Curren$y

[fox69]

"Mirrors"
(feat. Smoke DZA)

"Mirrors"
(feat. Smoke DZA)



[Hook: Curren$y]
Riding on mirrors
Help them sucka ass niggas see it clearer
See yourself, watch us get richer
Me and my nigga DZA, riding on mirrors

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Hundred for a yacht
Smoking out the state room, make room for a nigga
Bigger than the block, feds taking pictures
Inquisitive, interested in how I make my living
From this balling and chilling, penciling pen pimping
Two of my bottom bitches, write the rhymes
Write my name on the Checks that I sign
It's roll up time, windex the windows in my mind
And let the ones who understand see what's going on inside
Only share with those, worth they weight in gold
Gotta be in the know to really know though
You know my bitch eyes slanted, Yoko
Lennon Andretti, highed up, peace signs in my photos
Headrest bearing the family crest
Baby girl, you clearly rocking with the best
Eulogize when I ride for I'm fresh to death

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Jet Lifing on these bitches like I'm 'posed ta
Rugby bandana wrap my head up like the Hulkster
And I ain't banging though, unless I'm banging hoes
Bitches suck and swallow like they tryna find the antidote
Niggas be fronting, acting mad for real
'Til you slide they main squeeze, have them mad for real
Weak bladders, I be pissing them off
Cause payback is more of a bitch when your bitch is involved
Classic 'Lo on my '97 Pennys, this my vintage fit
Think Christmas, I be tree lit up, no Rockefeller Center shit
This fucking hash tasting sweeter than some cinnasticks
Have you fidgeting then put you out real sinister
More onions, I need more hundreds
Posers don't want it, they Malibu's Most Wanted
We all know you ain't really that guy
You don't even be inhaling, you be faking the high
Riiiiiight

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Mo Money"
(feat. Curren$y, Juvenile & Young Roddy)

"Mo Money"
(feat. Curren$y, Juvenile & Young Roddy)



[Hook:]
Loud money
Macho money
Stunt money
Show money
Blow money
Dough money
Your money
No money
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I do my thing in the booth, the streets know
You hear my chains in the booth, I wear my gold
We pull up front of your bitch, lift up them doors
She all about that jet life so fuck yours
These bitches know I'm stoned anywhere I go
And when ain't coming in if we can't smoke
Fuck your rules, I'm too cool for that, bro
I buy the building, throw you out the back door
Carlito shouldn't have let Benny Blanco go
Cause everywhere you turn they coming for your throat
That's why I keep my circle tight, jet lifers in the cypher
Bending corners, breaking bitches, making dough
Coming up
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Juvenile:]
Dope money, that's paperweight
Loose leaf my paper straight
C-notes and they face to face
China nigga, no paper plates
Silver back we're not silver spoon
Business man but I'm still a goon
I'm rolling, nigga, like wheelbarrows
Y'all joke niggas like Will Ferrells
My money stupid like Lil' Darryl
Y'all bank account is getting real narrow
I fuck the deal, up and run at night
Vampire on that life
And I know you hate my guts, woa'
Cause I got everything you want in life
Waking up and I'm counting up
Cause that mula start my morning rite
Well my morning right and my evening good
When my evening good then my family eating
My family, get sanity
That sanity is that man to me
And that man to me know what he said to me
Man as me and no damage me
I don't plan to leave and no baggage either
Nigga didn't give no bands to me
I've got
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Young Roddy:]
I've got dice money, got coke money, got on the run lay low money
I'm a pimp fool I'll take your ho money
And use this shit for my smoke money
Like Deebo I take yo money I'm still spending my old money
Old boy can't fuck with me this lil nigga gettin grown money
Got long paper I smash her good she askin me if I'm on somethin
I make bread fuck with my dope get beat down like you stole somethin
Them cops keep on harassin' me try question me I don't know nothin'
This Juvenile and Young Rod, this Bales bitch we got loads of money
Andretti got a bowl of mari' I kill a block bitch bloody Mary
Jet Life the new Rockafeller my shoe box full of mozzarella
Got stuntin' money for my snow bunny back then I had no money
Until I touched a little blow money had to re-up to make mo money
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"MOB"
(feat. G Perico)

"MOB"
(feat. G Perico)



[Curren$y:]
Took off in that car like
Like I took off in broadlight
Smoked out last night under East New Orleans streetlights, grab my bitch tight
Hittin' my switch, my shit, dip to the left side
Yup, yup beats from the dawg Polyest, keep me talking fresh
Walking the flyest steps
Smokin' the best
You catchin' contact high, I ain't even rolled it up, yet
You rollin' with the Jets, mama that's a chosen set
There's more dough to get, won't settle for that
I want better than that
No matter where you get, there's always a level higher than that
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
One foot in, one foot out the game
Conversation, piece my new chain
She been asked me about it all day on the plane
Switched subjects after we had a few drinks
She didn't play games, so plans were arranged
As we exited the jet, numbers were exchanged
I think that's what you call a chain reaction
I think that's what you call a plain attraction
Rooftop smashin'
She makes pancakes in the mornin', the syrup was low-carb
Breakfast smoke sessions and I'm dashin'
They wanna have 'em but they never catch 'em
They gettin' mad when I'm gettin' laugh at them
End up smashin' again, I'm what's happenin'
Might just tag they friends
Bring them all in, we can do it all again, niggas stay ballin'
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala
[G Perico:]
Money over bitches that's the mind
Don't need a cup I drink mine out the bottle
Hennessey friend, don't bring new hoes where I live
Your mattrees on the floor, bitch my house in the hills
I don't buy pussy, I game up and I fly pussy
Cross the country, bring me back that money
As you probably never get it
Never make it past King Henry
Yeah, you kinda cute but your hustle isn't
Right now I'm just fillin' up jewelry boxes
Pink slips and my 6'4 is in the safe deposit
Versace flip flops when I'm in these hoes open
If I can't get paid, she get the cold shoulder
When I see my bitches it's like a ATM visit
Leave them attitudes behind, we just want them riches
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get paid and stay fly
[Curren$y:]
Money over bitches 'til the day I die
I just wanna get money and stay high
Money over bitches 'til the day I go
I just wanna see my niggas blow
Money over bitches 'til the day I leave
Much love from the OG's
Money over bitch 'ti the day I, lalala

 

[fox69]

"Modena Moves"
(feat. French Montana)

"Modena Moves"
(feat. French Montana)



[Curren$y:]
All the way 1000. Even my runaround coupe caught
Yeah rabie, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Park the Modena at the marina
Life
La Música de Harry Fraud
Diamond Rolexes 'cause life precious
Space age carbon fiber, lightweight metals
This edition that I'm drivin' in is somethin' special
This what keepin' it real could get you
Any women that you want might let you
At this level of success there's hella angels and devils
Lamborghini Diablo, wingspan, open doors, coke in her nose
She left the restroom hair in a mess, livin' kinda fast boo
But not too quick for me to move past you
Ignore the lower ranks, plus I'm watchful of the banks
Crunch numbers over brunch, make that work for 'em
Watch how quick we get it all done
We'll be stuntin' all summer
Corporate ladder, climbed every rung
Some of my homies started out as runners
But it was born hunters with a crazy hunger
Only fed by money, bring me more money
Roll a joint out of a onion
My Bentley outside runnin'
Pilin' bread in the safe like it's a oven
Bread in the safe like it's a oven
Got a closet full of Bathing Ape, Rolls by the dozen
Too much sauce stickin' to the money
Spend it up, we got some more comin'
Jet Life, s-s-surf hoe, smoke somethin'
To keep it a thousand with you, girl, my coupe cost four hunnid
And that's before I put the rims on it
Got the Wraith instead of the Ghost
I thought that bitch was haunted
[French Montana:]
Yeah
Stop talking, knock the walls down
Started from the porch to in a Porsche now
Drake to the left, J-Lo two doors down
Drop head, snipe, then the ocean get 'em lotioned down
Niggas that rushed too likely in a coffin now
And all the robbers turned corporate now
Martin had a dream but he didn't tell you the nightmare
You fear life 'cause you thought life was fair
If it ain't rap, Birdman till I'm Rich Forever
Tryna to get my health n mills together
Never took her on a date
Only cooked it right in front her
Wasn't Benihanas, it was Subway
Busy like a one-way, closet like a runway
Penthouse Khalifa Tower tryna keep my high up
Ask Crack, who put the Bronx back?
Grindin' for all that, crib you need four maps
I do it for Chinx, Coke Boy legend

 

[fox69]

"Modern Day Hippie"

"Modern Day Hippie"


[Verse 1 - Currensy:]
My satelite trippin', I watch TV at your girl house
My homies fell through, we had a smoke-out at your girl house
Dropped ashes everywhere, burnt holes in your girl's couch
Put a pillow over it
I was gone before she noticed it
Just a glimpse into the daily happenings
Of one of them flyest to ever try his wings at this rappin' shit
In love with the rap hustle, I never turned my back on it
I run after money that's why them bitches run after me
Whack rappers on a dope beat: simple battery
Hot Spitta on any beat: that's a fatality
Vicious how you do it? I don't know it just comes naturally
Spitters Spicoli, Zig-Zag
Rollin' with my Cali homies
My patience for the middle man has run out
Take me to the boss like the Mike Tyson code-own punch out
I'm really on my grind
You just lookin' for a ride
Like you standin' on the side of the road with your dumb mouth

[Hook x2 - Currensy:]
Spitta is chillin'
The Planes in the buildin'
The bitches like us cause they say we different
From all them other niggas say they just not with it
Smoke and make music, I'm a modern day hippie

[Verse 2 - Currensy:]
Still on my New Orleans shit, asthmatic
Spitta keep a bag of Dolium and some prolactin mist
I'm as vicious as it get
This is rap with rabies
I got a fetish for Chevy's created in the 80s
And you say you riding old schools too, you all mistaking
That's a 190E, just a old ass Mercedes
Know a lot of niggas hate me cause my pockets getting cakey
These fuck boys can't see the paper that The Plane see
Bumping Paper Planes by M.I.A
I'm partying in M.I.A
My bitches looking for me say I'm M.I.A
They trying to spy on me like the CIA
Call Cheaters on me, I just say "Homie"
Then I cruise the other way

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Moe Chettah"

"Moe Chettah"


[Verse 1:]
Yeah, rub my back while I rap bitch
Jet Life, joints look like bats
You know what that is, homicide, kamikaze high, not giving a shit
Never die, this'll go on for years
Multiply, legacy of the fly
Pedigree champion blood line, the big dog got the big yard
Behind a big crib, big garage, a fleet of ten cars
Shake the devil off, angel on the hood
In that, looking good in that
Roger would've had if you was just good and rapped
Look at that, after all she did he done took her back
That's real love, exactly how I feel about them stacks
Addicted to that money, it took me under like crack
I chase it like it's running from me all over the map
I'll go to it's at, if you my bro we can split it in half
[Hook:]
Moe' betta', moe' chettah'
I smoke betta', then those fella's
Ho you should know betta'
Don't test us, we professional
No audio dope sellers
Don't tell 'em, they'll get so jealous
Moe betta', moe' chettah'
[Verse 2:]
Sitting in the Porsche parked outside of the port
Overseeing the airport process, let my bitches sort it out at the fort
Back at the set, they get wet from the sound of my engine
My design in women
Two in the kitchen, the other two in the pool nude
But far too fine for me to say they skinny dipping
I never been in a position where I didn't come out winning
Even if I was losing in the beginning
Stuck with it, now I'm up shifting
That three twenty-eight, game crooked but the paper straight
Got them bitches looking, yup
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Money Gone To My Head"
(feat. Young A & Young Roddy)

"Money Gone To My Head"
(feat. Young A & Young Roddy)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
A lime to a lemon, my New Orleans woman
Ain't coming if she don't find nobody to watch her children
And if she do, then we will do what grown folks do until we done
But if she can't find a babysitter then I ain't tripping, I'll just get another bitch to come
Curren$y the hot spitter, heavy dope, fucking the same bitches who wasn't feeling a nigga a couple years ago
Shitting on 'em, oh yeah, you feel me now, so what?
You wanna come through, spark a few and get tore up?
Put that dick on you that'll make you curl your toes up
You like to hear me talk nasty, huh?
Listening to Young Money CDs while you're in the car with your boyfriend
Thinking about the last time you gave that pussy to me
Had you cumming on yourself before I even put it all in
[Hook x2:]
Some of them hoes I used to holler at, [?] I don't even pay attention no more
Money gone to my head
You used to act bad with that pussy, now I'm acting bad with that dick
I'm killing them hoes softly, not too hard, making 'em sick
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Pick me up, now I'm jazzy like Jeff is
Killed the morning, back home by the next shift
Hooked up with Spitter now my name's on the guest list
Dazed up, stay gone off the best shit
Caked up, got 'em loving the necklace
She say I stay strapped with more guns than a western
A nigga making money now them hoes wanna sex him
Yeah prank calling, pop up texting
But they weren't around when a nigga went to stressing
So it's M.O.B., but shit, I'm a ladies man
She got fresh sheets, but you know I'm staining that
Cop the whip black, but you know I'm flaming that
You know the boy gutta, ain't shit changing that
She say 'smile, ' and I mug for the camera
High word to your mother, now word to the manner
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Young A:]
I got my mind right, focused like a psychic
Niggas on that bullshit, I'm trying to live righteous
Thinking about her life spin 'round and 'round
It's the same old shit with repetitive style
We could change it up
Have the bitches looking strange as fuck
Like when a nigga buys a car with the frame of a truck
So we breeze real smooth in the fast lane
Your girl got the head crack, addiction to the glass pipe
Vision of a flashlight, passed the songs
Young hustlers with the ice and the flashy cars
That attract the broads
Take a pause, never mind them
A whip like a chick, just something to slide in
I dive right in with my love glove on
I knew you two days, if you love, love on
Grips from a steel heart, no I could never be your man, but we still talk
We still talk
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Money In The Air"

"Money In The Air"


One time for my nigga 2 Chainz for throwing me that alley oop to
This weed is the one
Money in the air, watch it fall like rain
Get back on he grind we make it all again
Can't believe I'm doing this
Come in and see you in here
Money in the air, watch it fall like rain
Rolls Royce outside, cause I'm in the building
Drank again, twisted with my niggas
Count the stacks and bottles they bring that out quickly
I give that money to my bottom bitch and tell I'm piscious
Sometimes I like to see it in the air
Cause I work hard enough to not care
Get back on he grind we make it all again
Can't believe I'm doing this
Come in and see you in here
Money in the air, watch it fall like rain
Money in the air, we watch it fall like rain
Money in the air, we let it fall like rain
It's like 4-15 in this bitch
T.Y. finna order wings in this bitch
Five minutes
At the
Street
Money in the air we let it fall like rain
Get back on he grind we make it all again
Can't believe I'm doing this
Come in and see you in here

 

[fox69]

"Money Machine"
(feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)

"Money Machine"
(feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)



Jet Life
Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper
Jets count millions
Make my way to a million looking out the plane windows
Yeahh
Tony said Frank wouldn't last, now Frank woman upstairs packing bags
Survival of the fittest, her sponsor no longer living, plight of these kept ass bitches
When the dreams all end and then the boss, slam, casket closed
Welcome to the school of hard knocks, you ain't know you was enrolled?
Cold, I know, what's colder is these streets
When your name no longer hot, you feel me?
Seen niggas and bitches go through a dope game in the music lifestyle
Hard to attain
But it's easy to get used to it, try to maintain, under pressure
Only few do it, and that's what inspires you to try
The gleam in your eye, manifested in your mind, then you start your climb
Remembering whoever you step on to come up, you may meet them another time
Fuck em, doe
Cause if the foot was in the other shoe, them niggas' stand on you to get a better view
Telling you the truth, while taking them to school
Fools don't think how I think, can't see these lines like I scribbled in invisible ink in these tablets
Jet Life Commandments, thou shall not rest until I make my whole fam rich
Fuck you take me fo? One of them sucka niggas who forget to sit when he blow?
Never that, JLR, we'll have his whole world changed by tomorrow
Lighters and Ozium in my car, in no way am I playing with y'all
When I say I'm so high, if I was to trip and fall, I'd land on Mars
But don't mistake my highness for blindness, giving me them fake smiles, I know what's behind them
I swim with the sharks everyday
You back stroking with the guppies
Supposedly big dogs get chopped down to puppy, size
Utterly euthanized by these flows I've been crafted, secretly in my labyrinth, sleeping on a charred mattress
Nights so hot, get that girl to the pool before she pass out, livin in a landmark
New Ferrari underneath the carport, my landshark
Invite me to your party, reserve me somewhere to park
I'm not sure what you thought, fuck pullin off on the [?]
You got twenty minutes free? How bout a fast brunch?
Pitch me whatever proposals you, want, but no promises though
I got a lot on my plate, no ham omelets, I'm on my conglomerate
Word to the kid, Willie the fly, always on top of shit, really...
Yeahh
Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper

 

[fox69]

"Money Machine Part 2"

"Money Machine Part 2"


[Intro: from "Super Fly"]
"Fat Freddie man..."
"What's the matter with the fat man?"
"The dude ain't got your money...
He's been all stretched out, like he's come in some money or somethin"
"That's his ass"
"He's good for it. It's that bitch of his that's the problem"
"I got 50 men out on the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve
Is that it, is that what you're telling me dude?"
Money machine, yeah
Do you even what the money machine sound like?
Money machine, haha, yeh,.. nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1:]
On, on, break of dawn
Can't stop nigga too hot early morn
I'm at the rim shop, fool, I really be on, my Chip Foose shit
Sketch it out and put it together, I really do this
Driving gloves Louis Vuitton, my shoes is
Glued to the pedal, press to the metal, I'm moving
Jets in the house bitch, you ain't help us move in
So why you got your hands out now stupid
Had you played your role
You would have got your credit at the end of the movie
Listening to them hoes, you on Front Street
Swimming in blood soaked clothes
Bitch it's shark week, ho you lunch meat
You thinking I'm somethin' sweet, got me confused
With the cotton candy hues on my 83
Diamonds against my wood, lighting one up for Pimp C
Riding with no tint to let them hoes know this
Smoke it, yeah
[Hook:]
Money machine
Nigga you can count on
Money machine (money machine)
You can count on
[Verse 2:]
High rises, wise guysing
Mob wives counting dollars pile up
A batmobile in my drive way, the Skydiver
Bringing more kush, jet fueled to the fire
Round you them bad bitches acting mad quiet
Hoes in the line, tryna tag team Roddy - nigga it's the pilot
Boat deck in my Nautica sweats, I'm yachting
Open water wilding like a Somalian pirate
Spotted your bitch and she instantly plotted
On ditching your simping and riding
Jet life is simple, we got it
To be honest, them other fools is square boxes
Funny nigga singing now, they Jamie Foxxes
Don't trip, we gon' keep on doing our shit, fool!
Ain't nothing changed but the balance
On the accounts in my name keep adding, maine
[Hook]