Curren$y

[fox69]

"Money Put Away"
(feat. CornerBoi P & T.Y.)

"Money Put Away"
(feat. CornerBoi P & T.Y.)



[Curren$y:]
Self made, Self paid
Shorty bought that Rolls Royce
Put it on blades
Shorty paid the cost she now in boss lane
Stayed down, got high and you never changed
SL with the top up when it's heavy rain
Have your name hold weight
Have you chain solid gold no fake
Destined to ball, it was written
This is fate
They can't interfere so I roll up let em hate

Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing

[T.Y.:]
Diamonds shining, fill my backwood with exotic
I'm the hottest topic
Pimp your bitch right out them dollars
I don't wear no Robins
Sweat pants is what I arrive in
Yeah I'm steady climbing
Swear I'm balling on these niggas
Without a fucking problem
You don't want to problem, so don't you try to stop em
JLR, Spitta told me get em I say I got em
Water whippin in the kitchen
That's how lil homie got em
Ranking so many bitches
I'm starting to think they plotting
I leave em with no watching
What you saying something?
Well make sure that I got it
Got to be a cold day in hell before I let em ride me
And all this ice around my neck
It's not that hard to find me, yeah

[Curren$y:]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing

[Corner Boy P:]
Uh
Make it to spend it
Blew a lot, I stash plenty
Grill was 20, I smile at bitches and boot up niggas
I'm east side with it, my side ain't sweet
Lil boy's blinking
Slide for my niggas, they ride for me
Like I ride for Spitta
Yeah, if you ain't no that, you don't know a nigga
And you probably the type that will owe a nigga
Cause if you did't know, then you will do better
Teach a mans how to fish and he will eat forever
Shit, keep our minds together we be rich forever
Bury me in all my jewelry let me shine forever
I got Ciroc and take a four on it
Let them niggas have the style since I got more coming
P

[Curren$y:]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing

 

[fox69]

"Money Shot"
(feat. Mac Miller)

"Money Shot"
(feat. Mac Miller)



[Verse 1 - Mac Miller:]
Motherfuckers thought they had it on lock
I tell them open the safe
A ho a ho, I put a ho in her place
They show me love all the time
Motherfucker it ain't nothin to rhyme
Got my tax bracket cracking filling W9's out
It's my house
I was in the pro's, you was only at the tryouts
Tell your coach to put your ass at timeout
It is what it is and it be what it be (oh yeah)
Pimpin' ain't easy, leave it to me (oh yeah)
Mommy, I don't need a ho, wonder why I keep her though
She got that bong-ba-bong-bong like how the speakers go
Kick it on the FIFA flow
We fucking with a Jedi, on my left side I got C-3PO
Do it big, keep it low, swear that I'm a genius though
Why I'm in line at the club like Emilio!
Sit at home, rich alone, Vic Damone, money talk
This is mine, get your own, this the fuckin' money shot
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Benz coupe, green Dickies suit
You lied if you say I ain't the truth at what I do
I stay high, halfway shut eyes when I came through
Comfortably dressed, it's the sultan of sweats
Boardin' the jet, on course to collect the check
Give these little boys somethin' to respect
You can be the man on somebody else set
No baby steps, I move like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
We tryna have right now and next, everybody eat
That's what I'm tryna see
Do it better than I done it homie
Don't just follow me, I'm not the one to try to be
I'm watching you too, I need you to inspire me
Fool this is true, I don't even lie down to sleep
No time, I take naps in-between flights
Even though it don't seem right, no sheets
Dollar signs all night in my sleep
Money shot

 

[fox69]

"Monte Carlo Music"

"Monte Carlo Music"


Eight cylinders, two doors
A back seat nobody can sit in
No rust on my door hinges;
There'll be no squeakin' when I get in
Spent a few dollars
To ride a old school Monte Carlo without a problem
Reliable as my newer whip, homeboy-
I Really do this shit
No tint on my windows:
Hella high with nothin' to hide
Pirelli tires clingin' for dear life
Them rims wide, my nigga
Four cars, one summer
Still east-side Spitta frontin'-
Like you don't remember
Had them rims matchin';
That was way back then-
2002-knowing who I was...
But I didn't know you
The fuck you talking 'bout
In that shit cruiser
That you're dragging through the parking lot?
'87 Aerocoupe-I had that-targa tops
The King Arthur of the Car Club
Trophies tall as your oldest kid;
Place them next to my Switchblade 86
Your girl asked to take pictures leaning on it
Made you sick
Floor shifting. A true SS
Not a clone with bootleg ground effects-
Leave that shit at home
Authentic- the description of all things Spitta
Roll a joint for my oil change niggas in fifteen minutes
Take two pulls, let my bitch hit it
Doing a hundred in the eighty-fo'
It's that monte carlo music, trillest shit I ever drove

 

[fox69]

"Montreux"

"Montreux"


Yea, and this is what I do
Yea, lames catch feelings we catch flights
? seen him till you seen him, jet life
Yea lames catch feelings we catch flights
..you ain't seen him till ya'?yea, fool
You ain't never seen the man until you seen the man
Uh, kush smoke
Money clothes hoes
Hurry up before that elevator door close
This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux
Stars in the audience
Al Jarreau in the third row
Parent guardian to this art for its my baby
Lazy eye though watchful
Try to play me I spot you
Points I prove with my every move
Right from the beginning
I was right and that was very true
This is what I knew
Make a fool out of you if we were to duel
In a hall playa playin' pool
Renegade bitches choose
Word to Max Jeux
Drop jewels
Diamonds different hues
Type of shit I like to do
Orange leather in my coupe
Carrot soup
My women ball word to Sheryl Swoops
Minus the hoop she fell through
Fell in love with the blue dreamin'
Of things she can't have
Now she's looking down like she's tryin' to use her ipad
Pro tools confiscated as evidence by the crime lab
But I ain't even have to do it like that
Knife work on the track
Many will cut and slash
At the neck like a sash
Blood on my hands
Me and my killer band
Raw shit killa-gram
Eyes spinning ceiling fan
You ain't never seen the man until you seen the man
Raw shit killa-gram
High spinning ceiling fan
You ain't seen the man until you seen the man
Fool
Yea

 

[fox69]

"Moon & Stars Remix"

"Moon & Stars Remix"


[Chorus:]
So I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all
Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Big K.R.I.T:]
Yo, my digital dash as I mash on the gas
Don't know where I'm going fast but I'm goin there
Stop at a club foreva sho there's some hoes in there
Shakin they ass lookin for playas with dough to share
But that ain't me though
Before I trick on ya bussy baby
I'm outta the door
If you were looking for savings shawty
I'm not your hero
More like the guy that can take you where wanted to just look in my eye
Like you suppose to cold enough to froze ya
Talking bout that pimpin that you already been exposed to
Far from being sober let's travel into space while
Puffin on this yoda blowin like a light saber
Doin what the grown ups do
Be grateful that this game be bestowed up onto you
Those backstab men betrayed us advise don't listen to
Cause they front but they don't do what I do cause they will never ever be pimps
[Chorus]
O I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all
Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Killa Kyleon:]
Runnin back on that butterscotch
Got my paint lookin peppamint
Pull a pace in a pokas puffin that purple that's evident
Smell the scent I can see the moon and the stars through my evidence
Louie v don't see haters no focus cause they irrelevant
Comin through like the president
Wave at boppas and droppas
I let my trunk do the jump
And they flag us down and they stop us
Flock us like waka like tv shows they watch as you see these hoes
Mesmerized like khalifa
Pulled up in slab do you see these fours
This is ain't not time for dis purple
Drink do you see me pour
And my cook got them double stacks like that x
Do you see me roll
Paint wet like it's aroused
So high I can kiss the clouds
I roll up in sour flowers and smoke till I'm lookin yow
I'm stuck on this country shit
I'm southern just like the college
Neck bones cornbread candy yams and my greens colli
Crawlin just like a talla pradas pushin them pedals down
Jackas keep me in Magneto mode I keep that metal round
[Chorus]
[Spitta:]
I be obliged if you stepped outside
Smoking that bum ass shit bitch
You get no play in this ride
Butta soft high
They built many vettes after mine but I think they did it best in 89'
Idling at the red light mindin my business
Holdin my weed low with a slight crack in my windows
Playin all three of my mirrors
I ain't nervous
But I'm certain that them devils tryin to get me
Cause I'm swerving banging curbs
And they can't stand to see me with it
But it don't stop just provoke me
More to drop my top
Now be planetarium status
Flickin ashes in the big dippa
You ain't as high as me mista
I's screwin your sister
From a fifty foot distance
Now she missin caught up in a twista
Tropicana pour me up a glass of tang
Roll up some of that NASA mane
Yessir
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Motion"
(feat. Cornerboy P)

"Motion"
(feat. Cornerboy P)



[Intro: from "Super Fly"]
"Alright you seen the dice, now let me see your money"

[Hook: Curren$y]
Smelling like weed and Versace
Whips on blades like hockey skates
I already know them hoes watching
Niggas on side them they gon' hate
I ain't really worrying about them
This our time now, little homie gotta wait
Try to control your face
Hide your emotions, don't let everybody know it
Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion
Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling
(Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion)
Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling
Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion
Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling
Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion
Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Michael Corleone, presidential Rollie on
Closet full of Jordan, Foams, Penny Ones
What they want, type of shit they on
We sling dope 'around here, dope tracks ma
Dope boy rides I buy, five outside
Three at mom's crib, she start 'em every now and then
Underground, though the word is I'm getting kinda big
Me, Roddy, and Trade smoke hella J's with Puff n'em
Come out with, grew up with, blew up with these niggas
I was standing in the front black 6's
Taking pictures with our best bitches
Bottom mama, that money pirahna
Go deep in that water, before I eat another bitch whole body
I promise that I can tell you all about it
How the boy made a million, by spitting about chilling with his partners
Find me a lighter

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Cornerboy P]
We study long, study wrong
And shit, I got fast stocks to make sure my money long
Got paper, I'm getting to and got dollars I'm waiting on
They say life's a trip, but I don't see 'em on flights I'm on
Might see me in your city with bitches you're dying to fuck
I'm hopping out the kind of cars you wish you had keys for
Mother of pearl dial, double raw begetted up
Buy it, re-paint it, rim it up, you already know it's us
Who else riding this clean, or burning weed this strong
Making bitches leave home with their wedding rings off
Nigga JLR, from these hoes to these Raws
Know the life was just, only revolves around dough
And when they sense you getting rich, everybody plays you close
And I'm buying the same shit, tell me that I'm doing the most
{But I love the hard top, kinda like it when it's dry?}
They gon' hit me anyway, fuck 'em, thinking why not nigga, what

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Curren$y]
The flight was two and a half hours
From New Orleans to NYC
Car service brung me to the Trump Tower
Got this one cougar thing lounging - luxury housing
Divorce settlement, bitch came out big
Nice couches, love, condo had columns
Ain't have to say shit, body language spoke volumes
Did what we wanted, disappear before the morning
Text message when she rose
Let me know I got the best of her and she woke up horny
And at my earliest convenience she would want more
If only, I didn't have another flight to catch, it'd be fa sho
My clock froze on check out time
That means I always gotta go

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Motto"
(feat. Corner Boy P)

"Motto"
(feat. Corner Boy P)



[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day I'm a make sure that we straight
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Money and the power and a nice place to stay
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way

Cruisin' in my low rider I be vibin' to [?]
Groovy ass oldies is all I play
Playa ass tunes is all I make
Coolest nigga in the room who been getting the cake
See me in my box chevy we could [?]
No raggedy sounds ain't no rattling plates
Got it out the mud trapping off them mixtapes
You started happenin' overnight that was a mistake

Hustle all day I'm a make sure that we straight
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Money and the power and a nice place to stay
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way

[Corner Boy P:]
I got some brand new 6 by 9's in my car door
100 spokes Dayton cross laced triple gold
Candy dripping off it like a runny nose
Had two 10's and a beam I just got a 4
I be grinding for that money gotta heavy load
Same hustle same trap just got a better stove
All gas no breaks I'm running through them O's
I relapse in this bitch I'm finna pour a 4
Dapping for designer what my niggas on
My lil cousin doing 20 he just want a phone
For that money and that power be all in your home
I thank the Lord everyday I get to swing a pole

[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day I'm a make sure that we straight
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Money and the power and a nice place to stay
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way

What the fuck you thought
I been a boss since the start
Never falling off, sports cars racing movie stars
Grind hard, word to my dog Lito
Ferrari 430 in my South Beach clothes
Walking in the spot, standing on the couch
Valet parking lot 10 million dollars worth of drops
10 strong, we in playoff form
Going to the Finals, leaving suckas behind us
High off the finest vines when you find us
Never in your life will you find a crew like us
Watch me turn this batch into a Bentley
And I don't even need another Bentley, you feel me?

Hustle all day I'm a make sure that we straight
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Money and the power and a nice place to stay
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way
Every nigga with me feeling the same way
Every nigga with me living the same way

 

[fox69]

"Music N History"

"Music N History"


[Verse:]
Real estate skating on Daytons, glasshouse
Church like the congregation
Smoke one for the paper chasers, run it down
Count it up, everybody get a cut
Organized rhyme syndicate, shipping it 'cross seas
Boss keys start boss cars
Sedan like Star Wars
Low riders with the color bars, garage priceless
High as I get, it's surprising that I ever get to drive 'em
This joint I lit'll cost you a hundred dollars
We roll 'em up back to back, no problem
Hella options, haters watching
Plotting on the riches but the snipers caught 'em
At the fences, smoking killer in the trenches
It's a war going on in the streets said many
And you ain't gotta walk out ya crib to step in it

[Outro x2:]
Shit wicked, deserve a documentary
How we made money, made music, made history

 

[fox69]

"Music To Ride To"
(feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)

"Music To Ride To"
(feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)



[Intro - Curren$y:]
Them other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I (Verde Terrace)
Let me drag two more chairs out here with me
Niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Dressed like I got somewhere to go
But I'm just smokin' my trees, prolly sweep the patio
Thumb through a few magazines; Complex, Robb Report
Surf the internet, reserve some time at a Dubai resort
I'm on the grind, fool, I ain't a child no mo'
But I play the fuck outta thirsty ho
It ain't a game, it's the planes, brushing off my clothes
But ain't nothing on my back 'cept my wings, pardon me bro
As I make my way to the change, carve my place out in history
Get rich and stay the same, enclave
Palm tree shade, have kid
Happily raised, George Burning through my old age
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
Mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm double time on my hustle and on your bitches mind
It's that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other niggas try to do it ain't sounding like I
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my team, man I put that shit on g's
She love me when I met her, cussin' at me when I leave
Shit, she acting like those bills mad cheap
Girl, it cost to be the boss around this piece, can I breathe?
Cause all I do is grind, write rhymes and smoke weed
You know, burn down a tree
Tire marks as I burn down the street, take heed
When that money speak ain't life for free, but pretty as can be
From low class to living comfortably
All from being a beast on these beats
Smoking that loud pack as I creep, them plane-haters ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Them lame niggas ain't nothing like me
Trying to get a bite to eat, a plate for free, nigga please
I know cats who been grinding all week. Why sleep when that money on yo street?
I was taught to get cheddar in a hurry
You play checkers and get your ass buried, boy
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Same old shit, just a different day
New weed I'm twisting up, I break it down and lift me up, Jet Life
Nigga what? I'm high as fuck in the cut
Just chillin', count this paper up
You know the life of a villain, sport cars and women
Popping them polo collars, partner, all well denims
Over them Guccis no stunt that's how a nigga living, on g's
Bitch please, my paper peeling
Look I'm addicted to this shit and I can't fight the feeling
Still tryna to stack my dollars up from the floor to ceiling
Niggas hating on us, we ain't tripping off your feelings
365, 24/7, we making a killing spittin' the shit that we living
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"My Life Is A Movie"
(feat. Mr. Marcelo)

"My Life Is A Movie"
(feat. Mr. Marcelo)



[Hook x2:]
My life is a movie, so people be tuned in
Just to keep a close eye on what I'm doing
My life is a move, so people be wtching
Just to see if I still can get shit popping

[Verse 1 - Mr Marcelo:]
My life is a movie, so when I be movin'
People be watchin, haters be tuned in
When I be just cruisin', or I be just hangin'
Or chillin' with my homies, out smokin' and drinkin'
Sometimes I be thinkin', what If I wasn't who I am?
Would I still move crowds like I was Rakim?
Homie I get it poppin', like champagne bottles
And I stay fresh like a runway model
Women, I'll holler. Fella's, peace out
Tell them haters, keep my name up out they mouth
Cause I be on ice like beer at a picnic
Run up on brick, and you will get your death wish
I'm from a hell zone, where I'm well known
And I don't keep up with'em homie, I make the jones
I get my hustle on to keep my money right
And I ain't stunt'n on ya homie, I'm just living life

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Cinematic, front row action
Go blind looking at him, don't sit so close
All eye's on spitta, switch time zone's homes, on both coast's
Them sucka's don't really know, whoa!
Inform'em, warn'em, that we was 'bout to swarm'em, and bomb'em
Inevitable, I had to blow
Fuck who diddn't want to see it happen, life is a movie documentary, tho no actor's
Way to real, no scripts in here, live
They believe what ever they hear, lie's
Jive ass niggas, I don't need'em in my circle, they way to square
On the road to riches, 22 inches a spare
Sparking like road flare's, hault pimpen, who goes there?
Don't think you can blend in the the Jet Bredren
A symbol of Og, dope 93' Ac, Legend
Too big for one screen, we gon' need to merge at least about 3 ofthose together
Yeah...

[Hook]