catch a flight to Chi, blow some dope with my nigga Mike Mike
Bitch, I’m stuck in this shit, a million dollars up in this bitch
I made my name stay in them cluckers and shit
And yea the streets of Gary raised me but the west coast paid me
You pussy niggas get home safely

[Hook]
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit
I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit
You too pussy to fuck with this shit
But I’m in love with this shit

[Outro: The Godfather]
[Michael Corleone:]
They want to have a meeting with me, right? Let’s set the meeting.
Get our informants to find out where it’s going to be held.
They’re going to search me when I first meet them, right?
So I can’t have a weapon on me then.
But if Clemenza can figure a way to have a weapon planted there for me, then I’ll kill them both

 

[fox69]

"Grizzly"
(feat. Curren$y & Young Roddy)

"Grizzly"
(feat. Curren$y & Young Roddy)



[Verse 1 - Young Roddy:]
Guess who's bizack, bitch
You can smell the blow in my clothes - I relapse, bitch
This one for my homies who been trappin' in that trap, bitch
Who tryin' to go get it, push that pedal to the mat, bitch
But if it's 'bout some business tell 'em hit me on my jack
I'm self-made man I never had to piggyback
Like Paul Pierce, I'm the truth, no lyin' in these raps
Use Good Sense bags to bag this audio crack
Real nigga, with my brother I spit my last
True stoner, every moment, smokin' on that gas
Success all in my pathway, I got them haters mad
I'm only catchin' flights, they catchin' feelings mad fast
So bitch ass niggas probably talk behind my back
Gold diggin' bitches tryin' to get keys to my pad
Sorry, never that, nice try, but never that, ho
Tryin' not to make a sound, creepin' out that back, doe, piss po'
But I got my eye on a milli
Twistin' up that killer got my fingertips sticky
I thought this chick was with me, tryin' to stick my for my chippies
Always had a feelin' she was tryin' to catch my slippin'
I guess she on her grizzly too

[Hook x2:]
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Fat ass, pretty face, shorty, she a killer
Damn, I guess she on her grizzly too

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
One for the money, two for the bitches
Can't knock the hustle, cause mama on her grizzly
If them niggas fall for it, then she pick up them Benjis
Niggas'll support her, escort her through them corridors
It ain't nothin' but Gs, feel the aura, ho
To a captain save-a, my set is a horror show
Hold tight behavior, corrected, whenever the real step in
Swear she got that pimp scent off me
That the smell of that money and that killer in the car with me
Bitches callin' me daddy, got me feelin' quite fatherly
A boss in these streets
Checkin' my financial gains quarterly
Profit margins increase largely
Smart ass bitches is on me
Aware of my growth, my net, my gain but I reverse that
I'm at your throat bitch, this game
Oh, you on your grind? I'm double time on mine
Check that

[Hook x2]