Curren$y

[fox69]

"Success Is My Cologne"

"Success Is My Cologne"


Yo should be rolling up by now
Knowing I'm a look
Cool in them
Black and white pictures
When they talk about
Underground rappers
Gettin high and making history
I'm sick and tired these niggaz
Claiming they as sick as me
They lying I checked your chart
Your file saying you soft
Something fishy ho nigga
You more bass then boss
Off the boat small fries
And store a ways get toss
Can't party on the shore with us fool
Get your floaters up kitty pool nigga's
Ain't really that cool
Can't farther these moves
You need more expensive shoes
Working out smoking strong
On a week long cruise
Bomb fire with theses bitches
Singing songs to the moon
To high to judge
Call my ex bitch that did foul shit
Fuck her brains out and settle the grudge
Back shot revenge style
Ain't no love light gro roll up after a quick scrub
Cover my trace don't let my bitch know where I was
Sticking to the script thought I'm improvising a bit
Same as my old G's but I put the Jets in the mix
Classic like Eddie Murphy SNL skits
Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print
On my flint 13's no retro 3m reflective
Ya bitch tight reckless and my DM'S sexting tryna see him
Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company
I'm billing on of them hundred I know that's why you want me success is my cologne I spray that bottle all on me... yea... yea jet life... [fading out]

 

[fox69]

"Summer Reading List"

"Summer Reading List"


This time for all the marbles ya'll
If not now then when
Spit vicious and proud of it
In the future
My city will build monuments
Listin my accomplishments
Like the soles on my Jordan 10s
Rock the Ralph Lauren cardigan
2008 gone with the wind
Curren$y is starrin in major motion pictures
Life of the set
Killin em with the charisma
Fly private jets with the wifey
Continental for the side piece
But atleast it's first class shit
Bitches be happy for a shot
At that first class dick
Her carry on bag got the purp stashed in
Ride around blastin
Empty Delaware punch cans for the ashes
Serious as a heart attack
Doin my own thing
And ghost writin on the side
Homie try Cyrano de Bergerac
Better lookin
Hope I didn't go over your head
I read alot of books man
In the studio burnin the pound
Loakin on a plant of the Junior Brown
Make fly tracks
Those go to the Zune
Bumpin in the airport
Walkin with a Crooks & Castle duffle full of shoes
My girl got the roll away Lou
She hold a nigga down
So I lace her up
I drive her vet
And let her take my truck
Niggas mad
I see em every second
They turnin greener
The envy eatin em up
They gettin thinner
Stephen King writin
Keep the lame niggas frightened
Air Max 95s
Red & Green
NBA Live
Sega Genesis
OG
Nigga what you think this is
Straight up on the real pimpin'
Square biz

 

[fox69]

"Sundown In Eleuthera"

"Sundown In Eleuthera"


Add a little bit of that sauce on there. Having high speed chases with the coast guard
Throwing parties at the boat launch, having high-speed chases with the coast guard

Buying super fast cars, though we drive 'em slow
Swinging through the neighborhood, they ain't seen this one before
Oh there he go!
Hustle hard is all he know
Homie got plenty to show
Andretti wear that presi [?], though he drive a Rolls
Got a Ferrari, too, but he comfortable in them '64s
That boss bitch took my attention off them silly hoes
But she can't knock me off my grind, cuz I stand ten toes – like all the time
Cleats in the turf, we puts in work, provide a wave to surf
Club only for official members who started with me ground up from the dirt
Recognize your self worth
Then you make your name on this earth
They tried to play me, but I peeped 'em first
Then backup cameras when that Beamer coupe reverse

Down the mansion driveway
Automatic iron gates
Game sharp as razor blades
So high I could fly away

Throwing parties at the boat launch. Having high-speed chases with the coast guard
(Chases with the mother fucking coast guard)

Throwing parties at the boat launch. Having high-speed chases with the coast guard
(Chases with the mother fucking coast guard)

Left the anchor, set sail
Charter course toward the mil
In the end we prevail
All bread, fresh or stale
At the shore where them fools await the bales
All in the parking lot in the rain makin' them cars fishtail
Slinging that raw fish scale
Underground brick sales
Only a boss in this deal
Gotta peep out the detail
Whipping the Porsche 'round the guard rail
You could tell he was taught well
Throwing parties at the boat launch

Throwing parties at the boat launch. Having high-speed chases with the coast guard
(Chases with the mother fucking coast guard)

Throwing parties at the boat launch. Having high-speed chases with the coast guard
(Chases with the mother fucking coast guard)
None of them bad bitches know y'all
You think you on but you so off

 

[fox69]

"Sunroof"
(feat. Corner Boy P)

"Sunroof"
(feat. Corner Boy P)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Money in my bank account, money in my denim
Money on these bitches' brains, they be tryna get it
Tryna run my pockets but I'm not tryna hear it
That's mine baby - what is you deaf, blind, crazy?
That ain't my Mercedes, that's my homeboy Benz
That's too new for me, I'm so vintage loaf
Cuban link, yellow gold, bought a British automobile
Cause I watch Layer Cake too many times
And I had access to too much of that scrilla, ma
Let me ride, these hoes got me feeling like Dre
Chronic high, these blades got me feeling like UGK, coming down
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Middle finger out the sunroof, fuck a hater
That's a message, when a nigga ride through, I'm 'bout my paper
These hoes got a nigga all confused, think I'm a save 'em
They say that I'm them other dudes, got me mistaken
It's a whole 'nother world 'round here, a hundred baby
These niggas stacking change but these niggas ain't changing
It's a whole 'nother world 'round here, this shit amazing
The word spreading fast and these bitches say I made it
[Verse 2 - Corner Boy P:]
And nigga I'm still lane switching and pimpin
I'll save a half a dub before I save her
And that's 'til I die, I be as G as can be
Tell my mama when I go, bury me in a mink
My bitch say I need to change my ways and be more honest
I tell her ain't nothing change but the change and your spot ain't promised
All these bitches at my neck, I don't need an extra collar
And lames can stay in they lane, causing traffic jams and pile ups
So it's Jets up over every, and them plans land in dally
Three phones, still can't reach me with that shit you tryna tell me
Cause I vow to keep it trill, only focus on my mills
I done blew niggas deals on wheels, ride past road kill
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Curren$y:]
I'm riding on elbows, money green El Do
Rado I'm moving with 7 grams in my shell toes
Thinking 'bout pinky rings, might snatch me a pair of those
Pressed against my steering wheel, shining like a phantom grill
Didn't switch because I picked them chips up, I stayed real
Short bed Chevy pickup on off set 3 piece wheels
Muscle car maniac, wherever the bank be at
We thinking 'bout taking that president masses potato sacks
I'm puffing that danger pack, counting a paper stack
Laying up in Palm Springs, working on my golf swing
Smoked out, flying over the gulf, in a Gulf Stream
Indulging in delicacies, Jet Life is a legacy
Yea...
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Superstar"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

"Superstar"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Second nature to a player to do it major
Meet a broad, game her, get the panties and the paper
She gon' pay you if you do it how I say to
Just trynna lace you
A lil free game to all my neighbors
Door to door these hoes will go digging
Know I rock hella precious rose, white, yellow
They know better then to bring that hoeness when approaching a go getter
Professional Corvetter, Forgiato off-setter
Set this bitch off, set this bitch up for a weekend
Let her stay in my loft
Now she highed up day dreaming
Lost in the boss-ness, thinking she seen it all
This just a small part
We ain't even get out my car yet girl
[Hook - Curren$y:]
She got her blinkers on, my game tight
Turning her on, turning her right
Into what she want to be her whole life
She a superstar in my car tonight
Make her a superstar in my car tonight
And she a superstar in my car tonight
Turning her out, turning her right
Into a superstar in my car tonight
[Verse 2 - Ty Dolla $ign:]
Girl you a superstar in my car yeah
You remind of Beyoncé in that car yeah
On the freeway chiefin' big in the car yeah
Hell nah you can't smoke no cigs in the car yeah
Sex in the car yeah, head in the car yeah
I pull that bih over, hit it right in the driveway
Baby come my way
We be fucking for hours
I took her from her ex-man, he was a coward
But see both agree I hit it better than you ever had it
Girl you know I can't be your man so I'll just be your nigga
[Hook - Curren$y:]
She got her blinkers on, my game tight
Turning her on, turning her right
Into what she want to be her whole life
She a superstar in my car tonight
Make her a superstar in my car tonight
And she a superstar in my car tonight
Turning her out, turning her right
Into a superstar in my car tonight
[Verse 3 - Curren$y:]
I bought this just for you to see it
I sitting in my car chiefin'
Tell your homegirls that you leaving
Y'all could kick it some other evening
I'm not speeding it just feel like we is
Cause you ain't used to this, exclusiveness
Super cars parked outside the bar
That's how we set the bar high
As we was when I met
I'm surprised that I didn't forget
But you kept my attention since I made my grand entrance
It's bad ones in her, but you number one contender
Heavy smoking, light drinking, can't get too bent
Because I still gotta handle a Bent, that bitch quick
[Hook - Curren$y:]
She got her blinkers on, my game tight
Turning her on, turning her right
Into what she want to be her whole life
She a superstar in my car tonight
Make her a superstar in my car tonight
And she a superstar in my car tonight
Turning her out, turning her right
Into a superstar in my car tonight

 

[fox69]

"Supply & Demand"

"Supply & Demand"


Yeah, know I'm impatient, have to go right in
[Blows smoke]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' out a mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
I'm down, all ten toes
Eastside, my zip code
See, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold
Zip up your North Face
My Daytons is cross-laced
Seventy-two spokes, O-G shit, that's all I know
From the car I drove, right to the joints I smoke and that's fo' sho'
Hopped out in country-club attire, rockin' all my gold
Like I might drink an Arnold Palmer and golf eighteen holes
Pick up a tennis racket, my bitch got the bracelet to match it
See, we forever mashin' when the cash is involved
We grab it and stash it, let it stack up in them vaults
Built a safe; but you see that safe ain't really safe at all, cause
Niggas is dogs; they'll break in your house and steal the walls
Dig up your floors; really do it to you raw
It's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off
Say it's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' on a mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
Eastside my zip code, been down on ten toes
In it, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold
I could take ten, make twenty more
Gas out my lowrider in front the store
I'm throwin' it up out the sun-roof
Yeah, I keep the E in it to let 'em know
We up in the studio cookin' dope
Two bricks, we got six more to go
Eight-piece, you can get your pack and go
Cause the fiends ain't waitin' for it no more
They gettin' impatient, baby
And they say they can't take the pain
I just dropped a batch last month
They want me to come back again
See, it's called supply and demand
Underground, I am the man
Mainstream, they not like me
But I catch big stunts on them
Aw, man
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
Plottin' out the mission while I'm smokin' on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
Know I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals

 

[fox69]

"Surface To Air"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"Surface To Air"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



{Uh Jets nigga now where haven't we... they look up to jets nigga now where haven't we... fuck boys wondering if the bitch next}

[Curren$y:]
Ask yaself... how fly... the planes and the taylor gang... [x7]

Haters stand clear of em, ya'll stand cheer for em, shook away from lames and over came let's here it for em'
Zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to em', Outta nowhere air hare jordans...
Kicked up sittin' behind a mahogany desk, crumblin' 'erb just as Big Boi and Andre would suggest
Flow sick need a check up, flow sick that's how I got my checks up
Bad bitches gold diggin' lame niggas out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
Then slide through the set and fuck the JETS cause' she respect us
You think you got a winner, but you don't I bet she let us (lettuce)
Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup... the works!
Driving in a aquifina truck to the club cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test dummy honey need a helmet cause she jumping head first
It's amazing how I get so high and stay so down to Earth

[Chorus:]
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't nobody fuckin' with us
You didn't put 100 on it then you can't hit it.'
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin'
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they bitches

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Smoke filled rooms, camera lens zooms from a mile away you smell the fumes
College girls play me in their ipod or zune
Even bitches with bad attitudes bumpin' to our tunes, they high maintenance
Give em' wings let em' fly places, introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers
Rollin' in lime papers and Randy's, smokin' out somewhere where the sand be. Plan B killin' these kids
Not Michael Jackson, I ain't feeling these kids, and you hatin' such a shame that's where your energy is
I'm in a Gfizz flying, leave your bitches with the planes now she sky diving. Hella vibin'
And your hating adds just more steam, more chips now I'm living more Rothstein
So for every thing it's worth, I travel all four corners of the Earth putting in work

[Chorus:]
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't nobody fuckin' with us
You didn't put 100 on it then you can't hit it.'
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin'
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they bitches

 

[fox69]

"T.Y."

"T.Y."


[Intro]
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Chandeliers and the ceiling still
She get the chills
Remembering when shit was so real, she could feel me
Handling the steering wheels
Lane to lane, until we made it to the plane
No diamonds in my ear, plenty in my watch
The neighborhood superstar
The neighborhood watch love to watch
I'm in the drop, easy to spot, hard to get
Not a target for too much of a boss for all that kid shit
I'm in the 6 with an AMG kit
Pay me quick, or the killers record hits
I'm in the mix motherfucker this is instant grits
Butter lather
Rapping these studiobricks, nobody does it better
[Hook x2:]
We the realest shit you heard about
Keep it pumping even when it's a drought
If you bucking then we pulling it out
Hit the block and newest thing out
JLR bitch we running the south
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
And if they leave me the weight, I'm a take it
A whole zip of that kill, I fuck around and face it
We only speaking what's real, this is more than a basic
I been had it on my mind before I even made it
Top dog, the shots called, nigga we make 'em
Bitches want love and they pussy is persuasive
I be in the cut blazing like I'm from Jamaica
These lames ain't us they just duplicate our flavor
I'm so far gone but I'll be back with some paper
Weighing on this fucking vape like I was the creator
Left the little league and hopped straight in the majors
Spike the sprite just to add a little more flavor
We make this here for all the original players
Real gon be real, and the haters gon be haters
And when you notice that your hustle gon be so amazing
This took time, I had got better with patience
And this jet life, you gotta love it or hate it (nigga)
[Hook x4:]
We the realest shit you heard about
Keep it pumping even when it's a drought
If you bucking then we pulling it out
Hit the block and newest thing out
JLR bitch we runnin the south
[Outro]

 

[fox69]

"Table Of Contents"

"Table Of Contents"


Right hand to God...
I done this for our side...
Every time I smoke and ride...

Eastside on the rise...
Corporation never die...
Let's all get high...
Till our eyes turn to dollar signs...
Money forever on my mind...

Owners Manual...
Shit you don't get till you get it...
Get it?

Smoked out with my niggas...
You'll die to live how we livin'...
Puttin' money away for the children...
My unborn sittin' on millions...
Shit...

Done that for our side...
Just like every time...
Eastside on the rise...
Five-oh-four on mine...
Jet Life...

 

[fox69]

"Take Off"

"Take Off"


[Intro:]
Yeah
Let me breathe for a minute
Ight (clears throat)
Yeah

[Verse 1:]
That "Where Da Cash At" video was a lot of fun
Took my royalty check and I bought a lot of guns
Took a little bit of change and bought some more whips
Cause I had enough guns to hold down all that shit
The rest of the money, I invested it
Stocks and bonds that was advice from my Moms
I bought a couple of shares of Louis Vuitton
Chanel, Gucci, and Benetton
United colors, we the flyest brothers
We fly and hover over you land lovers
You man lover
Wait I'm gonna come right back

[Verse 2:]
Boston George or should I say New Orleans Nelson
Young Money fans waiting on my solo album
Be cool it'll be here in a minute
I'm a show you more games then the mothafucking Olympics
I'm tempted to go and cop me one of them Benzes
SLR's with vertical lifting doors
Step out on the red carpet and then I pause (See Me)
Yeah
Let the paparazzi get a eyefull
I feel like slim muhfucker I'm way overdosed

Young Money nigga, Fly Society
Young Money nigga, Fly Society
Young Money nigga, yeah