Curren$y

[fox69]

"Payroll"
(feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)

"Payroll"
(feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Do this shit, done that shit
Get in the zone, my homies tell me, run that shit
Buy them Porsches to practice doing donuts in
Catwalk model top bitches we run up in
Fuck 'em, haters saying they don't fuck with him
Spitta keep it all the way one hundred
Highed up to most, they rank under him
Smoking on something thunderous
Marijuana designer, expensive ganja, bitch
You in the month of this
I've already picked your gown out, mama
You gon' look stunning, bitch
Try to feel A1 with this
Cinderella nervous, thinking this gon' turn into a pumpkin, chill
Long as you ain't rid all of that fronting, we can bail
Word to my white walls
Keep food in them dog bowls every night
It's a fool, it's a war zone, scary sight
But it's cool, it's what I call home, jet life
In that six where I just rolled past the satellite
Dressed to kill, hoping that I don't die
Word to Mary, I just bury my problems inside
Until they too heavy to carry, then I write these rhymes
Chess some game, if I feel that you worth the time
If you lame, I just direct you to them exit signs
Go back to where you came, squares too scared to get paid with the players
They watch from the sideline, they never out there
We in it, oh yeah, all conditions gear
ACGs, the G is what you see here

[Hook x2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Oh mane, you know how the game go
Counting up this payroll, smoking all the dank, ho
Just rolled up another one, stay high and lay low
We be on that other shit, figure y'all the same old, ayo

[Verse 2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:]
I'm business-minded individual
Eating good off rap, I snack on rats and live off my residuals
Cooley in the cut, counting blessings and feeling spiritual
Get money and chill every day, it's like a ritual
Habitual smoker, I stay high off that medicinal kush
Cruising through the city, Locing, feeling invincible
And the new machine so clean, I'm invisible
Behind these dark tints, my nigga, picture that visual
Picture me pulling up to a condo with a river view
You lames still hating, mane, but we ain't hearing you
Here to do what we do, get this money, share with a few
Nigga been grinding since Timbaland and Magoo was crew
Ain't nothing changed but my change, lil homie, my gear is new
It's cool, rappers are mad cause the game ain't feeling you
Just step to the sidelines, then shift to me and my crew
Bad bitches and sticky, it's your game, she's rolling with me
I'm cruising through the city, smoking fifties, we puff like Diddy
Really this how I'm living, they lying, they just look silly
Still trying to touch a milly before I'm buried in Gentilly
I was born to ball, real niggas and bitches feel me
I swear, they gon' have to kill me before I stop making it happen
Staying true to my faction, spending Jacksons off rapping
I'm saving up all the fragments, running out of places to stack 'em
Tre's still 'bout that action for niggas who want to asking, what the fuck

 

[fox69]

"Perfect Time"

"Perfect Time"


[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
From The City That Care Forgot
From the section where rations had to be airdropped
Was undetected but they know I'm here now
Rapping through my Verizon network you niggas hear me now good
I'm in VA with my big homie twisting backwoods
Usually I don't get down like that
But that's my big dog, I hit a few times out of respect
And now I'm on the jet full of trees watching videos
Laughing at studio gangsters they more Gents then G's
My bitches use your mixtape cover to break they trees on
Bape top of the building, villa, gorilla King Kong
Thrilla Manilla Spitta get his King of the Ring on
Deals back and forth on the table that's label ping-pong
Won't get caught up in it, that sucker shit
Nothing positive would ever come from it
I'll buy this shit entirely from the hip-hop government
[Hook:]
And fools know I
Never sell my soul, swear on both eyes
Never change in attempt to gain dollar signs
I just kept it G and waited on the perfect time
Go left if the situation ain't right
Only thing I got if you're asking for advice
The moves I done made in my life was difficult
But if I had two I would do it twice
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Buzz increased until it became a bang
Jet planes in the building bitch we do our thang
Lace locks on my Fire Red 5's
Walk in the club with gangsters who amazed to still be alive
Cause they been through it but I took them out it
When I put my heart into this music I got some money out it
From East 34th to JFK by helicopter
I'm in the magazines you're in barbershops reading about me
And I know your girl made you more mad
When she picked you up from work she had that How Fly on full blast
Just another shot from the extended clip of Jet Shit
And another one coming before you even know you're hit
These bitches is becking by the smell of the Jet piff
These niggas is jealous of the love the JETS get
But I ain't stressing, mama roll up the whole zip
And let me smoke away all this industry bullshit
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Never changed it for nothing
Sports cars, sexy broads and luggage
Better to be somebody for one day
Than a nobody for your whole life
Fuck it...

 

[fox69]

"Pick N Roll"
(feat. Young Roddy)

"Pick N Roll"
(feat. Young Roddy)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
2001 True Blues, some high end denim
Cost a lil grip, them motherfuckahs won't bleed on my shoes
Excuse me if I'm steppin on your image
Wake up and smell this pimpin
These bitches gettin dazed and confused
But I can show em where to get it
And what to do with it
I just gotta see how much I fuck with you
And if you deserve to live this
Jet Life shit you hear about in them songs when you be chillin
Smokin somethin strong for the long lost
Never got to see the boy grow up, become his own boss
It's all good though, I'm doin this for ya'll
In that Flying Spur bumpin that Soulja Slim, Give It 2 Em Raw
Rockin the fur and the white t-shirt, chinchilla with a lil hood on it
Hoes be wantin to feel on it, chill homie
She chose a G, nigga, with a bag of that Kill Bill on him
[Hook: Curren$y]
I swear this is like when
Birdie and them walked in the gym on Above the Rim
Bitches noticing
Rolex watch, bracelet, frozen limbs
They takin pictures we don't pose for them
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Fuck around, Fuck around like Jimmy Two-Times
Props to my girls that act their age and not their shoe-size
I used to get it for the low without no coupon
The smallest nigga on the block, shawty doo-wop
Rule 1: never trust no bitch, get yo loot up
True dat, now they on my dick since I grew up
Hold on, shawty wanna bone since I blew up
I knew it, I been through hell but still I'm coolin
With no Nike deal, I do it, a beast in the lane like Pat Ewing
I coach em, I school em, they need it
I blaze a L for my nigga whooly, I see ya
I'm fresh in my adidas, I'm tryna duck the evils
I'm tryna dodge the reaper, I'm like Hugo bout his reefer
I'm tryna make a killin on this road to the riches
Tryna make a profit, blow money in my closet
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Picking Up Bags"
(feat. Tiny C Style)

"Picking Up Bags"
(feat. Tiny C Style)



[Curren$y:]
Picking up bags, picking up bags
Smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
Got the hood on smash picking up bags
Smoking that gas, picking up bags
Yeah yeah picking up bags
Hol' on
Money in the duffel
All result of the hustle
Reminiscing the struggle
Keep a nigga humble
Rolling up a jumbo
Associated with the pot like gumbo
Nigga name hot hear them haters mumble
Can't understand that talk, it's not boss
We killing in smalls, y'all niggas is not large
Tryna duck them hip hop cop cars
68 rare chrome these go knock off they know who it is
High as the ceiling, mind on a million
Just made 7M's tryna get 10 now
Then run the old heist again while them suckers ain't looking
Watch for the taking has just been taken
Picking up bags, smoking that gas, picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
[Tiny C Style:]
Shit realer than a pistol in a niggas face
Y'all gon' fuck around and make ya boy catch a case
The shit in me, not on me life way real
Only nigga on the block with a major deal
My set love me niggas know I'm really with the deal
We can keep it gentlemen or get some gangster shit
I keep it moving at all times while y'all standing still
Warren G I want it all talking hella mills
Regulating for the paper while y'all pocket watching
Free bands yeah all profit
In my future I see hella commas, jewelry going dumber
Millionaire this time next summer
My niggas burn more gas that hummers and keep hammers
With 30 round clips and bananas
Got bags where they film cut your grandma
I don't think you lil niggas understand cuz
[Curren$y:]
Picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

 

[fox69]

"Pinifarina"

"Pinifarina"


[Verse 1:]
Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
Cause it keep getting bit
I had to lay low like they was looking for the kid
All points bulletin, bathing ape hoodies in
My sports car internet star
Killing niggas digitally like they SOCOM
I'm so calm in the mist of the storm
Nonchalant, but I'm very aware what's going on
Fuck mowing the grass for the snakes, I set fire to the lawn
Baked Spitta kill beats, send flowers to the wake
Couple hoes deliver some roses and the cake
What you want, stop the jets fool you must be on
More than one, no shots I'm just making it known
I got a gun, got a walk smoking on, pop
Shit wicked in the city trying to survive, then you should stick with me
Ya'll don't want to be the duck to get stuck, when the situation turns sticky
Do your research, homework, history
Iceberg, denim jackets opened up a fresh package of hanes t-shirts
Wifebeaters, white as my next door neighbors
White as my bottom bitch Mercedes
White as squares on the checkered flag when it's waving
We winning, needless to say it
Throw some away and some to the cleaners
Champagne stain shit, Spitta get lifted like sanctions
Vocabulary gangster, my ink pen has shanked me
Jet life til the
Coffins dropped in the grave, get filled up
But for now, I'm a live my life lit up
That coupe got some get up
Foreign supermodel pent up
Inside of it she doing chin ups
I'm riding home boy, you should come get up
[Hook:]
Pandemonium, four black SUV's on the road for him
When he landing, pandemonium
Bitches running up, not sure which one he rolling in
Yeah man, pandemonium
Throwback flow, Deloreans petroleum
King Jahphi Joe had his women throw roses on the floor for him
Pandemonium (yeah)
[Verse 2:]
Side betting at the street races
10, 000, my wager on that Camaro with the craters
My eyes completely asian, but open the scoping for haters
They hoping I'm off on my basis
Swear this weed so elegant, we should grow the shit in vases
Niggas you scared of, see me in clubs in St. Casius
They in the streets, I'm in the rap game similar risks we both taken
Parking dope boy rides outside my enterprise celebrating
Cause both of our sides made it
Continuous elevation, I exhibited faith and
Patience, at the same time I went and got mine
I wasn't waiting, it's a thin line might wanna count your paces
Before you cross it, this game a come up and losses
That's trill boss shit, what you know about it
Pandemonium, feel like when a bad bitch come roll for him
(Yeah)

 

[fox69]

"Pirates"

"Pirates"


I ride around in my Rolls wearing a Rollie you roll
Basketball shorts, 3 cones and both of my phones
I'm waiting on real niggas to call
Closing on my home
A little spot to park cars, like that fucking bong
I'm smoking that Cali strong, never leave it alone
I got love for that place, sure as my Daytons is chrome
As I look over the game, I see where it's going wrong
We letting too much slide, royals neglecting the throne
Essence is stepping upon, radio lettin' em'
Children is singing along, brainwashed coming up
They whole perception is thrown, as to what the game really is
Too many suckas getting away with that silly shit
Pink champagne let my pinky ring lift
Extend as I sip, diamonds spring marvelous
Ballin' with the hunger of a starving artist
It's hard to sleep on the sound of that money calling
I'm rolling the dice, controlling the price
Manufacture and distribute all in one night
Shots called by the one that you gotta see
Piano Man, gold fingers, musical keys
They all come to me, they all come to me
Music by the key
My weed instrumentals

 

[fox69]

"Plug"

"Plug"


[Verse 1:]
Canal street confidential
Information in these files will probably kill you
Guard it with your life
This shit I'm giving you, super pure snow white
Step on it more than twice, it'll still come out right
We sling it every night
ITunes never closes
Move in unison, four in the morning
Fuck is you doing? Hating instead of going for it
Mad at the player, throwing rocks at the scoreboard
Oh boy, I'm in my new toy
With my new bitch, we smoking hella noise
Oh, that's that loud shit
I always gas it out, come through, mafia
Make my profits rise, you can't stop these guys
Being red lights barricades a yield sign
Run through that wack ass defensive line
Then get mine, add that paper up
Subtract the suckers, then we split the pie
Corporation never die, alright
[Hook:]
In that Porsche looking like I play sports
In that Lamb bitches saying that I'm the man
In that Bentley looking like heaven sent me
Ferrari horses building castles in the sand
Uh, I do it for my city cause I love them
I stunted on you bitch before I fucked her
Looking for the plug, you ain't know I was one
I'm the coldest motherfucker rap hustling
[Verse 2:]
My OG gave me this golf hat
I'm posted up not too far from where he bought that
I came threw clowning I know you saw that
With my rags out back and my baseball cap
Back yard where my swimming pool and dogs at
Patio furniture, I'm taking weed naps
Big money dice game, in the bizzzack of the huzzzap
I'm in ever corner rizzzaps
Rep the set throw up, Jeps I know you see that
Gathering stack, we touring the mizap
Champagne came with the game
Along with the bitches, they attracted to the fame
Like moths drawn to the flame, can't even blame
Human nature is the pursuit of paper
They know my name, they know it mean money
Free C Murda, sincerely yours, see money
[Hook:]
I'm in that Porsche looking like I play sports
In that Lamb bitches saying that I'm the man
In that Bentley looking like heaven sent me
Ferrari horses building castles in the sand
Uh, I do it for my city cause I love them
I stunted on you bitch before I fucked her
Looking for the plug, you ain't know I was one
I'm the coldest motherfucker rap hustling
[Outro:]
I stunted on your bitch before I fucked her [x9]

 

[fox69]

"Pot Jar"
(feat. Jadakiss)

"Pot Jar"
(feat. Jadakiss)



[Curren$y:]
Parlayed the Caymans
Flew to vegas just in time for the weigh-in
Fight night, MGM, vaporizer blazing
Valet for the classics, trucks with armored glasses
Franchise players on a momentous occasion
Announce the fact we made it, tip a c-note to the waiters
Send a bottle to your table, it's a celebration
Rolling presidential, inauguration stones clearer than an HD station
And you hating
If you'd have had one that's nice I'd have told you congratulations
I stole home base while you was tying your laces
Your bitch gave out the dugout
Smoked out the clubhouse
Welcome to the majors

[Chorus - Curren$y:]
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

[Curren$y:]
Certified dope on three coasts
Bread healthy, wheat toast
Tryna see the fam wealthy, the fam help me
Held me down when I needed it
Held me up when I couldn't reach it
Flashlight when I couldn't see shit
Saying my prayers, smoking my weed
Listening to Roy Ayers
With more pull in my city than the mayor
Smart not scared
Highed up but aware and prepared
If them fools from over there ever came round here
But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it
(Audio drug lord with this music)

[Chorus]

[Jadakiss:]
Don't nothing move but the decimal
Everyday above ground is a chest move
Don't let the little things stress you
If you can go without killing a nigga, you successful
Low key, like I'm riding with a whole key
But I'm just chasing these cookies with this OG
I don't do first halfs, I need the whole fee
You want Jada, Kiss, or you want the whole me? (which one)
And I don't be popping bubbles
If I ain't house shopping I'm at the dealer copping doubles
Ain't where I wanna be, but I'm not far
Answers at the bottom of my pot jar (light one)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Pound"
(feat. 2 Chainz)

"Pound"
(feat. 2 Chainz)



[2 Chainz:]
Yeah, told Spitta roll up and he pulled up on
Everybody know that that's my N.O. homie
Started way back, I give a shot out to Tunechi
All them other rapper's niggas certified coochie
Used to wear Gucci and I still do
All that shit so old to me it's mildew
Old money still got the lil face
I was trapping when L.A. Reid was LaFace
Alright, André my favorite rapper
Raw paper, my favourite wrapper
All of these baby rappers starting to look like lady rappers
Dead beat rappers, never change they baby pamper
I used to serve your favourite rapper, now I smoke it for example
I bought pounds just to smoke it
Pounds, just to smoke
I bought a pound just to smoke it
A pound, just to smoke
Walk in church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
Already know what it's smelling like it
Walked in the church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
You already know
[Curren$y:]
I got stars in my ceiling, mama how you feeling?
Chinchilla dragging on the floor with my gold pendants
Done it for my city just to show 'em I can get it
Hella cold with it, yeah dawg you know your nigga
Been down with Tity since me and Tune were visit
Hit him for the killer quickly he came through with it
Had to dually truck it was shitty
I had the Bently
We shot a video with a few bitches
The casino scene was flipping, straight rolling
Hot box the box chevy, shit look like a explosion
Two of the coldest niggas smoking
Rolling, millionaires and we homies
That's dangerous you know it
[2 Chainz:]
I bought pounds just to smoke it
Pounds, just to smoke
I bought a pound just to smoke it
A pound, just to smoke
Walk in church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
Already know what it's smelling like it
Walked in the church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
You already know

 

[fox69]

"Power Button"

"Power Button"


[Intro:]
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Rock astronaut suits by the BBC
Jets nigga
Shout out to the big homie, shout out to Big Ben
Ferris Buller
This ought to be good for like a whole box of lettermans and hoodies and all that shit
[Verse 1:]
Word to Trademark my style need a padlock
Moon man suited up I'm an astronaut
You mad because I does what you cannot
Crib fit for a king, you would swear I had an architect from Camelot
Inspire niggas to go, how could I ever stop giving niggas the hot
The rhymes I rock inspire fly niggas to shop
And bitches rub they titties like they did for big pop
Spitta keep it honest diamonds and dollars
In the Bahamas slice ya wifey like an avocado
Blame it on the moscato, she went crazy with the bottle
Fly Vision, I seen it all through aviator goggles
Las Vegas, heavy wages, stakes raising, poker faces in the red label
All large, I roll up like zig-zag papers
Shocked they ass, give em this taser
[Hook x2:]
I get it on like the power button on the remote
So roll with us or you'll choke on the jet smoke
[Verse 2:]
And I'm so sure that them suckers over there
Ain't making the same shit we making over here
Them niggas switching the rules they ain't even playing fair
Originality seemed to have vanished in the air
I remember a time
Back when niggas could rhyme
A I-Pod and a ride a nigga bumping the tribe
Got my pedal to the metal in my De La Highs
Me, myself, and I
Me myself I'm high
See I sleep in my eyes
Gotta keep a disguise behind enemy lines
By the time they recognize that I have arrived I done entered they mind
Sneaker Freak and baby who could be more sneaker than I
Spitta be the equivalent to a bed of nails
He who sleeps on Spitta will not sleep well
Got cheese and Guac, nigga Taco Bell
I been had this bread it's all moldy and stale
[Hook]