Curren$y

[fox69]

"Step Outside"

"Step Outside"


I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
Smoke something in my ride
In the Bape coat, in a grey ghost
To the condo so we can change clothes
She has a six series beemer four door
Say she 'set, go' and I was one of those
Suppose, I should be glad she chose
Over these girls, man you never know
Hide up, still on my toes
Also don't come with that fuck shit
Shooters and [?] go 'round with this hoe, gotta let know who run shit
Get 'em up off that dumb shit
I'm on some stacking my funds shit
I'm tryna see all my dawgs rich
I'm tryna see all my dawgs rich
I'm a follow me to where the cars is
I'm finna show you who the boss is
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
Nigga spark one in my Chevy, if you really ready
This Andretti game selling, my chain heavy
Self made, me and my rollers just took a selfie
Broke niggas on mute, it ain't shit they can tell me
[?] my wins is just consecutive
Too high too see my competitors
Too high too keep up with my schedule
But I stay on my commas and decimals, at all time
Don't sleep, girl I'm never that high
Roll another one underneath the street lights
Light that bitch off for the whole eastside
She can't hide it, I see it in her eyes
She tryna come see what a G like
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
I'd be obliged if you stepped outside
Smoke something in my ride

 

[fox69]

"Still"
(feat. Trademark & Young Roddy)

"Still"
(feat. Trademark & Young Roddy)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
About to land jets on some suckers houses
Homie come about it that side shit
You call your girl crib in the background she bumping my shit
You mad I’m at the crib cutting open vacuum bags
Pouring some of that potent for the true smoking shit my homie had
Last time I was in Cali told him he had to send me that
Ship it to the city, so I could bend some corners
With lil mama tell them hit some of this sticky with me
Just being around me make her slippery, sexy pajamas when she visit me
Her friends fall through, with louder that, over talking, baller stalking
Search for eye contact so they could double back and ass g
When I got some time free, but honestly
Building this empire taking a lot of me
It will be worth it though, shit good right now you found my lighter
And my grinder it be perfect ho
And it’s still, and it’s still jets at yo motherfuckin
[Verse 2: Trademark]
And I stand here, g’d up from the feet up
Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up
Baby smoke it all, I ain’t tripping I just reup
She thought real niggers was dead I made her a believer
Now she us, we a different breed
Come planning from a different species
Young bred to keep it
My life is like a movie but I’m living out the scenes
I’m pulling x for the rex I’m all about the cream
By any means a hustling scheme will fulfill my dreams
A better living fatter pockets, prettier women
Super sticky weed I’m puffing late up in the villa
South beach suite metropost smoking and chilling
Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer
Hit her with the Deals she in love with the villain
But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach
Can I get a witness to this g shit that I’m spitting
At Will, it’s still, it’s still, jets at yo motherfuckin
Already
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
Ok, girl, where shall I begin?
I told her about my lifestyle she said I’m all in
She say most niggers change you ain’t nothing like them
So I got her high as hell, I’m talking about the rim
But I never cared, mama blow it in the wind
Ain’t too much changed since back then
But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends
They wouldn’t last a minute if they’d live where I live
They couldn’t walk a mile in these jordans number 10's
And I got that shit off like think you come again
Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich
So need what my cash for that’s word to money mitch
I swear I'm bound to break that bed when I get it in
Haters know the set that I rep to the end
It’s crazy I keep hearing voices in my ear, telling me to get paid
My reply bet I will and it’s still, it’s still
Jets at yo motherfuckin, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Still At It"

"Still At It"


Yellow paper, legal pad
Blueprinting these criminal plans
So simple in the right hands
Should it go cool as a fan
Long as we keep it in the fam
Grinding with outsiders will only provide us
Providers with more problems
Cats want see me locked in, boss
Concrete but only palm trees around me
My rolling hand in my shirt
Like let me roll back my sleeves back
Diamond breeze, middle of the night
Sung that bitch to sleep
Woke up next to me
And figured she was still up in them dreams
Dirty money, keep them whips clean
Crooks for the whole team
Lyrics is on a triple beam
Another tape, another key
A frozen eskimo ain't cold as me
Nigga, come to me
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still in traffic, sports cars doing magic
My doors open backwards
My homegirl an actress
Silver screen bad bitch
She brought her homegirls through
We call that batting practice
I'm in the matte black six
100 Benz mashing
In [?] with gases
And bitch, I'm never passing
Music is the crankest
Moving like them paid gift
I put 2 in
You best believe I'm bringing 4
Bad bitch huh
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
You mad they just looking at us
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunters and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
You mad they just looking at us

 

[fox69]

"Still Ridin'"
(feat. Street Wiz & Young Roddy)

"Still Ridin'"
(feat. Street Wiz & Young Roddy)



[Intro]
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I'm the hottest thing in the street
Ya'll ain't got nothing for me
Crib already off the hook, and I ain't talking about buyin' a book
When I say I'm about to add another story
Nigga in the club, twisted and bent
Bitches on my nuts like a socket wrench
To say that I spit, would make no sense
Do mixtapes for free, I made no cents
My pockets ain't hurting, I can flaunt my skills a little bit
Y'all thinking my money spent, but its in a vent
Spitta in a boot homie, that is an event
Spitta cop a coup, you niggas trying to rent
Bring these fool gazey ass niggas to the light
Prove they counterfeit
I am on my Puff Daddy thing
Make bad girls sing like Danity Kane
It's the fast life, word to the re-up game
Took a couple seats out the plane, made more room to dance
FS Jets got the world wide wingspan
Listenin' to nature, talk about Sega
Dream Cast NBA 2k until the plane land
And I still got the iceberg sweats, you see them
Money so old it should be in a museum
[Hook x2:]
And we still ridin', can't take nothing from us
The planes got it
Fast cars, fast women, fast dollars
Wouldn't give it up for nothing I promise
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And I'm a rinse it off if the money bloody
I'm sticking to the strip, dollar signs over bunnies
Raw the fly thief rock a Louis V skully
Ain't a better smell than new money
No shit, can I breathe I'm just trying to do yougin'
Scream 'Fuck the cop' refer to my nigga Tubby
Momma got back like a camera to Buffy
Old school gangster, word to that nigga bump me
And I'm all about the Benjamins, word to that nigga Puffy
Niggas gonna hate, but the bitches gonna love me
And now they want half of my cheddar, I find it funny
But I'm no fool, I know I get this chance once
So fuck a finger roll I'm going to hit a slam-dunk
Yeah Yao Ming, look how tall I stand up
I'm from trey first street baby, us niggas man up
Overnight look how shorty came up
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3 - Street Wiz:]
F.L.Y. Gang, we sitting from a range
High up up in the game, Spitta lead the way
While we running through the flames
The heat will never last, so we coming for the change
Non-stop hustle, but the muscle to the grain
Survival of the illest, jet gunning through the lane
Skyline living, hella smoking out my brain
But her focus, my pimpin' up on the poles up in the ring
Yeah nigga and I ain't even tripping on the weather
Whatever the degrees, its like I'm pitching for the cheddar
It's magic when you can see it sitting up my sleeve
And when the time is right, I'm going to shift it in the breeze
Money, cash, dough, It keep me lifted high for the ride
That's why the jets zipping past go
Catch me on another level, in my swag mode
Dougy Fresh dress, bitches on my tadpole, G
[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Still That Nigga"

"Still That Nigga"


Yeah, It's still FS nigga, Jet Set nigga
Rome my block west coast cell phone I got hoes locked
So my California visits be prop ass broads, with cannabis cards
Hard top like convertible cars, niggas thought I sold mine
Brother you out your mother fucking mind
I am still that nigga, wood grain wheels, still the Laguna SS
Freddy Kruger SB's on the gas I step, accelerating niggas get left, right
Try to gimmy crap mother fucker no dice, spitta snap like the back of my Bape hat
Don't ask where I got it I hate that, I'm connected people I get it where they make it at
At the Lakers game me and tk sitting adjacent to Jack, give them a couple seconds to compute that
This that spitter shit bitch don't confuse that
We have these other dudes rap peace and love hell raise uh uh dude
My straps cruising in my Escalade eating fruit snacks
I'm on my big kid shit got rich bought all the things I couldn't get when I wanted them
Got it all full of dimes and hundreds, I can only ride one of them
Back in the G they made fun of them now they labels telling em you need to do one with him, yeah yeah

 

[fox69]

"Still Tippin"

"Still Tippin"


Paint dripping off the frame like
Candy stripes as I
Lay in the landslide
Missey elliot can't stand the rain
I much rather be catching some rays outside
Sunshine on chevy's bitch we comin' down
Gettin' money not raking it up in piles
Each one a hunned' thous'
Clearly they must be clowns
If they don't know by now
We getting paper underground
Be surprised if you come around dream cars parked outside
My house Plus a Ferrari that I rarely take out
Actual facts is all that I'm about
Smoking weed too the vinyl copy of reasonable doubt
On the hottest MC's list they'll probably leave me out
So what I'm the highest & the flyest with no stylist
It's just my lighter & my Nike's
I think she like me
Cause she Dm'd to write me
Invited me politely
I smashed & I was outie

 

[fox69]

"Stolen"

"Stolen"


[Hook x2]
Bought it this morning, drive it like I stole it
Park it left it running like I really don’t want it
We've been bending corners
Been like, bent like elbows, been being anywhere that cash go
[Verse]
Checking my mirror for them suckers
Coast clear, turn up that music, light another
This that mink coat flow, I wrote this in the summer
Poolside, high-school, you motherfucker
To the rules we abide by on this side
Members only like the jacket, I grew up amongst some criminals
Check their jackets, known for etching with them ratchets
While I was just cooling, writing raps, eating snacks and shit
300 racks I spent just to sit in back and get higher than a mother
Looking down to them scrubs
How could you hate yo brother when I’m just like you?
Except I did what I said and I would, do erase the hate
And let the sunshine through
Apply yourself fool, you can live out yo dreams too
Imagination can create the truth
Every brick that built my mansion will provide the proof
Recognize he riding Bentley's when he coming fool
Like a set of Forgiatos on the living room
Luxury shit, fuck with me bitch
Capital G, the weather nice out, I’m hitting the switch
I’m in the streets, 13 inch, triple gold D’s
Strike a pose, a picture worth 1000 words I suppose
Picture me rolling with yo golden and chosen who you thought would hold it
Down for ya but she clowned ya
You’re under pressure, so unprofessional
High beyond measure, sharing her treasure with my fellows
Oh she down for the jets bro, no tricking no financial
Strictly finesse bruh, onto to the next bruh
Find her where I left her
[Hook x2]
Bought it this morning, drive it like I stole it
Park it, left it running like I really don’t want it
We've been bending corners
Been like, bent like elbows, been being anywhere that cash go
[The Godfather 1]
[Sollozzo:] I need a man who has powerful friends. I need a million dollars in cash.
I need, Don Corleone, all of those politicians that you carry around in your pocket, like so many nickels and dimes
[Don Corleone:] I said that I would see you because I had heard that you were a serious man, to be treated with respect.
But I must say no to you and let me give you my reasons

 

[fox69]

"Stoned On Ocean"

"Stoned On Ocean"


We can handle this like Neanderthals
Or we can get into some player shit
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while I'm smokin'
Drinkin' while we still pourin'
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up, we still smokin'
Drinkin' while we still pourin'
Royal One High's I copped today
Supposed to leave Miami tomorrow, but I'll probably stay
I got animals in my closet, plenty furs and snakes
Bakery bank, direct deposit, birthday cakes
Stack it, stash it; it's in the combination safe
Playbook exclusive; execute what's on each page
Pulled up next to you, I was smokin' in that Wraith
Your girl was tryin' to escape; you shoulda seen her face
Social media stampede over my next tape
Every thirty days, another shipment sent your way
Haters figure soon I will run out of shit to say
But I rhyme what I live, it's just my life is the shit
Sick selection; I got hella cars to whip
Kick collection; level straight marvelous
Jewelry disrespectful; my pinkie ring just called your chick, a bitch
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while we still smokin'
High, everything in motion
Luxury bars gettin' thought off
Every time that I hear my Spyder start up
Underground stars, bruh; this grind was beyond tough
Would like to think them times beyond us
Smoked out till my time up
In the cut, somewhere, where you find us
With them lowriders lined up
Eastside, bruh, who I shine or
Who I three-wheel-motion that blue '65 for
This year in my city, shook down the House of Blues
It was a classy affair, I brung out Mack and Tune'
A lot of millionaires was highed up in one room
Fresh to death; my dressing room was King Tut's tomb, nigga
Stoned on ocean
Rollin' up while I'm smokin'

 

[fox69]

"Stove Top"

"Stove Top"


Yea
Drive In theater

Uh
Tryna get this loot any way true
It’s lucrative and from alls I do make through
Itunes and avenues we move weight
Each one in my crew get a full plate
Not one excused till we all ate
Unified stupid high nigga way paid
Crime did just what they said it would
Some niggas living good
Some is gone away for good
Some stuck in the hood
Addicted to it
What he should have sold, lost his soul
Though his body still living look in his eyes
The fire ain't in them
He used to be driven
Now that's cold
Cold blooded as my angel wings flooded
Rolls gold star studded
The bar covered so let it pour
Until it bubble on the floor
Baby love peeling out her clothes
Eyes rolled orgasm dancing while these horns blow
I'm just thing on my next score
Which color we should paint the sixty four
Tryna wrap my hands round the globe
Like a motherfucking choke hold
Ho
Drive In Theatre

Bent over the stove cus they want some more
Knockin at my door
Back at the store cus they want some more
All of yall

 

[fox69]

"Stunt On Em"

"Stunt On Em"


Every now and then I gotta stunt on em
Every now and then I gotta
Every now and then I gotta
Uh
The game is at an all time low
We still getting this cheddar tho
Iceberg jean jacket white t-shirt and a figaro
My girl got a brick cell phone and herringbone
Just an average day in the life of an extraordinary player
Getting paper from vocabulary
Staying high from fine like it grew on vines
Drove the stock Impala to Napa we sampling wines
This a appetizer sampler my nigga I let them try
A little dope get them hooked
Then I make them buy it by the book
We do juggs and that paper multiply
Cash rules everything around me my guy
Fuck you thought this was
Top shark sleeve Lacoste
My raincoat was a Nautica
Only talking bout it cause you brought it up
Every now then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta
Every now and then I gotta
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them
Open up the Ferrari trunk on them
Show them that's it's on the front on them
Show them ain't no love for them
Tried to bury me alive but I won't throw no mud on them
Instead I get bread live life to the fullest
Make them wish they was dead
But niggas too live like crew
Nigga bless who sneezed, ah-choo
Nigga got the fruit pack, Hi-Chew
Safari Air Max nice shoes
An underground nigga in the Wraith who knew
I took it all when I came through
Niggas balling like two on two
Pickup games Tyronne Lue
Every now and then I gotta stunt on them [x6]