Curren$y

[fox69]

"Lysol"
(feat. Young Roddy)
("Fin..." Version)

"Lysol"
(feat. Young Roddy)
("Fin..." Version)



[Sample - Jay Z & Lucifer:]
Jets nigga, where haven't we... uhh
Bitches know the Planes got it

F-I-N dot dot dot

[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
That's Spitta Ain't it?
That nigga internet famous
Fresh while its painted
Pass the joint to the cat he came with
Speaking the codes
Landlovers don't know the pilot language
Everytime we hear you niggas bite our style we change it
Everytime you try to holla at a dime
She say she taken
And if you do get a bad one and bring her round us she's taken
These rappers is acting gay
6 degrees of seperation
I swear them niggas kicks like my Nike Air Bakins
I'm at the hobby shop
I'm in the R-I-C racing
Smashed my gas-powered viper and now I need a replacement
I got that to plu on pluto
That space shit
They must of told you not to say the "S" word in your raps cause we heard your joints you ain't say shit
Clear the lane
Make way for the planes bitch
You think she a model but to us she just a plain bitch
Your girlfriend will forever be The Planes bitch

[Lucifer Beat]

[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Fly Society
Now its major league cash so them niggas call us bankers
Big bob marley blunts
We call them stankers
Hold the hood down so them niggas call us anchors
And ain't shit change
The judge still get the finger
Call up Mr. Robinson
They never see my angle
Out in Cincinnatti like I'm betting on the Bengals
Look how I stack my chips up like pringles
And they say I ask to ass I mean anal
And I bet I get paid far as the game go
Stack them all up until the singles
Back when they bumped Cutless Mindless and regals
My hoopgroup you gon hold like tivo
And jets fly the globe like beatles
Sharper than a razor
On point like needles
That word to my main mamacita
They used to laugh at me
Now I'm bumping through their speakers
Like "Hell yeah, feel getting that money legal"

[Lucifer Beat]

 

[fox69]

"Lysol"
(feat. Young Roddy)
("Life At 30,000 Feet" Version)

"Lysol"
(feat. Young Roddy)
("Life At 30,000 Feet" Version)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Bum stickity bum stickity bum bum
I ain't gotta tell you where I come from
New Orleans back in the G
I shoulda won best dressed nigga in the high school
But they hated on me and gave it to another dude but it's cool
Look at how the tables turn around
I'm New Orleans flyest I earned my crown
Baby girl can't deny that she won't be down
With kid Crayola colors is all over the place
My shoes is red and my hat is green
It don't really match but I'm still so clean
D&G belt just to hold up my jeans
Glow-in-the-dark Nikes Dunk SBs
You rocking eye sores boss you ain't got these
Take that shit off and spend a little cheese
And if you're not happy with your personal steez
Take your girl's advice and copy off me

(Oh yes, this the Lysol flow
Come through the club take all y'all hoes)

[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
I used to hustle for fresh clothes and sneakers
Never thought I'd be sipping Hen and smoking reefer
I'm trying my best to duck the grim reaper
Shit, gotta bust a move before that nigga sneak up
I'm stressed out so I puff 'till the L gone
And I know to watch my mouth on the cell phone
There's no days off, trap 'till the mail's gone
And spitta grabbed a nigga out the L zone
They got dope weed and pistols there
Put some thugs on the whip, you get bitches stare
But ain't shit sweet, don't get it twisted there
It used to be blurry now it's crystal clear
And I'm still trying to make more than Pablo
It's like I jumped of the porch with a blindfold
And all the dro smoke got me with my eyes closed
Fuck buzzin we only break for 5-0
And I ain't scared I'm just cautious
It's fly boys I'm in a circle filled with bosses

(Yup oh yup it's the Lysol flow
Come to the club take all your hoes)

 

[fox69]

"M.P.R."

"M.P.R."


Uh, smoother than Cochise jumper
They wouldn’t have killed me to been that muthafucka
That’s the struggle, run that money down, I’m pullin' muscle
Maintain speed on that stampede to take you under
You saw the flash fore you heard the thunder
That’s yo ass in one crazy summer
You shoulda stayed where the fuck you come from
All that venturing in this shit
Henchman, apprehension, this is serious
Authentic to distinction, that’s how real it get
Clue these rookies in the hood they dealing wit
OG you still on yo apprentice shit?
Known from that vibin', the killin' shit
Push the buttons though they’ll never lift a fingerprint
Off of it for evidence, forever rich
Through cleverness, flow heaven sent
Though some rhymes devilish
Two sides to every coin
Whichever side you join when it’s time to ride
Yo ho ass better be down for good
Never know who you round until the shit goes down
But I know I got some family in this bitch right now
So I can roll up and ride round
Let the money pile smile
Niggas never coming down
Money power respect, one foot on yo neck
One foot on the bank, I’m headed to the check
[Outro: The Godfather]
[Woman] "You’ve made me think of what you once told me. In 5 years the Corleone family will be completely legitimate. That was 7 years ago."
[Man] "I know, I’m trying."

 

[fox69]

"Mallory Knox"

"Mallory Knox"


Yeah, yeah
La la la la

Snatch the tint off the window
Sorry for the wraith
Smokin' killa with my bad one on the interstate
Just left the safe, we was depositing cake
Showed her the way now she making her own plays
Back at the crib, high then a bitch
Smoke, fuck, think of more ways to get rich
Real life movie shit
Big budget, Spielberg shooting it
But its a documentary cause we really doing it
Catching stunts on the bitch no camera tricks
She couldn't handle it Ferrari, Lamborghini shit
Babygirl get a grip, catch your breath smoke this shit
Take a whiff that's how paper smell
A dab of Chanel on my collar make sure I remember her well
And I did, that's why I stayed a lil bit longer
Cut one more time & then I slid...

Lalalala [x2]

[Talking:]
Snatch the tint off my window, sorry for the wraith [x2]
(Owner's Manual)
Let em see in here... since they curious
Shit you can't get, till you really get it
You lookin' at me, I'm lookin' at you too... fuck
Till you on it, [?], how do you really want it? homie

 

[fox69]

"Mary"

"Mary"


[Verse:]
First thing when I wake up
I say my prayers, then I blaze up
A plate of breakfast that my girl chef'd up
Morning pretty with no make up, yup
Now that I'm woken I'm smoking, layered my body in clothing
Chevrolet doors open, Forgiato's rolling
On the interstate like niggas was shooting at your homie
Zooming in and out of lanes, booming under U.G.K.
Got both my phones with me, hit me if it's 'bout some cake
Soldier about face, I'm colder than ice age
I'm polar, I'm frozen, I'm golden, my name say
That I'm all about my money, put some racks up everyday
In the studio get Pluto high, we lay tracks everyday
Mucho loot though, if you grind for it mane'
Get some shine for ya' mane', but that money just ain't gonna wait around for ya' mane'
Tell your bitch to roll up something if she ride for ya' mane
Otherwise you gotta kick that ho off the side of ya' mane
Outside of your mane', tell them niggas that you with
Ain't no more crying 'bout it mane, planning, never taking action
Pocket full of lint, wondering why this shit ain't happen
Homie that don't make no sense
Niggas on this side be stacking, every tape a brick
And we treat this shit just like it's trapping
And I'm getting rich, you can tell from the strength
Of the scent, of what I just lit but I would never pass it
First thing when I wake up
I say my prayers, then I blaze up
Get dressed sharp as a razor
And then it's back to getting cake bruh'

[Outro: x4]
Oh mary, mary, mary

 

[fox69]

"Mashin"

"Mashin"


Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

I'm jamming to Max B, we low in these leather seats
Yo' hoe wanna be with me and she bold, she don't care who see
Andretti OG all I smoke in my Rolls
Represent the NO, light anywhere that I go
All my jewelry stay froze, wrist cold, ice yellow gold
Cash flow too thick to fold, stacks like erry show
In the mode this year, I grab the hustle by the throat
Sleeper hold, never letting go, you don't believe you'll get shown
In a six grain coupe, with the brains blown
Bottom bitch on the wheel, while I stuff up another cone
You don't believe you'll be shown
I like your bitch she will be flown in

Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

See what I'm in it for, when I open that Bentley door
Mink on the floor, the stinkiest O, 28 grams to smoke
Bitches was lagging on me, but now they want tag along
Cause they smell the money cologne success in the air
And the aroma strong, she know what she want
She know who a don in the game
She know who a pawn and a lame
She know who a boss she know who lost
She know who running things
Walking the walk and talking that talk
She know where the G's parked, she recognize all my cars

Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

Mashing in the rain
Only conversating with bitches who put me in position to get paid
These hoes is all the same
Baby my presence is a blessing recognize who put you on game

 

[fox69]

"Max Julien"

"Max Julien"


[Intro: from "Super Fly"]
"I'm gonna put that young girl of your's out on whore's row."
"Listen Priest, that's my wife you're talking about man"
"So what!"

[Hook:]
I see something in you, I could use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them
Yeah I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them, yeah

[Verse 1:]
I'm not a star, but I'm sky high
Got a gangsta bitch in my car, she come to ride
My mob wife, word to Leah
Riding American muscle but I'm banging foreign features
That's my homie Sir Michael Rocks, I'm a let my speakers knock
Double back make the block so I can peep the scenery
See if it's worth getting out, doing a little mingling
Shit's a fucking circus sometimes, I swear it's Ringling
Brothers, where's my brothers bitch bring em in
Round table meeting shit, distinguished gentlemen
Weed so fire, it should come with an extinguisher
Steady fueling my engine, more penmanship pimping
Never was a henchman, just an underboss and then a kingpin
I done made my bones, now I'm playstation marathon in a robe
Running my business from my cellphone
(Yeaaa) homes

I ain't never gonna die homie, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Where you get that bag from, I can spot a fake shit
Them ain't genuine Louboutins, your little brother painted them
Don't know who you fooling or who you think you playing with
Looking at my club couch, you better stay away from here
You gon' stand up all night if you waiting on me to save you bitch
These seats reserved for boss ladies, my Rodeo babies
Fresh off Saks Fifth, brung mama with me to Chi-town Michigan Street
We hit the Polo mansion
Before I bought my gift, she swiped that card and had them box and bag it

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Mazaltov"
(feat. Nesby Phips & Wiz Khalifa)

"Mazaltov"
(feat. Nesby Phips & Wiz Khalifa)



[Hook:]
Bartender, bartender, bartender
Make me a drink
(What you havin'?)
What you think? shit
Get me a (a Mazaltov cocktail)
And (make it hurt)
Yeah, and put a flame on it
So I can leave a stain on it
[Verse 1: Nesby Phips]
Nod ya' head to the flick of my lighter
Fire to the ass of a joint get ya' higher
Never in over my head, I'm MacGyver
Even in the midst of the madness, I'm a rider
Heavy on the stamina, amateurs
Easily revealed than the presence of a panther, uh
Feline fantasies get fulfilled
Tell them canines chill
It's the leader of the pack with nine lives to live
What's a king without a queen?
Leader without a team?
Heater without a beamer?
Crops without the cream?
I'm self motivated so crops is not the thing
Approval of spectators does not bring the ring of a champion
Lampin' and I'm champagne sippin'
Touché not the cliché, my campaign pimpin'
Feel privileged if I played ya'
Plastic over paper
Magic over the Lakers
Happy to make your day, cause
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Ya' gets no love and I thought you knew it
How to wrap a groupie from the club to the jacuzzi
My vernacular, more spectacular than you dudes is
Word to truth in the booth, rappin confucius
Hardest rhymes out, bite my shit be left toothless
What I wear, what I smoke - both exclusive
Prime real estate, bitches see a nigga wanna build
Hold up there pimpin' got yo women catchin' chills
Clear windows, see me sittin' behind the wheel
On the real say I won't, bet I will
But still, it ain't no fun
If the homies can't get a piece of it
Weed brownies in the oven
By the time she was buzzin', we was already fuckin'
Screamin so loud, she awoke my lil' cousin
Seen 'em in the morning, she was too embarrassed to say something
Bud, bitches, and breakfast - ya' gotta love it
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm smokin on some strong
Got some bitches who love to smoke bongs, papers, and bowls
So pretty much, any thing goes
Come and kick it, we'll blow some of this chronic smoke
Go to stores to cop shit even when they say they closed
These Louis, I suppose and right now, I'm high
My eyes so freakin low, I might as well keep 'em closed
You fuckin' with winners
Kush and orange juice on my eggs, flickin' my ashes on dinner, nigga
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Michael Knight"

"Michael Knight"


[Intro:]
Uh
Scoo do do do do do do
Racecars and Weed Jars
Nigga

[Verse 1:]
I got a style for every bump in ya face,
Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
Open and Shut Case
You Know, I'm bowtied till I die
Though I made an exception for the '69,
so quick off the line,
Coin double side,
but no matter what, we heads up,
We in the yard, tell ya dawgs they should
be aware of us,
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath,
Miss me? No you didn't bitch, with that bullshit, "Miss me",
Tryna claim Spitta' name, tryna be, Miss Me,
All of that is kicks to me, Silly rabbit trickery,
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be,
Hope to catch me sleepin by bein freaky,
But babygirl, let me be the first to say it's not that easy,
I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening,
Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even

[Hook:]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do

[Verse 2:]
And the view from the Rockin chair improve,
but I am yet to see a team fuckin with the crew,
Near and far, saw it all, Wideframe,
Everything with Wangs ain't a plane mayne,
Indo get rolled up like car windows,
Avoiding the policeman them Carl Winslows,
the wind blown in changed, and I am not mad
Ol'-Garbage-Bag rappers need ta find a style fast,
It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan,
Survive rough lands, cactus plants growin in desert sands,
Alive I stand, never dead; though a nigga didn't die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky...
Fool

[Hook]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do

[Outro]
Scoo do do do do do do [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Michael Knight (Remix)"
(feat. Raekwon)

"Michael Knight (Remix)"
(feat. Raekwon)



[Intro:]
Uh
Scoo do do do do do do
Racecars and Weed Jars
Nigga
[Verse 1:]
I got a style for every bump in ya face,
Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
Open and Shut Case
You Know, I'm bowtied till I die
Though I made an exception for the '69,
so quick off the line,
Coin double side,
but no matter what, we heads up,
We in the yard, tell ya dawgs they should
be aware of us,
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath,
Miss me? No you didn't bitch, with that bullshit, "Miss me",
Tryna claim Spitta' name, tryna be, Miss Me,
All of that is kicks to me, Silly rabbit trickery,
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be,
Hope to catch me sleepin by bein freaky,
But babygirl, let me be the first to say it's not that easy,
I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening,
Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even
[Hook:]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
[Verse 2:]
And the view from the Rockin chair improve,
but I have yet to see a team fuckin with the crew,
Near and far, saw it all, Wideframe,
Everything with Wangs ain't a plane mayne,
Indo get rolled up like car windows,
Avoiding the policeman them Carl Winslows,
the wind blown in changed, and I am not mad
Ol'-Garbage-Bag rappers need ta find a style fast,
It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan,
Survive rough lands, cactus plants growin in desert sands,
Alive I stand, never dead; though a nigga didn't die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky...
Fool
[Hook]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do
[Verse 3:]
Definitely dress down, and everybody here know it,
Yo, A snow white aston on a ground with a poet,
Know as the kid who told you to come to the crib,
Threw a bag on your lap, and told you don't blow the kids,
We mealed up, actually my flowing is real tough,
Sport these gazelles, faded leather or real rough,
Bank account, dont even question,
Spent all my money last year buying shear investments,
Marvelous gangsta, new york nigga, make me shank something,
Rather screw honeys who ain't cuffing,
All my life, six black kids stole a rifle, kick dice and strip you and slice you,
So listen young niggas, Ima give you some jewels quick,
Don't ever rat your friends out, you'll stand in a pool of shit,
Looking like a crab ass faggot, sooner or later them boys that was hating on got the ratchets,
Achets,
Yea.........