Curren$y

[fox69]

"One For Da Wave"

"One For Da Wave"


Got my bitch she shot gun
A pizza and a cola
While she play her position in the mirror watching them rollers
And I'm smoking the potent
Driving roasted like it's stolen
On the road to the riches if you wonder where I'm goin
I make a fortune from flowing
It's gonna happen I know it
Fool I told you so
Don't be surprised cause I'm rollin
Few styles been stolen
Don't think that I haven't noticed
But a couple of nuggets ain't much to this fucking grower
I can get you some morer
This audio dope
I got what chu need plus way morer
Underneath the floorboards
I represent no love
Suckas get no love
Homie only no others he don't really know us
Momma have that rolled up before I roll over
Jet life best life
Good mornings wild nights
It's flashing lights
Racing stripes
If her head right
I got no problem booking her flight

 

[fox69]

"One Life"

"One Life"


[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Well, in these times, well at least to I
It's a whole lot of niggas trying to sound like
That's why I put the flow in a cocoon
Transform it into something new
Created my winter raps in June
Stored them in the vineyard, it'll be November when you hear em
I bought these J's in '99, you just seeing 'em now
You might see me on TV with 'em
Might see me in the streets conversating with killers
I was laid up poppin' bottles smoking loud with my bitches
I own planes to Vegas with Street Wiz and the Villain
Feelin' like it could all happen tonight
Roll the dice, if you scared turn the lights on
Thought we was all meetin' here
Where did all of these mice come from?
Stop tweeting babygirl, roll up, light somethin'
Monsta Beatz is in the speakers and I'm tryna write somethin'

[Hook: Curren$y]
One life we live, highed up
Everybody wishing they was us
It's easy to see
I, too, would wanna be the man with the pounds
And the million dollar plan

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Right quick, hit a quick right
In a Chevelle '72 Double-S with the stripes
I orchestrated this organization of niggas chasin' paper
Break a pound down, have a roundtable discussion
Like, 'I think the lil' homie fucking up'
Pull him to the side, get him right, I'm getting high
Tryna keep my profile low
Hoes digging after my gold, I'm on 'em though
Commando, Rambo, ammo
Rappefied aim at a lame nigga bitch like I'm sayin'
I'm finna roll, babygirl, you playin'
Fourteen inch [?] with the white walls on the Cutlass
With the suede buckets
Sold a Regal with the vouges and the mayonnaise mustard ties
My [?] like
'Who them new niggas?' She don't trust them guys
Watch 'em babygirl, you could be my extra set of eyes
It's treacherous and it's live

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"One More For Max"

"One More For Max"


You know we was going to hold Max down at all times right?
Don't sleep
They still got Max locked though
I keep the Wave flame thorough the speakers in my drop
Cut my sweatpants into shorts
My fresh Polo socks gleaming bright white
Against my corduroy house shoes
Sitting in the crib watching the news
[?]
But my homeboy still calling me outside
Wonder when could I out grow this
But I'm an OG now, I got young ones I got to show them
So the vicious cycle is now in motion
Live for it, die for it, all we know is
Steady growing, raking dough in
Preparing, encase the vultures coming for it
But still going forward
Never looking back
You could get tripped up like that
When you running to them stacks
Phone calls from my loved ones locked up told me that

 

[fox69]

"One More Time"

"One More Time"


Stones, stoned
Immaculate
Stoned
Jet life, jet life, jet life
Lo sweaters & better, bitch bring it on
Stacked enough cheddar to change the weather love, where we goin'?
Land into them coupes with the fine leather, 6 figure gas pedals
I got these broads under pressure, cause they been knowin'
See that nigga there? Year after year he top scorin'
How you want it? Them leers or them 7-87 boeings?
Wutchu doin'? Them roadsters tourin' editions with the tops on 'em
One thing's fo' sho, them J.L.R. boys be quick to drop on 'em
No hot soup for em', without warnin'
Either a nigga hella high, touchin' the clouds or the sky fallin'
I do this for my league money niggas and my home boys who not ballin'
Trill bitches know that I keep me a fifty tucked in my sock for em'
Roll up, hot box the Caprice out, make the block fog
Let 'em out, get back on my paper route, stack house
Keep that shit bumpin' like a drive-through crack house
Rap hustlin' she wait for em', to come inside, so I could smash out
Love, roll the weed up, let your head down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more, turn
Wait, turn around one more, turn
Let your head down, shut the blinds
Wait, turn around one more, turn
Put your head down, shut the blinds
Couple years ago one, turn around
Put your head down, shut the blinds
Couple years ago wait, turn around, one more time
Wait up, let your head down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time
Roll the weed up, let your hair down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time
Love
Roll the weed up, let your hair down, shut the blinds
Cut the music up, wait, turn around one more time
Love
Jet life, jet life
Love
Jet life, jet life
Love
Shut the blinds
One more time

 

[fox69]

"Only Concern"

"Only Concern"


Checking on this paper is my only concern
Checking on that fetti is my only concern
It's my only concern
Gold Daytons on the ice cream truck
Pull up in that mother fucker like Big Worm
Checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Checking on this paper is my only concern
Pulled up in my lowrider
Hit the switch lay my Chevy down like Big Worm
Nigga, checking on this (scratch?) is my only concern
I said checking on this paper is my only concern
It's my only concern it's my only concern
Bitch, checking this (scratch?) is my only concern
Nigga, checking on this paper is my only concern
Hoe, checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Five chains on my BBC tee look at me
I'm stuntin effortlessly pepper and season on beef
A veteran in the industry known for keeping it G
Chevy clean on [?] yea probably be
Spitta hittin switches rollin with an OZ
High grade only smoking under palm trees
Plotted on taking the block purchasing stock
Stacked and still splurged on a watch fuck it why not
You always in your house nigga we out looking for paper bitch what that about
Nigga smoother than silk slick as a perm (under the [?])
Get mine jump back in the line and take your turn yea
Gold Daytons on the ice cream truck
Pull up in that mother fucker like Big Worm
Checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Checking on this paper is my only concern
Pulled up in my lowrider
Hit the switch lay my Chevy down like Big Worm
Checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern
Checking on this paper is my only concern
It's my only concern it's my only concern
Nigga, checking on this money is my only concern
Bitch, checking on this paper is my only concern
Hoe, checking on the (scratch?) is my only concern yea
(Naw that's it that's it
Parking lot music
This that shit you wished they played in the club but they don't
You gotta play it in the parking lot
When the hoes walking out
When you doing your stunt laps
All in front the club 2MPH, windows cracked, seeing what you can see, being seen
Yea I know I know ight)

 

[fox69]

"Open House"

"Open House"


My bathtub lift up my walls do a 360
Hot Spitta visionary from the crescent city
Wallabee clarks blowing cream crispy
Shout out to Tony Starks you influenced me immensely
Niggas tried to rob me out my place in history
That's why its meant for me to put these mini me's out of they misery
Barking mindy nikes bmx bikes
Grown child big kid this is my life
I went left and it seems that decision was right
Cause my buzz so loud you can hear it in your sleep at night
It ain't even been a month yet
Mutha-fuckin niggas is back J-E-Ts
Curren$y Da Hot Spitta spread love every four weeks
Still hotter than poppa bears porridge
Still got the 63' drop top in storage
I'm a pull it out when the weather get gorgeous
And smoke out with the pedal to the floor on it
Niggas throwing salt I'm ignoring it
Hot Spitta standing in his own dookie he is on his shit

Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it

And I almost forgot...

My name is in the streets...

And my name...

Is my name...

 

[fox69]

"Opening Credits"

"Opening Credits"


It was right around the time
I thought, I had to move back with my moms
I had to sell my first lowrider
Half way to the top
With the sleep
Woke up at the bottom
They turned off my lights
I lit candles and I plotted
Got it before
Getting it again shouldn't be a problem
Every month dropped something
Then ended up in Double X-L
Put a nigga on the cover
Made the freshmen ten like a year before my brother Wiz
Rap hustling and we rocked there what we win
Then I tried to start to start a bidness with Damon
Charged that to the game, learned some thangs
I thought I earned some change
But fuck it mayne, it's all the same
I'd live the same life again
If it don't kill ya
It'd just make you realer
Stepping into the house shoes of a big wheeler
Always wrote my own rules
This jet life nigga
Remembering when I couldn't smoke in the buildings
Now the executives is dancing on the ceiling
I've been moving around, moving around trying to get it

 

[fox69]

"Outro"

"Outro"


[Curren$y:]
Yup, right back at it
Still smoking
It was good dippin' with y'all man, I can't lie
We all got high, we all laughed, we all cried
Don't tell nobody, if they weren't here, fuck em'
Hahaha
One time for the lifers
Also, let me let you know, 2009 is on the way fo' sho'
Smoke one for the whole Taylor Gang
Everything in motion fo' sho'
Month after month
And we still gon' bring through what you want
Audio kilo's in the trunk
Check it out, I was dippin' the other day in my 65
I was in my Eastside 65 on them gold 13's
But I was way on the West Bank
And I ran into my homeboy
I hadn't seen him in a minute
But we got volume's and volume's and classics when it comes to this rap shit
If you've been fucking with me, like you say you fuck with me
So when I say Street Wiz, you should know
That you in high class company
I could talk about it, or I could just let him get in here
[Street Wiz:]
One, two, two into the three
Street Wizzy still up in my fresh JET
High, rollin' to the Cali best you can breathe
See me steady surfing on the beach in [?]
All of my [?], say pardon my 23's
I been up butter running, I'm fresh and I'm hella clean
Put on that pedal shit, imagine that coke freeze
All 'bout the money grips, I'm sipping that purple lean
I could make money flip, you know I'm a trap king
Still in my two step, I'm still with this rap swing
Biotch
City of Compton

 

[fox69]

"Over The Building"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"Over The Building"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



[Hook:]
I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear,
Weed in my grinder, mine on a million
Taylor gang on the planes, you know we over the building,
If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya
If you reconize game, I should be looking familiar,
If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya
If you reconize a G, I should be lookin familiar,
[Verse 1:]
Party and chillin and fast livin how I'm suppose too,
Not the choices given, I chose too,
Leave the club with a couple of hoes who,
Love to smoke trees, rolling it e-z widers,
Paper maintain a low speed, now should I proceed,
Come from a city where niggas ain't got a lot,
But got it locked, so I be low key,
Money, hoes, clothes is all a nigga knows,
Don't bring enough I blow it by the O,
I hit the road, cause shit is exactly how it seems,
Why cat's been sleeping on me I been livin out my dream,
The marijuana is loud but my sorroundings are soreem,
I'm laughin and smoking hoping my camera catch the scene,
Fresh up out the plane, flick another paper,
Shorty wanna ride with me as bad as I wanna taker her,
Put you in demand bitches taking flicks with the planes,
And send them to their friends,
Weed the grind mine on a million, and we over the building
[Hook:]
I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear,
Weed in my grinder, mine on a million
Taylor gang on the planes, you know we over the building,
If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya
If you reconize game, I should be looking familiar,
If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya
If you reconize a G, I should be lookin familiar,
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And I'm livin like a balla Loc,
I'm having money and blowing hella chronic smoke,
Did we just become best friends with these hoes,
On a boat well, probably so but we don't love them no,
Only can cake causes my heart to palpitate darling,
Clean that money keep this dirty ball revolving,
No pausing, I get too high to have downtime,
No matter what your watch say nigga it's my time,
I hear them critics right now "all them fools make is weed songs" blah blah blah,
You sound like a sucka, tune ya out,
As I'm tuning up my Chevelle, this weekend I'm a pull it out,
Lay some rubber down, slanging rocks everywhere, people mad as a mothafucka,
But he jet connected, so they know they can't touch em,
Airborn from here on, been sworn in,
Fat pockets, cause I took chance even when they were slim
[Hook:]
I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear,
Weed in my grinder, mine on a million
Taylor gang on the planes, you know we over the building,
If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya
If you reconize game, I should be looking familiar,
If they ask me how fly, I'm a tell ya
If you reconize a G, I should be lookin familiar

 

[fox69]

"Ownership"

"Ownership"


Weed and Instrumentals 2
Uh, 93 octane to get my mind right
68 wrap frame hoe and it's outside
Every day for the cake nigga this Jet Life
Rolled on you, before you got a chance to ride
I've done it for my side, same as every time
Ten toes down, but a nigga sky high
Eyes low, but I'm watching profits
Portraits of dead presidents
There's large face, dollars in my wallet
I represent, every where, I lay it down for my partners
Grew up how I grew up, they been to places I've been
Look out boy on the porch of the crack houses
To the mansions with the Porsche's, four door [?] squatting
In and out of shit, no time to think about it
Hesitating and them niggas on the way to take it
Since you playin', niggas will show you who to play with'
I done fucked around, made the Bentley my everyday whip
Wraith for the weekend, Ferrari my holiday pick
Rollin' joints on the ownership papers for all of my shits
Sorry, but I'm really not sorry
I done killed it, buried it and built a fucking house on it
Weed and Instrumentals
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life nigga yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life nigga yeah