Curren$y

[fox69]

"Presidents"

"Presidents"


I wasn't rich from the beginning see I had to get it
No tint up on my windows hoe you see me in here
Straight winner turn these rappers out here into dinner
Get some grub with ya Soul Food my niggas
I drove through and I killed 'em
Had the rear mounted engine on the Ferrari with the dishes
These cars I always mention
'Cause you really see me in 'em
See first I smoke and envision it
And then I hustle and get the shit

Some of my people gotta hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors coming to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for them presidents

Some of my people gotta hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors coming to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for them presidents

Juvie gave me the game a long time ago
So every now and then I slide past his spot to smoke
I got patnas sold a lot of dope and this I know
Some of 'em chilled out some of 'em still out there though
What I'm gon' knock 'em for, know it's all about the dough
It's a survival thing in time I hope I could provide a lane
In time I hope I could provide some change
Show 'em a way to rise up and get paid
A slice of the layer cake, one is all it take
Show 'em a way to rise up and get paid
A slice of the layer cake, one is all it take

Some of my people gotta hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors coming to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for them presidents

Some of my people gotta hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors coming to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for them presidents

You making shit more complicated than it should be
You feel your chance is coming soon and it could be
You making shit more complicated than it should be
You feel your chance is coming soon and it could be
Yup

 

[fox69]

"Prioritize (Beeper Bill)"
(feat. Nesby Phips)

"Prioritize (Beeper Bill)"
(feat. Nesby Phips)



[Curren$y]
Ray Leather on my Hoosiers
Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda
Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo
Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin' fruit loops
Homie who yo hero, who taught you yo moves
Zzzzz's in my limo, woke up in my hotel room
Hoe's jus followin' they noses, to my door its
no joke momma jus roll this
You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight
You gone get yo turn, on the doobie bitch jus wait
No beginner luck, comin' from me this is jus fate
becuz I had fate certain
I can make it shake, like turbulence
sweet sugar babies all sleepin' in my nursery
Walkin', suckas go to shufflin', nervously
wont stop til I reside at the top permanently
Twenty-One joints burnin' for me
[Hook]
And if you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let yo paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay yo fuckin' beeper bill bitch
[Nesbey Phips]
This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet
I guess it is hah?, cuz I'm in first class makin' beats
Sippin cranberry, no liquor
deboard the plane, hoe's stop me for a picture, I ain't trippin'
even tho I'm a fall back nigga
but that's how it is, when yo crew on buzz
people do show love
fall thru, and all my town niggas do roll bud
but leave them blunts in yo car, cuz we don't do those cuz
thats a mean pair of kicks, kudos love
now she, cookin' me breakfast after lustin' me for dinner
figure she won't lose cuz she fuckin' wit a winner
I told her game over to reset press enter
[Hook]
[Curren$y]
Mission Impossible completed
obstacles are obstacle illusions, we don't really see 'em
They put rules in place cuz y'all need 'em
Some people are like sheep
I got no mercy for the weak
especially when niggas next to me, ain't ready to eat
I put 'em in position to get them, I'm gettin' me
Louisana traveler twistband
lookin for my music, is bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand
kawasaki ninja on the kickstand
any minute I'm Audi
Like 4 rings, true and engineering ya got me
Bitches longin' to be by me
Hypnotic karate
Talk that dress right off of her body
She so wet, she soggy
From these verbal massages, highed up
Astrologist, smokin' wit yo goddesses
Swore that I would do all of this
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Privacy Glass"

"Privacy Glass"


[Intro]
One time for the weed
One time for the bitches who don't mind being called that
It's love

[Verse 1]
Privacy glass
Down halfway, reflections cast
On office buildings as I pass
Bitch feeling some kind of way
Sitting right next to me thinking 'bout what's next with me
Intimidated by the playaness, ain't no how to say the shit she texted me
Like "When you tryna take it to the house?"
I'm like "Baby girl, we can get to it right now"
Enough room in this red label, fold up them oak tray tables, get down
Raise that dress up, oh you ain't got nothing on?
You knew you was gon' fuck me, huh?
Girls waiting on you so they all vexed at the crib
Hit you with that 20 questions when they see you stepping out of this
(What that is) privacy glass

[Hook]
And I usually don't ride like this
But lately I been on some whole other shit
And I usually don't ride like this
Privacy tinted, professionally driven

[Verse 2]
Talking 'bout breakfast at a boat lunch
Anchor the yacht, park them sports cars
This shit ain't for them, this is all ours
High off life, I'll die if I ever fall off
Ho see that vision and know I ball
Cause ain't no such thing as halfway Jets
Impostor ass niggas is kicks, they Payless
I'm baggage claim
The driver hold a sign with my name, LAX
This ain't no rental, I shipped it before I got here, ahead of time
Now I'm blue Ferrari on the 405, redline
Kush clouds, sunshine
Good times, inspired these dope lines
They stronger than coke, colder than froze
Baby don't know if it's for her ears or for her nose
Do what you feeling, they can't see us in here

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Purple Haze"
(feat. Lloyd & Trinidad James)

"Purple Haze"
(feat. Lloyd & Trinidad James)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
The four-one done, another one rolled up
I don't sip lean, but baby girl pour it up
Baby doll, I met her in H-Town
Counting paper like mine, baby girl a gold mine, fo' sho'
We can take it all over in no time
Bake up cake and go lay up, that's no lie
She like damn homeboy, you really living out your rhymes
I'm like yeah, that other shit ain't rap, that's fairy tales
I'm showing my flow, show, sea shells
Drug dealer fortress, got this from legal retail
Sitting on the porch, cone lit, flipping the torch
Seconds later after that I'm sitting in the Porsche
With the racing exhaust, I take your bitch away from you
She take some days off, I put them jams on, she take her clothes off
She perform for a Jet, put on for our set, I roll up the next

[Hook: Lloyd]
Purple haze, and codeine
And my baby girl, is all I need
Number nine, I'm on the fly
And I'm feeling so high, [?] don't pull me down

[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
She pick me up and took me on a trip that I've never been
And when she looking up, baby girl I'm going in
She say, no-oh-oh, but I know you ain't shit
Your whip is just a slave ship, and I'm not no bitch to play with
You better watch your [?] play
I laughed when I took her back [?] serious
Cause her heart is very cold, and the warmth up in her soul
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
These riches never change, only the souls
They will leave you in the rain, no raincoat
She said she met Spitta, I guess the plane caught
[?] sweater, and the weed I bought
Play my heart, lay my heart
Play my heart, I had to let you know

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lloyd]
Oh, kush got me gone
Feeling so high, got me so blown
And the shit that I'm on, is cloud number nine, but six be my song
Twenty-one guns, kissing on my lips, blowing smoke in my lungs
Twenty-one drums, the heat's on my side in case a nigga want some
But I don't wanna fuss or fight, I just wanna chill tonight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life
Drop a little pink in my Sprite
Pop another pill and take flight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Radar Tower"

"Radar Tower"


La Música de Harry Fraud

Now the 100 dollar bills thick as a roll of tissue
Any kind of action is not an issue
Them niggas you've been movin' with is not official
Mommy you've been fuckin' lames, I could never hit you
I came through in foreign things when I came to get you
We got Porsches and McLarens all that other shit too
Pourin' in from all the tourin', state to state with my crew
Stackin' up for rainy days and all the sunny ones too

Because I like to stunt on them, baby that's somthin' I do
I from New Orleans, I was born to maneuver them coupes
Imported on 22s, decent fit, coilovers, springs dropped a lil bit it look like some movie shit
Yours truly in the booth, packagin' and wrappin' these bricks
My style capture a chick, she was dressed quite ravishin'
In the parkin' lot at the Radisson
With garbage bags of cash in the back of the van
Waitin' on my man, just as planned, practice second hand
I expected him any minute, he pulled up just now to get it
Meet me at the loft tomorrow mornin' after I done split it
With my niggas, I put a side a little bit that I'ma gonna give you
And there's more of that, where it came from
Remember if you go where I send ya, make me a million
I keep you stuntin' on them lesser bitches
Most hoes get play, boss ladies get paid
I see something in you, you on my radar, you a contender
See we could kick it about them digits, I could never hit you
Just fleek them lames out their things, momma bring me their loot
See what it do and I'ma come through
Them 100 dollar bills brand new and blue
Rollin' green, woke up in a dream

Now the 100 dollar bills thick as a roll of tissue
Any kind of action is not an issue
Them niggas you've been movin' with is not official
Mommy you've been fuckin' lames, I could never hit you
I came through in foreign things when I came to get you
We got Porsches and McLarens, all that other shit too
Pourin' in from all the tourin', state to state with my crew
Stackin' up for rainy days and all the sunny ones too

 

[fox69]

"Rain Delay"

"Rain Delay"


[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Dedicated to the Winners and the Losers
To the night De-bo got knocked fuck out
N Red got back his beach cruiser
I'm jet livin for the day to make em pay
This revenge served cold on a doobie ashtray
My eyes and my windows open halfway
I'm livin in a matinee early
See me tho fashionably late and you nervous
Mad outta place
You pretendin to be comfortable it's showin on yo face
And them niggas that you think holdin you down jus lookin for cake
And they'll accept from whoever got a slice on they plate
Fall in like rain
Befriended and betrayed
All in all viciously bitten by niggas u was jus callin yo dogs
And it was all good jus a week ago
Chillin by dem freaky hoes, feet kicked up
When you shoulda been on yo toes
Stay high
Kill em with the flow
These new, fresha than yo easter clothers
I ain't trippin off nann nigga to each his own
So ignore my grass tend to ya own home homes
Might pick my hair til it's Puffy, no Combs
Fuckin bitches that won't let u make it out the friend zone
Ice Water, Tall Glasses take it in
It goes down like nails if you frail
Jet fuel
Labortory reported it burned thru the test tube
Tearin thru yo rag toproof while u at the drive thru waitin on that slow ass fast food
Alan from the sky foo
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
8: 50
Bird shit on the windshield hit the wipers
Mother natures cryin
Harmonizin
Homiide ridin on these tracks
Think when DoeBoy caught the fools who killed Ricky
Them niggas was lunchin
Slippin
Monsta told DoeBoy "Cut the lights nigga! "
My watch is on grind time word to mic Bigga
This here is a digital track
(W) rap on these bitches
On computers like laptop stickas
Light pressure on these suckas means it's drizzlin
Feelin like pennies fallin from the roof of the empire state buildin
High velocity
I'm high off broccoli
In Cali with a license, got plants on property
Watchin me
Tryna copy me
Showin my pics to yo stylists like "Buy this outfit for me"
But the clothes don't make the man, a man made them pants
His flight leave at 8 and at 9 my plane land
Ain't that grand?
I got pounds of weed and a plan
To let you suckas kno who the mutha fuckin...
Ah man
Bad weather
And that shelter won't help ya
Sink, swim or swelter
Temperature risin, so is the water level
Where is u niggas hidin

 

[fox69]

"Rain Stunts"

"Rain Stunts"


[Intro:]
Owners Manual
Shit you don't get, till you get it
Shit you don't have till you have it
(One time for my dog came through with the killa)

[Verse 1:]
Uh, still stuntin' in the rain
Money came but I stayed the same
Wasn't me, it was you who really changed
But I'm still smoked out
My old bitches left poked-out, cause I'm on now
And I don't got time for a broke, rolled up a couple mo'
Jernt behind my ear with my Mac Daddy Kangol
Fresh to death
Higher than a halo, came in the car with the angels
Double R, been a star
Underground, making mainstream money
Smokin hella pounds
Not a sound, airtight cabin
Like we rollin in some Forgiatos on a mansion

[Hook:]
Still stuntin' in the rain
Money came, but I stayed the same
Wasn't me, it was you who changed (it was you who changed)

[Verse 2:]
When you see me in it, know why I did it
To show you you could get it if you stay committed
No country for quitters, you'll be eatin my nigga
Killin sharks swimmin, you lookin like a tv dinner
Money bein printed, better be about your business
Get your share, of what's out there, your percentage
Dirty game, playin fair you'll get injured
Flagrantly fouled homie, taken down
Smokin' one now for my homie in the clouds
Looking down, I know he proud
Wish I could pass him the loud
But I can't, not even for all the money in the bank

[Hook x6]

 

[fox69]

"Raps & Hustles"

"Raps & Hustles"


[Intro:]
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I whip a Z06 fat on the Crescent City connection
Tee tops off the roof, safety of the weapon
Politics for politicians legislative reppin'
Discussing buying property to make 'em feel my presence
All over this bitch, the small world that it is
Niggas is slipping and Spitta steady gaining position
Buddy about his business, '08 in the brakes
Lamborghini season we personalize the plates
Looking down on the States from gulf streams away
30, 000 feet like my last classic tape
Cranberry splashes with bub in the glasses
That's my Mimosa so we call it a fly Sosa
Bitches long lashes, big titties and fat asses
Bottoms up the same way I cut 'em when I smash 'em
Play the cut with a orange streak striped jacket, uhh
Mets fitted, my Pat Ewing's is vintage
Buddy I'm a mad man so fly the image
Holy Grail, many men failed tryna get it
Hot Spitta is present, success is destined
Read the same script as Will Smith, I Am Legend
Ain't no messing with the set that I'm repping
Jets fly high, drop fire where you steppin'
Play the lowrider for the days of my West End
That Impala dancing like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
[Verse 2 - Fiend:]
I'm cooler than most
Socialize with folks
Cause and bloods
LK's, GD's, VL's and Thugs
Some pompous some addicted to drugs
Is you buying or selling?
Is you lying or telling?
Felons, remember Scott told me to lean back
Before I heard red marlboro snitching a G pass
Obviously with Jones right there where the fiends at
Man Spitta told me this year he doing Lamborghini's
I just wanna pull a Sam and buck fifty, believe me
I see the cash in my sleep like a baby do angels
Wake up, it's not there and it's painful
Harsh reality, dark, high gotta make that salary
It's like the Vick soul be after me
20 thousand for the chain to get you mad at me
I plow a hole in ya girl, now she nagging me
Ya man ain't bad as me
It might seem like I'm rambling
But really I'm scrambling
Like Drew Brees
On some new endeavors to get some new cheese, new sleeves
And some thousand dollar britches
New shoes can't forget the collar, holler at the bitches
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets

 

[fox69]

"Razors & Chopsticks"

"Razors & Chopsticks"


Put the towel by the door, and cut the shower on
Turn this corner suite into a home
You can smell it
Taught my girl how to French Inhale it
Sip this, Think about the position
Presently, would you rather be with any other niggas?
Alzheimer's when you seen another this fly? You don't remember
Shit... Whoa buddy, temper-temper
You're searching for Red October
Wake me up at the end of December
First quarter crunch, No time to put my feet up
Them suckas thought they locked me out
But fuck that, Spitta got a dude that can key cut
I can't take a L a nigga way too G'd up
Six chicks in karate gees rolling my trees up
Jet Life, the shit that you only dream of
Yeah... yea, uh
And where haven't we been... yet
Fuck boys is wondering if they...
Bitches know the planes... Got it
And you can't do a thing... About it
You, know!

 

[fox69]

"Reagan Era"

"Reagan Era"


Can you see those?
Sweet

For all of the bitches I might ake home
Spray my shirt down Dolce and Gabbana cologne
Comin' down like my homeboys from Houston
Got my celly on silent I'm ignoring my phone
Diamond Diamonds in my band cause that's right where they belong
Like a trumpet or some symbols or a set of trombones
Yo bitch chose to rome in the Spitta zone
Now you drunk watching E.T. wishin' she phone home
But deep in ya heart you knowin' she won't
Cause I'm a different type of nigga and that's just what she want
Ground breakin' Dr. J's first dunk
Stealing bases Willie Mays I'm gone
Can't play the backfield no more I just don't
Think that's where I belong I do better on my own
Swag crucial honestly it gotta be
Cause niggas that you listenin' to probably stole they style from me
Bitter never I come up with something better
Have to catch an elevator all the way up to my level
Playing Metal Gear Solid
On a Playstation 3 for 6 hours
My girl in the bedroom asleep, but I'm not tired
I would call over a couple of my partners
But them niggas loud they don't know how to be quite
Shawty gone wake up and come up in here wildin'
Hollerin'... like Keysha did Tommy
If you ain't seen Bailey you don't know nothing about it
What else could you tell me, but my flow so polished
Took it up a notch with the rhymin'
Try to bury Spitta in the grave at the bottom
Climbed up out it
Knock you in the same hole and stand on top it
Consistent flow Curren$y the high Spitta stay so on topic
Other niggas lost they need to see the Golden Compass
Brother I'm a boss like Ross
Spitta nigga hot like sauce
At the AND1 game breakin' motha fuckas off
I had a good job I thought
But I couldn't get along with the people in charge
I grabbed my time card punched out I'm off
Soft spoken, but a nigga not soft
Not at all
Real nigga stand tall for something
Make sure I don't fall for nothing
In this game it's pain for the up and coming
No handouts cause niggas don't owe you nothing
Gotta do it for Dolo
Flashbacks to the conversations that took place between Face and Manolo
The World chico and everything in it
If I said it I meant it
I get it I spend it
Comfotable livin' till the motha fuckin' finish
If I'm in it then you know it's not tinted
If I'm in it then you know it got a nice engine
You could be a mile away and still hear it
That's classic American Muscle
Stole my bitches numbers and an Ipod Shuffle
I call her over to cut her you call her over to cuddle
Knock yaself out boy you can'y knock my hustle
I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Labels offerin checks for a million bucks
Ask Roddy if he thought a million was enough
He said yes cause he could hit the streets and triple it up

[Chorus x3:]
I'm a member of a Fly Society
Styles I got several varieties
As a child this guy memorized Scarface in its entirety
The 80s drug era inspried me
That's why I dress how I dress
Walk how I Walk
That's why I rep what I rep
Talk how I Talk
Two rope chains both of em gold
I gotta swagga like I just came home woah