Curren$y

[fox69]

"How High"
(feat. Lloyd)

"How High"
(feat. Lloyd)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
First off, don't be asking questions
You gon ride, you gon ride, just accept your blessings
Second's that watch how you flick your ashes
If you can't handle this gas I ain't about to pass it
It's a present to be in the presence
Every moment is precious, baby let us cherish this
Say what you feel mama, you ain't gotta be embarrassed
Your eyes don't lie, I see how bad you want to let me have it
All evening we been smoking green and laughing
She, say my sense of humor wild attractive
My diamonds dancing in that street light traffic
I think it might be that
She said it ain't cause I rap, but I think all that's a trap
Still a fact we gon bust moves
Get stoned, have a Krush Groove
Play some fuck tunes, then she'll fuck too
Shower up, smoke a few I'm back in the coupe
[Hook - Lloyd:]
Baby only if the pussy tight
Can you spend the night
So promise if you spend the night
We gon do all the things you like
For sure you might, girl I wanna know
Just how high do you wanna go
So girl don't be difficult
Just roll it, light it, please don't fight it
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
My 84 Caprice on chrome Zens
Hitting switches front end out the arena
She from New Orleans like me
Said she ain't never seen me
I've been rapping and traveling
My cousins in Cali been handling them
Parked the 'rado, then I'm off in that Benz wagon
Like a Miami vice dope deal when we throw them bags in
Monogram taggin' Louis Vuitton, Gucci's on, Goyard
Oh lord, they put some real niggas on
She look like Lisa Lisa, I'm gon take her home
Well not my actual house, you know what I'm talking 'bout
We gotta work up to all that, see if you really down
Summertime we throw free parties, represent my town
My crew G's, you stay cool and I'm gon bring you 'round
Play your part you gon earn a crown
Diamonds yellow and the liquor brown
Shots, shots till she going down, till she going
[Hook - Lloyd:]
Baby only if the pussy tight
Can you spend the night
So promise if you spend the night
We gon do all the things you like
For sure you might, girl I wanna know
Just how high do you wanna go
So girl don't be difficult
Just roll it, light it, please don't fight it

 

[fox69]

"Hustlers"

"Hustlers"


Uh
Got the 96 Impala squatting on them Forgiatos
Right outside my niggas watchin' out
The block hotter than a coffee pot
Can't even get the pizza man to pull up 'round here
But this my partnas spot
He got paper but he say he don't wan' move out
So I visit him every time I'm in town
We smoked an ounce and a half down
Then I scratched off in my ride
Headed to that downtown high rise
I'm underground so I don't get that mainstream shine
And my people complaining about it all the time
I send 'em pictures of that Rolls Royce and my Ferrari let 'em know that I'm doing fine

We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride
We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride

You waitin' on a Lyft I'm sliding in the Six
AMG with the crash board shit I done drove every car
What's next on the list?
A warehouse to put more in I keep recording and touring
Merchandise money pouring all in the pot
We gon' eat so good this morning
Look at all this gold I got
Diamond Rollie wrist frozen
Put my sleeve over this bitch its still showing
Stunting on 'em without even tryin'
I just took a sip of my water and I'm blinding 'em
Shouldn't have been watching so close
Evil eyeing 'em, excuse me I'm highed up
Painting pictures with my mind again
Writing movie scripts with my rhyming pen

On time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride
We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride
None of them niggas gon' ride
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
Them niggas ain't get like us

We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride
We get paper on time
Nothing but hustlers on mine
Keep that hoe shit on yo' side
None of them niggas gon' ride

 

[fox69]

"I Can't Go Back"
(feat. Juvenile)

"I Can't Go Back"
(feat. Juvenile)



[Intro - Curren$y:]
Goddamn right
Man this good here
You think it's happening right now?
You think it's happening right now?
I'm wondering if we should even smoke this one
Cause I don't think my throat can handle it
I might just have to keep this mothafucka myself
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Slid through like bacon grease on my shoes
Coupe brand new
Old hoe sit chickenhead, bitch caught the bird flu
Holiday wreath on my New Year's Wraith
Niggas can't take, so they hate
My dogs say
One of them pussy ass niggas might reach one day
So he wait, in case he gotta blow one of the niggas away
Damn, I'm just tryna stack my cake, man
Why don't you do the same?
Talkin' down on the ones comin' up, oh that's so lame
You should be ashamed, I'm sayin'
Get up, get out, get it
Don't be mad when you see me with it
Ask me how I did it, I'm a real nigga, chop game with you
All about them digital digits
More cash than we could ever stash
Burn it all down like some OG hash, yeah
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
[Verse 2 - Juvenile:]
I bet I get my money right, wrongdoin' every night
Walk through that dark tunnel, it's my time to see the light
And I don't follow protocol, I don't be actin' like I might
Wipe tears from my girl's eyes for the last time
Baby I'm about to blow up like a landmine
They was hidin' the plug from me, now we got the same lines
Smokin' binds from the hills of California
Nothin' like that garbage niggas sell on every corner that you buy from
When I finish stuntin' it's your turn
It's about how much you earn
That should be your number one concern, woadie
And there really ain't no guidelines
You should be writin' your own book
Like me cause I don't rock with these youngsters
I got my own look
Opinions' just like assholes: everybody got 'em
And I hate when niggas make their problems everybody's problems
Nigga tellin' me like I'm a really care about his problems
All I care about is how big is my share for tomorrow
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right
Plottin' on another one
Still countin' up from the last heist
Rainy day for sure to come
When it do I bet I have my fuckin' money right

 

[fox69]

"I Did It Myself"

"I Did It Myself"


New Orleans everyday all right [x3]
Cause they show love when I did it myself
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, park the car open the door slide my feet out
Sneak another pull in before I put the weed out
You know what I be bout Nike head but I own a couple pairs of Reeboks
Throwback, it's the Pump fury, now if it would please the jury
May I present the evidence that Spitter is hotter than whoever?
I call em common critters, I do not consider them competitors
I put em on ice like I'm dressing my bezel up
My bitch told me "Baby I think they scared of you"
I use they necks to build a ladder I step up
Sucka ass niggas thought they had me I crept up, and that's where they messed up
Don't e-mail or send a text message, if you wasn't around when a nigga was stressing
Talk your ass off but you can't lock my blessing
Every hurdle that I crossed I was learning a lesson
Putting off for my city like Jeezy and Kanye
My future so bright I limo tinted my shades
Helicopter shades fucking up my girls hairdo
Helipad on a Superdome roof yeah
New Orleans everyday all right
Cause they show love when I did it myself
[Verse 2:]
Uh, the hottest nigga in the street
You ain't gotta ask boss, 17 chevys
With my label advance cooler Hot Wheels off with my frosty hands them haters getting sick of you man
Bitches wanna save the last dance, I'm cool
My home boy Mel gave me these shoes, you crazy? won't fuck up these spikes for you baby
Plus these the red black and green ones, the mean ones I was watching MTV when I first seen them
Niggas ain't similar to the Hot Spitter or the way I sling these syllables
Fuck around with him and your condition will be critical
Jive ass niggas who talk that shit about the crew
Til I come around then they hit me with "What's happening fool?"
Get lost off a short cliff take a walk
Number crunch ball park figures
Bout to buy a major league ballpark nigga
I do it for my city cause my city made me realer
Curren$y da Hot Spitta if you know somebody sicka you better call the bioteam to quarantine that nigga

 

[fox69]

"I Don't Fucks With Em"

"I Don't Fucks With Em"


[Curren$y:]
Uh yea,
Grand national regal speeder,
Americanoo magazine readers,
Peep me in the fashion feature,
My name spitta nice to meet ya,
Wuts yo name, that's pretty I get you to the crib for I forget it
We kick it for a minute,
But I'll kick ya out if I feel you tryna know to much of my business baby so chill out,
Oxymoronic,
Go to the sauna to cool out,
We blow chronic in the pool house wut you know about it,
Chevy "F" body cameros,
Louisiana license plate we park em on melrose,
New york pad pop california spot next,
But I guess I play the telly for the mean in between mr clean kicks,
Spent a couple "G's" in supreme,
Paintins on my walls autographed jearseys and some flat screens,
Smoove could dive in the water without splashin,
Have you ever seen a shark with some wings,
Word to these jordon 12,
I'm in a taxi talkin to tidy B on the cell business as usual,
Treacherous industry the musical,
Heavy form in the game will do it to you but I keep it reduced to bud crumbs,
Under my cuticles,
Flippin on who ever guererro juventud wcw rappers,
This shit trill and ya'll playin,
But that's expected from children wut am I sayin
[Hook - Wiz Khalifa:]
Yea,
On the grind made something from nothing so niggas will hate it (niggas will hate it),
Try and play me on some sucka shit oh cause I don't Fuck with you lately,
Money on my mind you can name a place I just bought a plane,
And I'm on my way there (on my way there)
I'm smokin while I roll another one baby (baby baby)
[Nipsey Hussle:]
They say I spit that pistol grip poetry,
It's just the loc in me,
On my hip is 12 zeros after a quarter key,
9 double "M" for you niggas that's not as cold as me,
Dope cause I'm supposed to be,
Slauson were my soldiers be,
My story is ocean deep and my coast is controled by me,
Bitches that ain't notice me now file my nails and lotion feet,
I'm buzzin uncontrolably,
Richer than with no release,
Most of these rappers that's feelin like they is the golden C,
H.I.L.I. to the D go ask yo bitch who fly as me,
Fly as we Wiz Khalif Curren$y they certainly,
Heard of me,
Heard of we they beat the track while I merk the beat,
Next time I sign I need atleast a bail for a murder beef,
Fuck they web they searchin me I'm blowin up insurgency,
9 11 portia and my car is an emergency,
Carmen Sandiago were the hell on the earth is he probly some were gettin westanonamis with Curren$y
Hussle
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"I Done It"

"I Done It"


[Hook:]
I told y'all niggas when I get my loot
I was going to get a couple Chevrolet old schools
And I done it
I said I was gon' do it, I does it, nigga, I don't be stunting
I told y'all niggas when I get my cash
I was going to get a truck and a hard top Jag
And I done it
I said I was gon' do it, I does it, nigga, I don't be stunting
[Verse 1:]
'71 Chevelle SS with the big rims
And no tint, nigga, you know who it is
Hot spitter, that's him
DC logo on my fitted brim
Eyelids barely open when these women are approaching him
Rosay bottle in my left hand, money in my right
Feeling like this the best night of my life
Wait limit, think twice, because last night was a motherfucker
And if the lord stay the same then tomorrow probably gon' be a beast too
I'm posted up at the crib watching T2
The sequel to The Terminator, starring Arnold Schwarzenegger
Eating grits and turkey bacon
Got a house full of bitches and they all naked
Young Money, dummy, that's long paper
Fly Society, passports and bad broads
House with a backyard full of fast cars
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I blew up on 'em, and they ain't like that
They say I'm changing on 'em, and it ain't like that
I'm a real nigga, that's on my life, [?]
Hit me on my MySpace about some money, I'll write back
Shit, I'm just trying to get me some digits
In the low low hitting switches
Bumping "Fuck them Other Niggas" by my nigga Corey Miller
You know him as C-Murder, tried to sink my nigga's ship
But they overturned the verdict
Party in Miami with my Young Money family
In a yellow Maserati that I got flew in from Cali
Catty ass girlfriends always looking at me
Half of 'em be wanting to kiss me
Other half be wanting to smack me
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"I Got The Keys (Remix)"

"I Got The Keys (Remix)"


People always askin' me the key
Tell you on they own and not the G
Keys as old as 1963
All the way to 2017
I done drove the shit you never seen
Never sellin', I keep everything
Never trade it, wanna buy another
I just paid for all them motherfuckers
Had to buy another house just to park the cars at
Hard to buy a storage space just so I could stash all them Cadillacs
Trucks and all that, bad bitch been fuckin' all that
Dropped her jaw when she saw that
Big Benz with the curtains drawn back
Big deal, that's what you call that
My dawg called me last night
Said you gotta get on this beat that
That I got the keys, the keys
Cause you really got some keys
Carry a horse, the tops come off
Or I might hop in the business piece
4.6 Range Rover with fog lights, bitch I'm Jay Z
Might give 'em that hot boss style
Bentley all large with the TVs
Bitch, it don't matter to me
Just let me know what you want see
Cause I really got them keys
From slinging' that audio D
96, double S like Master P
And that Cali-o back in the G
I'm doin' this shit for the Gs
Dippin' on Ds like Easy E
Fly and spurt like Pimp C
2 cars, that's like 18
Parkin' lot outside my house
From the sky, it's not hard to spot
I been runnin' too hard to stop
With my switch, I make that 4 drop

 

[fox69]

"I Know"

"I Know"


Aw shit
Aw shit
Yeah
All that

I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling

I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling

I'm chilling, I brung 'em in here
They're my niggas, they're my familia
They're my bitches, they might kill ya
That's my main thang, that's her sister
We ain't married, but we live here
And for better or for worse we getting millions
Low riders at the airport, now guess who sent them
To pick mu homie up, he just getting here
From Cali to Dallas, Atlanta, now we back again
We live this life, you niggas just be repping it
Coupe roof milkyway, got the stratosphere
Rap-rapping out of my mind got me up in here

I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling

I know pimps
I know hustling ass bitches
I know dealers
I know cold-hearted killers
All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
But I'm chilling, I'm chilling

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Da da
Da da
Da da
Eastside
Andretti
Luger

 

[fox69]

"I Remember"
(with CornerBoi & T.Y.)

"I Remember"
(with CornerBoi & T.Y.)



[Curren$y:]
My Cadillac got a chandelier
We keep it pumped full of gas in here
I just might take over rap this year
Kill all them niggas who dressin weird
Pack up that mess and get outta here
Smokers and focused on switchin' gears
Show you how that 911 steer
She wanted me to know how it feel
She expressin' herself while I grip the wheel
Girl, girl wait... Wait, wait you tryna get us killed
Get you back to the crib
You gon' the one be the main bitch
But I don't wanna do no more main bitches
Pull up I still do my thing with' ya
Momma hyper like a 'caine sniffer
I'm might have a Uber come and get her
Bring her back to your house nigga
Real G shit, Never play out nigga
One of the illest niggas that's in the South, nigga
Turkey bags are the best
All grown out west
Come around, be my guest
We can have a hustle contest

'Cause I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I wasn't always livin' like this homie
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
We wasn't always livin' like this'

[Cornerboy P:]
I was sellin' reggie on the street for $10
Runnin' from truancy, hop the fence
Now I got two Rollies, I'm a ice 'em both
Drove her friend and she bad, tryna hit 'em both
Them dumb hoes tellin' me I do the most
Used to call me dirty, I ain't had it though
Now I got diamonds and designer clothes
Trappin' out the back with the screen do'
Hoppin' out the jeep with no doors on it
Don't show up to my house with all them clothes on
I'm talkin' to the money, nigga, hold on
I ain't know none of that shit you own
I can pimp a ho from my cell phone
I just roll up bread like a calzone
Rifle hit ya ass from a mile long
I just gave my last bitch the dial tone

[Curren$y:]
'Cause I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I wasn't always livin' like this homie
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
We wasn't always livin' like this'

[T.Y.:]
Racin' Chevys on the interstate
Motor sound like an earthquake
Street money, yeah that's all I make
On that fly shit every day
I been waitin' up on my feature
Diamonds shinin' of the meter
Lil niggas out here tweakin'
I ain't slippin', yeah I keep it
Designer gas what I'm breathin'
I just left out of the Nolia
Shot to the A, me and my K
Bitch, I be rollin' with soldiers
Heavy metal strapped, top waist
A hunnid racks in the sofa
The flo', the wall, and in the ceiling
Round my neck I got trophies
Hunnid rounds if you try to take it

[Curren$y:]
'Cause I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I wasn't always livin' like this homie
I remember when I didn't have this shit
I remember when I didn't have this shit
We wasn't always livin' like this'

 

[fox69]

"I Think She Like Me"

"I Think She Like Me"


The eyes can't hide it, yeah she excited
Live's a lifer in front of her and she down to try it
Passenger seat, she so pretty watchin' me drivin'
Mesmerizin' these bad ones, my past time
And high sidin' on these haters, tell 'em don't try it
Trophy [?] for my weed I wanna smoke Heisman
Andretti OG, your dispensary need them P's
So they callin' me, we got the business out in SD
Now who rap about it and who really got it? Let's see
This the dialogue of pilots homie, this that fly speak
Purple camouflage bases, my fly sneaks high price
Your money short, you can't reach
She want boss conversation only, so you can't speak it
Finna take away your caine, see
This something that you can't be
Round the world sprinklin' capital G-A-M-E
My uncle Slam gave me, now may he rest in peace
May he rest in peace
G's make the world go 'round
Money make your girl go
G's make the world go 'round
Free C-Style
We gon' let that money pile in the meanwhile
It'll go down with my rap touchdown
Shout out to the homie Rozay for wearin' that motherfucking Jet Life chain everywhere he go too
We definitely see it