Curren$y

[fox69]

"Paper"

"Paper"


Yeah
La di da da
La do da da
Yeah had it right on site... right here

Bought a '65 Eldorado on sight
Interior cleaner than Clorox
Slanted on forgiatos the same night
Text your bitch like lil' mama I'm outside
Nigga you know she for sure gone ride
6 drugs got her rolling like a motorbike
Bitch popping like a wheelie hold on tight
She excited to have a real player in her life
She did it all in my car
She left her bra in my car
Acting like a main stage lady like I had a titty bar in my car
Porn star in my car
Bring her back to you like a rented suburban that me and my dogs smoked herb and swerved in
Cold game but I had to play
When I learned how much the winners get paid
Get money nigga what you say huh!

Paper paper paper
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What's it all about
Roll it up on paper
Write it down on paper
Turn that into paper
Spend that on a scraper
Aim it like a lazer
Fire at a hater
Talking bout paper

I bought the rolls Royce on site
And if I talk about it too much I already apologize
I said sorry but they still mad stunt harder
Hit the crib with the expansion garage larger
Made room for the '75 with the targa
Top, But it won't stop nigga never falling
Off cause I'm the plug like I'm the charger
Plotting to have all this or own part of
Any money mission that was well thought of it
Heist every night rough Sketches at breakfast
By lunch time we'll have it all perfected
Execute at night fall
We all eat dinner fit for kings at the Players ball
Another jooks Another trout on the hook
Who's shit finna get took
What I'm talking bout

Paper paper paper
What I'm talking bout
Paper paper paper
What's it all about
Roll it up on paper
Write it down on paper
Turn that into paper
Spend that on a scraper
Aim it like a lazer
Fire at a hater
Talking bout paper

This that 1987 Miami vice
Boats on Biscayne bay type shit
This that Sonny Crockett in over his head type shit
Sharks in the water type shit
Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Paper Bagz"
(feat. Top Gunz & Young Roddy)

"Paper Bagz"
(feat. Top Gunz & Young Roddy)



[Verse 1:?]
Jackboys badly wanna jack me
You know I keep smacking bundles right where the stacks be
Going hard, running that raw like a track meet
You know I ain't got a fucking mile on a rap sheet
But I'm still that rapper, who's a well known trapper
And blows money because he's one hell of a bachelor
Hauling and ball-hogging, why try to match him?
I mustard the flow, y'all still trying to catch up
Whip the soft white like a jar of that mayo
Packaging fishscale, with my digital that make you spit a earl
You get the [?], little girl in your world
The white I get out the pipeline, light as a pearl
American Gangster, killer city, Tookie Williams
Y'all beef and jawjack, we just shoot to kill 'em
On a mission and a nigga ain't stopping me
Trying to invest and gets some niggas front property

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Too many flavors to ever be duplicated
That's why the ladies get so elated every time they see me
Louie V. beanie, Countach Lamborghini
With a couple of Swedish sweeties rocking string-bean bikinis
Try to pull me over for speeding, I will be leaving
Shawty give me head, in her mouth I will be skeeting
I'm in Italy meeting with models I will be sleeping
Will probably do three of four of those in the evening
After that I'm leaving, back to the United States
Ol' ass Chevy, brand new paper plates
I'm trying to be a star like the side of my Bathing Apes
I'm headed to the bar, everybody get a taste
Sipping that red wine, smoking them grape vines
Taking pictures for my niggas who off in them cell blocks doing that fed time
Just to show 'em what I'm living what I'm saying in my rhymes

[Verse 3 - Street Wiz:]
It's high tech, why yes, rhyme veterans
Statutory raping hot tracks, flame [?]
I'm a keep it coming like some weather never letting up
You shutting up because your girlfriend, I wet it up
I'm clever but the magician running with me crazy
Them fast [?] got me switching out the windows lately
My game tighter than your vision
At first you thought you saw him for a second, now you missing
And I'm a real pimp, in your dreams, it's realer than it seems
I'm twilight zone and you missing in between
Check, it's non-stop, tick-tock in attendance
If money is the object than I'm starring in the scrimmage
Running back the intercept, scoring every minute
I'm rolling coast-to-coast, chiefing on spinach
5950 fine brimmer
Snapshots of the ladies of [?] I be [?] in the winter
The hottest click of the summer
Fly boy pimping sky high when you look up
Bitch catching whiplash, the magic got her shook up
Admire how I'm playing my cards, the green trap star
Plush with the lyrics how I'm lacing these bars

[Verse 4 - Young Roddy:]
I used to have a hood rat, now I've got a boss bitch
Started with small cash, now I stack large chips
I had a small gun, but I kept a large clip
A team of gorillas to make them niggas forfeit
And I ain't never had shit, was hungry like an orphan
God damn right, I risk my life to make a fortune
I switched my hustle and now a nigga banking
Shit, and all the weed smoke had a nigga stanking
The [?] held me down like an anchor
I'm from a spot where they hide crack by they anus
It's getting hard to live, you know how the block go
I love my mom to death for playing my pop's role
And every other day, a nigga [?] from the cops, yo
We bust back when them cats let them shots go
And now I'm making major cash
It feel good to get my money back in paper bags

 

[fox69]

"Paper Doe"
(with T.Y.)

"Paper Doe"
(with T.Y.)



[x4:]
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though

[Curren$y:]
Showed up to collect
Showed up out of respect
Showed up for the check
Put it down and I left with a whole lot
Nigga if you didn't know about it then you know now
Jet Life homie too high for you to hold down
Talk about the money 'cause I get a whole lot
My nigga name buzzin' so I give him more now
I was a youngin playing Jay-Z instrumentals so loud
In my room tryna pen my lyrics with my door locked
OG in the game [?]
Own strain of weed own clothing line
Give me mine

[x4:]
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though

[T.Y.:]
I kick a door down let me in this bitch my nigga
Only feel that I need is to get rich my nigga
Heard you went to jail now you startin' to snitch my nigga
I get that paper then I split it with my niggas
I flooded my pocket with big faces
Lemon head diamonds looking like you could taste it
Its just the dash in my ride add the flavor
Never put my self around a nigga that's be hating
Lacing, dope on the track every time
I came through they knew I was gon' put it down
Like my weed, I'm the bomb
Model bitches on my line
I'm ahead of my time
Man on the come up, T.Y

[x4:]
Gotta get that paper though
Gotta get that paper though

 

[fox69]

"Papers"

"Papers"


Paper on top of papers, stack papers some more
Look or places to put it like where this gon' go?
Floatin', creatin', changin' like switchin' up clothes
Once they bite our styles, we done want 'em no more
Paper on top of papers, stack papers some more
Look or places to put it like where this gon' go?
Floatin', creatin', changin' like switchin' up clothes
Once they bite our styles, we done want 'em no more

Sick, all my life they got me sick
I can't get after the grip with all 'em on my dick
I can't quit, I got some more 'bout to purchase this
I hit my wrist up, lit my shit up, 50 clips
That's your beamer on my wrist, homie and that ain't it
I tell my youngin' how I got all this, they learned it quick
I see 'em swingin' 'round 'em corners in all kind of shit
Now I'm him, top dog in the yard when I walk in
It's like the whole earth pause
Against the physics laws, niggas livin' large
Germ's lit, fattest Cuban cigars, you thought you seen it all

Paper on top of papers, stack papers some more
Look or places to put it like where this gon' go?
Floatin', creatin', changin' like switchin' up clothes
Once they bite our styles, we done want 'em no more

 

[fox69]

"Parking Lot Pimps"
(feat. Curren$y & Young Roddy)

"Parking Lot Pimps"
(feat. Curren$y & Young Roddy)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Sunday night ridin', got my bitch drivin'
I'm passenger side in somethin' look like it's flying
Audio dope on the stove like a fryin' pan
I can get you more, what you want long as you buyin' it
Haters they be eyeing them, we don't pay no mind to them
Designer send me looks, you gon have to stand in line for this
You off in the club ballin' out while I'm outside of it
Three wheel motion sun roof open with my partner and them
When your girl saw me slide she died to get in
And live that Jet Life momma told you kill yaself kid
I lit the doobie then I slid with her
Baddest bitch in the party I didn't have to go in to get her
[Hook x4:]
Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And I stay lifted off that dojier, in my 4 do' rollin'
Outchea tryna get it bitch I'm tryna make a fortune
Headed for that money bitch stop askin' where I'm goin'
Cause you ain't got no business, being up in my business
First car was a wide body was too small to get in it
First bitch was a bad bitch tried to share that ho with my nigga
I got his girl buyin' J's for me nigga real talk I'm pimpin'
I do this shit for my niggas bitch I do this shit for my niggas
Long night with that trap life shit I might as well smoke something
Was way too young to even hit the club shit I might as well post up
Lil nigga big business make her exit out 'fore she entered
I'm leanin' on my whip hun her friend tryna get in it
Work
[Hook x4]

 

[fox69]

"Paternity Test"

"Paternity Test"


One day I was chillin in the crib
Rocking the ps3
Until the telephone rang
Disrupting my game
Now I reaching for the phone
Wondering who it could be
Look at the caller id
Never seen this number before
But I answered the bitch anyways
Hello
The man on the other end said good even
Is this with the franklin with whom I'm speakin
And I said yes indeed it is
Now pardon my french who the fuck is this
My name is bryce and excuse me bro
But I'm calling on behalf of the maury show
See julie jessing gave birth too a daughter
And submitted your name as the definate father
We think paternity tests are in order
If you want bro we'll fly you out tomorrow
And I said yes I'll hop in that jet
To come out there and prove my point
Cause if you know me you know no poking
Unless I got a magnum on my joint
Now I'm having sex flashback
Indestruct
I remember that night when the condom bust
Time past since then and it been about 12 months
How many months is the child
Three?
FUCK
That sound but right
First I thought that I wasn't but now I think I might
Be raising a little girl
Butterflies on the flight
Spitta welcome too the real world
Tire screechin
Plane is landing
Trying not to think about what's happenin
Checked into my hotel room
And lit a fat one
Watching cartoons but a nigga wasn't laughin
Cause my mind is elsewhere
Front desk called said the limos downstairs
Too bring me too the set where there tapin the show
Now I'm in the green room pacin the floor'
When they call me out to the stage
The woman in the crowd all look at me with hate
The men look at me with expressions that say
Damn young star hope it all go your way
Htye put pictures of me and the baby
Side by side
The crowd sighed when they
Saw how much we look alike
Even maury said we had the same eyes
Funny how one night can rearrange a whole life
Took a commercial break
And came back
An assistant dropped a folder in his lap
He pulls out a envelop and holds it up
Says these are the results
And then the crowd hushed
Suspense was building in the buildin
I hope my parents is ready for grand children
Cause I just might have one to give them
Cause if it's my baby I'm going to man up
Pilgrim
The test results are unfolded
He lowers his brow
As he looks over
Looks up grinnin
And says relax pimpin
The bitch lyin that ain't you

(BABY)
(That is not my B-A-B-Y
Not my B-A-B-Y) [x3]

Shawty you can take it too maury I'm not claiming a
BABY BABY

 

[fox69]

"Pay Attention"

"Pay Attention"


[Verse 1:]
14 karat gold bathroom fixtures
Medusa faces on my pillow cases, this is living
Sucker niggas wanna see it ended
Last straw must have been when they heard about that Bentley
Damn dog, I was just chilling
Fools had loot before me, I ain't wanna kill now
Fuck wrong with going to get it?
Y'all got me twisted, I worked hard for this shit
I got it, I ain't hiding it, riding 'round got my joint lit
A Vick of that OG in the Louie bag, I'm a boss, bitch
Them suckers ain't like us, they ain't jets, hardly
Not cool partially, they totally off key
You can call me Mr. Mo G's
Cause I stack them up like 10 stories
Applaud these moves I made that got me paid
I know what it is, the lights used to get turned off in my crib
Shook that shit off, destroy, rebuild, I'm a boss
And the Lifers gon' get high to this shit
Count a million in the vault, listen to the Jet laws
[Hook:]
See niggas coming for me and my diamonds when they glisten
Now pay attention
Jet Life Life...
[Verse 2:]
I peeped the weakness in the rap game and sold it
Handing in that Porsche Carrera like it's fucking stolen
Told the man in the mirror, "You's a fucking cold blooded nigga"
Igloo, my whole crew a bunch of eskimos in here
Flow cold, I can make a polar bear shiver
Haters got the tight face, looking Joan Rivers
They all upset, no seats on the jet
Them hoes ain't walking home with' ya
They only on you when you on nigga
That's game from a OG, these ain't songs
Nigga this Spitta, no country for quitters
My mind on a million, my hands on the wheel
I'm on the road to the riches
And I'm playing my mirrors
[Hook x3]

 

[fox69]

"Pay Me Know"

"Pay Me Know"


[Hook:]
You can pay me now (F.S. Jets)
You can pay me now (cut the fuckin' check)
You can pay me now (F.S. Jets)
You can pay me now (Where haven't we been yet)
You can pay me now (you can pay me now) [x4]

[Verse 1:]
You want to hate me, then hate me, what can I do
But keep gettin' money and make sure I shit on you
Come through, in the El-Ca-Mino, 502 rumblin'
Nigga I've got a need for speed, away from these fleas
Bitch ass-ness is a disease and you need a vaccine
Come through the club, slide through the scene
Take all the bitches, fuck up your night like a bad dream
Yeah, F.S. Jet set, fast cars, good weed, hot sex
Bad bitches stay comin' through the set
Tryin' to get under them wings
Cause the planes got the best of everything
Bring out the buckets of champagne
The family close-knit, that's how we maintain
Keep it real with my niggas who been with me through the struggle
Cause fuckin' with new niggas will fuck up your hustle

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Sooner or later we'll all see who the profit is
Cut the debatin', the labels know who the hottest is
That's why my phone ringin' off the hook
They making offers, I got a few that could be a good look
Wrigglin' free from the red tape could a couple minutes
But I'm pretty sure a couple mill will help me deal with it
Throw a party in the buildin' with chandeliers in it
Write my album at a summer home I own in Martha's Vineyard
I'm thinkin' on a level other niggas ain't thinkin'
I'm Carnival cruisin' homie, your battleship sinkin'
The life ya'll can't see if your drownin' in the deep end
Hip-Hop ain't dead, she just play sleepin'
Till you pussy niggas slip and let a real nigga sneak in
Another offer comin' got my telephone ringin'
Another flight booked, I gotta' take another meetin'
I tell them save their breath and let their money do the speakin'

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Paydayss"

"Paydayss"


Another day's dollar, holla if you hear me
Chillin' by one of my baddest bitch's older sisters
You know how them hoes be pretendin'
That they so close and kendrick to that jet pimpin', give them all that 4/20 vision
One spoke up on my stroke and the other one got defensive
They both figurin' out they both getting dicked down, kill em with my old schools
Bitch you car sick, huh? Chevy man see me in that Corsica
Or a GT Berreta, nigga low as fuck
If I'm not on tour Pimpin', I ain't doing much
Except rolling up, building scale model low rider trucks
In my Jet Study where I keep my books
Pilot Loft, each entry, each verse, each hook
About the shit I really saw and the chances I really took
Cars I really drove, women that really chose
No Phantom over here Pimpin', Cinnamon on my rolls
Breakfast, first-class flight from New Orleans to Houston Texas
Flight time 45 minutes 37 seconds
Wheels up to wheels down last time I checked it for the record
Flow deadly and alot of niggas respect it on a daily
Creating these speaker blessings
At the car wash, they finishin' my tire dressing
I'm on the conference call discussin' how my merch selling
Loot in coming for all directions
You want to mention 'no hustlers', but never play the cut with us
I got my numbers up, countin' in the sky
Burning doobies in the coupe, D.W. high

 

[fox69]

"Payroll"
(feat. Young Roddy)

"Payroll"
(feat. Young Roddy)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uhh Cadillac Seville, mama what it is
Green peanut butter interior love get in here
Bitch get it in got a whiff of this shit uncle Snoop sent for Christmas
Twist this, girl said she would come with you but she didn't
Home girl slippin', she missed it
Fuck her we livin' it - butler's were I'm livin' in
No busters my niggas all of us authentic
I show you how them purple strings just like a hot sinner
Thunder shook the ground when the gods enter
My car make the same sound when I start my engine
Pardon me as I write over the margin
Open up the market look what I started
Theatre in my house home box office
And that Chevy rollin' out like the red carpet
Hoes out tonight I wipe down my Ferrari
Same old shit I'm talkin' goin' down everyday in New Orleans
[Hook: x4]
Never been paid to give a fuck
Might as well blaze another one
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Started out three niggas became a business
On my king size mattress lay my mistress
First nigga from my set to make history
I got a picture on my wall of a Bentley
Picture my father was a hustler that's what's in me
Picture how I used to pedal work on my ten speed
Plus the rent's due I gotta make the ends meet
But I gotta show I gotta buy that Fendi
Or purchase louis they tell me don't be stupid
So in my Nike Airs I grind 'til I'm gucci
Plus the hurricane made me out to be a looter
The place I call home turned me into a shooter
Yeah but hip hop enabled me the future
Cause I get focused, spit like I'm toothless
But all that fake shit got me ruthless
Like fuck you, pay me, I don't give a fuck sue me
I'm trying to make some bread for my junior
Smellin' like a pound of that exclusive
I never got paid to give a fuck
So I might as well blaze another one
Life, I rep that shit fo' life
I never got paid to give a fuck
So I might as well blaze another one