Curren$y

[fox69]

"My Man"

"My Man"


Thousand dollar umbrellas in the dope jams my man
Coolest nigga on the off land my man
40 yard dash in soft sand my man
Laying up with either hand, ambidextrous
Signing when I get them checks, bitch
Collect whips, driveway sick
You should check it various carriages
I just added to the list my man
69 Camaro and a Nova that I had to get my man
Rap money extravagance vacuum-sealed packages
Madness, ocean growing lettuce and cabbages
Smoking weed with the baddest one of my good habits
Sprinkling game on these tracks a nigga so good
Added your hoes frozen looking at it
As I drove past with my man
I got that drive in my eyes they see the passion
They come to see me in their high ass fashion
Designer panties get sneered to the side when I'm smashing
I wore my flooded Cuban for a chain reaction my man
Bathing Ape sweats neck in pomegranate my man
Watching Knot's Landing haters can't stand it my man
They can't box me in because I'm outstanding my man

One of the highest and the flyest niggas on the planet [x5]
Jet life

 

[fox69]

"N.F.A.C."

"N.F.A.C."


Day by day, we realize
Crime pays
More than 99 ways
Hunnid (hundred) proof anything I say (anything I say)
100 coupes, we come through you make way (you make way)
100 troops in Dickies suits, you'll be amazed (you'll be amazed)
At how well the game played
It's JETS everyday
Crew not fucking around mayne - it's ball-game
Crew not fucking around mayne - it's ball-game
Images vivid, mental pictures
Picket fences, 12 cylinders
Exotic women
Dat money got me trippin'
Daredevil diamond angel pendants
Star-studded vineyards
Top dogs in attendance
Luxurious cars parked in front the buildings
From my cell-phone I start my engine
Quentin Tarantino screen-written how I'm spittin'
Smoking pictures, moving movements
Movement is getting bigger
1 of the livest niggas living until them suckas try to kill him
Even if they did my spirit would still...
Ride on dem niggas
You can't hide from the realest
Corporation never ending
Day by day, we realize
Crime pays
More than 99 ways
Hunnid (hundred) proof anything I say (anything I say)
100 coupes, we come through you make way (you make way)
100 troops in Dickies suits, you'll be amazed (you'll be amazed)
At how well the game played
It's JETS everyday
Crew not fucking around mayne - it's ball-game
Crew not fucking around mayne - that's y'all playing
Crew not fucking around mayne - it's ball-game
Crew not fucking around mayne - that's y'all playing
Undefeated like my sweats - untouchable rep
Underrated, over hated - fuck 'em
I'm a JET

 

[fox69]

"N.O. Shit"

"N.O. Shit"


It's not what you know, it's what you can prove
And I can so prove, that I'm better than you
Sweater, neck crew
Fuck your dress code, let the Jets through
Smelling like, medical
See it my way, life from a better view, loser
Living life, not making moves - vegetable
Might as well be dead
Redline in the old school
Classy, call that museum riding
Yeah, fuck you thought
I fell off?, Nah, I fell back
Countach put the doors up
Call the weed man and a couple hoes up
Shooting pool...
Thinking 'bout when pops used to bring be to the barber shop
That was cool...
Bumping smokey, '84 Grand National rolling
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
Jack the Caribbean Queen from Billy Ocean
Bring her back before the nigga even notice
Smooth sails...
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea
Smooth sails...
Spitta prevail and these counterfeit niggas fail, yea

All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit
All I know is sleepin' with one eye open, That N.O shit

 

[fox69]

"New Day"

"New Day"


I would be pleased if you rolled my weed
Because I'm sober as a cobra
I'm sitting on the floor, you on the sofa massaging my shoulders
Only me and you and none of my homies coming over
Cause I already called and told them we'll be local until the morning
Pouring up mimosa, Tropicana and Don P
You drunk and full of weed and on E and horny and on me
I got that knockout, I beat it up until you fall asleep
Your home-girl been in these sheets before
Don't act like she ain't told you in the streets
He cool and calm but in the bed he so controlling
Said I'm something serious, and that's what got you curious
Your eyes are the windows to your inner thoughts
And darling, you got your curtains drawn back and your blinds up
Now I know there's nothing running through your mind
Beside the thought of pulling your thong to the side and letting me behind ya
Got a handful of that pretty hair and I hope it's yours
Cause I'm gon be pulling on it like it's tug of war
Bout' to fall from the bed to the floor
Tomorrow both of us will be sore, that's for sure
But I hope you ain't to hurt to fuck once more
And before we knew it, last night done turned into a...

 

[fox69]

"New Jet City"

"New Jet City"


[Intro:]
This is the fruit of our hard work
The belief in the entrepreneur spirit
The new American dream
A toast
A toast to my family, life, till death
[Verse:]
Uh, I wrote this sitting in the back
Of that triple black with the picnic tables
Twisting up a sack, my Cuban link cables prove I'm in the majors
A prime time playa', high quality rhymes
Earn these wages allowing me to make wagers double your life savings
We on yacht's waving
Champagne cases, cocaine traces found
Seeping from the speakers when the bass kick
Hella baked dropping these tapes, raking cakes in
Millions my nigga, keep that under like the basement
Engine running on that spaceship
She sexy like a woman, speeding like a bullet, don't pull up to it
I bet you want race it, I went to class with a craftsman who made this
Upper class shit, fresher than mince
At the event, I'm a king, sonning these rappers, I make you a prince
New Jet City, ya
Uh, to stand in front this money train doesn't make sense
I never hustled with no lame's, why would I begin?
I'm surviving in the game where many don't win
But loser ain't my name mane', that's one of them
I'm gripping woodgrain, got a journal full of shrimp
Listening to Max B, wishing he was free
But he not, so we smoke a whole ounce for Gang Green
Jet Life motherfucker we the A-Team
No van that's a Lamb, lift them wings
There's a difference between a plan and a scheme
Make sure your crew all true to the same things
New Jet City

 

[fox69]

"New Orleans State Of Mind"

"New Orleans State Of Mind"


My New Olreans state of mind
My New Olreans state of mind
My New Olreans state of mind
My New Olreans state of mind
Uh
My New Olreans state of mind
Got me lookin' over my shoulder every time I walk to the ride
We know homicide lurks outside
What's fucked up is sometimes it's an inside job
My New Olreans state of mind be advised
My New Olreans state of mind got me feeling like Nas
When he wrote Hate Me Now
I rise above negativities lighting my sticky trees
Then proceed to live out my dreams
That new Maybach is not make believe
They thought about G's when they constructed these, fit for a King
I drizzled diamonds on that Queen
Topic of discussion even if I'm not on the scene
And that's a good and bad thing in New Orleans
Small city, big dreams
Big misunderstanding over small things
My New Olreans state of mind
My New Olreans state of mind
Got me always getting high to ease my mind, shit
My New Olreans state of mind
Got me drinking thinking bout homies who died
My New Olreans state of mind
Trying not to cry
My New Olreans state of mind

 

[fox69]

"New Program"
(feat. Young Roddy)

"New Program"
(feat. Young Roddy)



[Intro:]
Time's like these people wanna get high
Real high and real fast
And this is gonna do it
And make us rich
[Verse: Young Roddy]
Until I make that double X.L., them critics tell me I ain't nice
Said I ain't doing it right until I cop myself some ice
But I'm a blood diamond, either way I shine bright
I break bread with my family, even if it was a slice
But I'm working on my loaf, being broke ain't no joke
Before this rap shit I used to hit the flyest hoes
Way before this rap shit my good game been Polo
And they tell my I ain't shit until I'm sitting on twenty-four's
Ain't that cold, getting whipped over with a trunk full of O's
He on his last leg, three strikes plus parole
That's just another story 'bout a kid who tryna' blow
No Bruce Leroy but bet this ghetto boy glow
And I'm the people's choice, bet I make 'em pass the torch
The ball in my court, free my niggas who got court
I'm riding on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
You know, us against the world, me and my girl, and I'm out
[?]

 

[fox69]

"Nights Like This"

"Nights Like This"


[Intro]
[Hook:]
Nights like This I Wish
To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch
In the city burning killer with a bitch
Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit [x2]
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I'm
Creeping up on ya' bending corners
That reefer aroma, strong as ammonia
But we keep it on us
Niggas is no longer important
You had your moment
But we still smoking
Season is open on duck ass niggas who don't know what the code is
If the g's brung' you up then you would have known this
Now witness the coldest
Now I'm rolling my own shit
Ownership, owning this, owning that
Park them cars in the back cause them hoes know your whip
Identified by what you drive
The streets don't have a face but it has ears and eyes
And sharp muhfuking teeth it will eat your ass alive
Living dangerously high this hustle is a drug
This game is a bitch the only one I love
[Verse 2 - Rich Boy:]
Yup, yup. I'm in a stupid clean Chevy, whole top glassed out
Me & Spitta hopped off in a super sport & smashed out
Catch me on the next flight, high, living that Jet Life
My pockets got an appetite that make the pussy pop tonight
Loud pack bought a pound at the Jet Lounge
Hater running all about my trunk shaking the whole ground
I'm in the city, burning killa with a bitch
Drop the top & make a wish, roll it up & get them chips
Big wheels, deep dish, painted with the chrome lip
Purple, what I pour sip, shake that ass & make it flip
Wasn't for them dollars, big paper, burning wheels
She took it all off, everything except them heels
I got a pint & I'm bout to pop the seal off it
She like that action, I'm a pass around & let her toss it
Now what you know about the classics with the motor in it?
454's, Superchargers with rubber spinning
Pimp tight, dirty Sprite, LED headlights
The way she bounce it up & down, be outta sight
Burning paper, back to back, on that foreign smoke
We taking off, so take a seat, now have a toast
Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm a ball & I'm a score
I'm a get that dough & after that I'm a fuck a ho
Put me in the game, let me show you how to do this shit
Diamonds gripping up against wheel when I hit the strip [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Tiny C:]
Uh, Oh Gees Niggas ain't Fucking With My Team
I made It past 25 so I'm a OG
Once I Clear a Million Dollars I'm Pass The Blow the Whole P
Ridin' Brand New Seats still covered in Plastic
Rims with the beat I call that a Mix and Master
Closer too my dreams when they come to getting Gwopale
Bet that I throw it, you can hear me from a block away
4-12's in the trunk, got the chevy beating stupid
Thinking should I Four door it today or should I coupé it
New or old school it
The Homies in the Hood say I be fooling
Three Eighty Three stroker on gangsters I be moving
Posi-Pazzi in the rear equipped with the dual exhaust
Pull up on me at the Lights and you gone take a Loss
Cause where I come from its Survival of the Fittest
Long Beach, East Side all I move with is Hittas
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"No Squares"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"No Squares"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Battle axe rap swingin' like 84 elbows
On the H-Town slab Cadillac Eldo
Spokes pokin I should be the "weed
Don't stop me from workin" spokesperson cause I get it in
Stoned, active like a sober person runnin
Rather have my feet hurtin than my pockets
I chase that money down like it said somethin' bout my mama
I chase that money down like I think it took my wallet
I chase that money down like it key scratched my impala
I chase that money down pile it up and climb on top it
Trill nigga mountain at the summit countin' hunneds
You try and take me from it you gone plummet to the bottom
If there was a winning contest then I did won it, done it
Bossed up playa don't do much but kick it I'm a punter
No pun intended I'm a stunner
Brung the Lamb to the motor cross ramp like fuck it
I'm a jump it, officer love muffin
It should be a crime how you lockin' down that bitch
But the girl mine
Said she wouldn't do it again for the third time
Figured you realize at some point that the girl lyin'
Either you blind or you don't mind
Either way I'd never hustle with yo kind
Cause we'd never get no bread, you too scared
Pimpin this the 3rd installment, what you sayin

[Hook:]
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
Ain't been like none of them niggas as far as I can remember
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
They was payin them bitches, I was payin attention

[Verse 2 - Spitta:]
I do it for myself, not for them bitches
They just included with this good living
I'm paid for making music with my niggas
Been doing this and never even showed by who or his, now who the shit?
Jet Life, started the reeforlution
Cain't call it, I'm just doing what my old heads was doing
And I'm privileged to have seen them start movements
Behaving in the wild fashion, acting unruly
OG, so it take a double O to school me
That [?] somethings still a [?] might put them on some game, truly dog
In the fast lane cruising, go around me
I'm riding to my music, slowing down to some Sade on the doubie
Overtaking your position and it won't be much to me
Took your championship cup and I filled it with a smoothie
With my feet kicked up, take my picture
If looks could kill, your family would sue me
I'm that nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm rolling up an insane amount of smoke
Diamonds all up in the chain around my throat
Telling me that I should change, it's all I know
I live the dream of private planes and piles of dough
Tatted on my face 'cause that's what I believe in
Make sure they know it's TGOD when they see me
We was broke but know we getting used to bread
Versace on and watching my medusa heads
You niggas looking hungry, you could use some bread
You niggas need security, you could use a craig
My young niggas slanging where them users is
I'm from Pistolvania where them shooters is
Dressing like a hippy, drinking gin straight
Heard they money funny, bitch I been straight
Hundred for them bottles, spending 10 straight
Me and Spitta got the template

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Not A Crumb"

"Not A Crumb"


Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah

Sorry for the Wraith I pulled up laced
Dressed really fresh I don't do release dates
If I want it right now nigga I don't wait
Money to the sky, hoe I don't play
And I couldn't see it going any other way, let us pray
That we continue touchin' money put enough away
53 to the menu so much shit in my right way
Ballin' like a so loud but I did it my way
Broke it down like a brick, what I did for sure
Split it up amongst the fam now we all spending dough
Bitch I'm the score, served and spent a stack on the gold [?] from solid gold to kilo

Celebrate every night the money come
You see we party every night we always hustlin'
My nigga you were sleepin' when we turn the oven on
So when we cut the cake don't you be expectin' nothin' not a crumb

Pink diamonds and the Rolex
Rosé Champagne on my [?]
[?] if I gang bang I'm a new to the coupes in the fast lane
[?] until you be the man
Stay in the house ruth in the ceiling fan
I had it all Mac calls, Mac calls
Process of the come up, had a few drawbacks
Small thing to a giant
My whole crew [?] we ain't even gotta tell you where we show the body
Little boy we making bumper cars out them Maseratis
My new machine making 'em nervous
They don't know what to do around me
Them bitches flirtin', them niggas watchin'

Celebrate every night the money come
You see we party every night we always hustlin'
And nigga you were sleepin' when we turn the oven on
So when we cut the cake don't you be expectin' nothin' not a crumb