Curren$y

[fox69]

"The Life"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"The Life"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



Yeah! It's young Khalifa man, Currensy the hot spitta
Look in the mirror man ask yourself one thing hahahaha
How Fly yeahhh

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Foot on the gas, I'm fast living picture me I ain't have no pot to piss in
Now I'm checking bags cheif and hash with politicans helicopter pads some hoes
To get to know and hella zags, no tagss. I ain't one to brag but if you ain't trying to hear
About the money drugs and women then I ain't one to asskkk. Smoke so much that I'm
Going brain dead Hoes mad at me cause my phone off until my plane land. I tell her
Whoa!... slow down baby the spitta with me it's enough to go round lady, you drive by
I give her wings redbull and Jim buckets of a couple paper planes broadcasting my
Name over internet airwaves bitches hear me on twitter put my music on there
Myspace pagess. yeah! if you smoke then roll up and play this me and hot spitta
Come where the planes is

[Curren$y:]
She said she wants to sip clicquot on my living room floor smoke weed hang with
Other famous people I know gain access to exculsive places I go lavesh and dangerous
Is the life I chose, but I wouldn't change it for nothing Sex, money and drugs wrong way
Sports cars and luggage better to be somebody for one day then to be a nobody for your
Whole life so fuck it! yeah get the cork out the bottle put the purp in the easy wider
Spitta in the house, hide your lighters I take em, a case I mistake them indented in
My bed for I could'ntswore I brought this one in with me in the cinnamion interior 9 10 to
Early 80's buy chevy with a great engine. high jacking your women you left her
Unattened Dr. jackle and Mr. Fly when I'm on that liqour the way of the samarui
I got my chi centered sharp as blades these bars I lay forever the player and
Never played I slay them bitches I never save, bomb ass trees they get blazed
Palm trees we use them for the shade, What else can I say I got it made
Like I had it built taylor gang or get killed. Yeah!

 

[fox69]

"The Mack Book"
(feat. Action Bronson)

"The Mack Book"
(feat. Action Bronson)



[Curren$y:]
This was crafted by the masters
To be played on the block
In the project hallways of secluded mansions
I shot a video once
With French Montana in the Hamptons
He brought a hundred chicks through
Coke boy magic
I was rolling fat ones
I always had that pack son
When Tity Boi was the only one
Calling the weed gas
I came up with a nice plan
To stack some mean cash
I done this move
Away from the stash spot I cruise
On the way to my next move
My best move, you best move
Or get wrecked
That's real life that's not a threat
The crib big still got wings like a jet
Wings like a plane
Elevators, hella steps
Nigga

[Unknown sample]

[Curren$y:]
Uh
Feel like a player
Straight game
Ballers
Commentators, fans, haters, spectators
All in the same stadium
Only one can win
Will it be you or one of them?

 

[fox69]

"The Man"

"The Man"


It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who

Swang like swords on the boulevard
Love from the broads get 'em high fuck 'em hard
Smokin' in my yard looking at my cars
Try to pick 'em out I like to switch 'em up before the night falls
Stunting just a little bit if you gotta call it something
I'm just tryna show you how to come up out of nothing
Get a progress from the struggle
Out West smoking killa onions
Me and [?] bong snap shatter wax pimpin' all that
Penning raps counting paper stacks
Jet Life on the map
Bong snap shatter wax nigga all that
Penning raps counting stacks Jet Life on the map

Uh
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist
Uh
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga

All I'm tryna do is get my cash on
All I'm tryna do is run them numbers up
Get something smart and sexy I could smash on
We got four bad bitches in the truck with us
I smoke 'em to the face I never pass 'em
But I'll toss you the bag and let you roll one up
Friday night we pull out them Italians
That's Ferrari's Lamborghini's coming out the cut, yea

It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch

It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
Homie you know me well

 

[fox69]

"The Only Thing That Matters"
(feat. Street Wiz)

"The Only Thing That Matters"
(feat. Street Wiz)



Yeah, Ooooohoohoohoo
(Welcome to the Winner's Circle, nigga)
[Curren$y:]
My girl kickin' a buzz in my ear, it's gon' snow
Guess I'll grab the white tee and the chinchilla coat
Game time, front row, court side
Lakers in the Eighties, baby- that's showtime
And I grind like Venture Trucks
That's a shout to my skateboard homies, what's up
Yeah, life is a bumpy road
But that money make the ride a lot smoother like shocks and struts
Yeah, shout out to my homie, Mr. Fab
Next time I'm in the Bay
We can smoke a hundred blunts on your school bus
F.S. Jets in God We Trust
Lame niggas lyin' to they bitches
Sayin' that they hang with us
We was in the same club
But that don't mean that you came with us
Better get it together
Can't be around duck-ass niggas
I'm allergic to the feathers
Yeah, it's whatever whenever
If the [?]
Result in me getting cheddar
From the very beginning, I just felt I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, Winning is the only thing that matters
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
[Street Wiz:]
Fly with the fliest
We comin' through the airwaves
Worldwide high sky Fly until the next day
Yeah, that money on my mind constant
I'm steady flippin' numbers
'Til I'm off my mind countin'
[?]
Swag off the chain
Go run and tell about it
We staring in the lane
F.S. Jet Gang
You can check the highlights
Look we live the High Life
You catch me on the cloud 9
With my brain soakin'
Focused in the game
Look I see the lane open
I'm going for the shot
Gain points 'til it's over
Forever gettin' mine
Look I'm clever with the grind
Check the safe place
Look it's lavish with the [?]
I'm runnin' outta time
But I ain't really trippin'
I gotta a lot left
To turn eternal work into some [?]
Yeah
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on the level
You are not competition, Just a step on my ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
From the very beginning, I knew that I was better
Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level
You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder
Top of the division, write my name on the banner
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)
F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters
(F.S. Jets, winning is the only thing that matters)

 

[fox69]

"The Planes"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"The Planes"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



[Chorus:]
I guarantee you leave the club with us you won't be the same
They can't help it c'mon these bitches know it's The Planes
Let all my money talk for me, what more can I say
That money will be seen, as soon as I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Curren$y:]
My car ride by without the boomin' system
I'd rather spend that loot on my engine
Oh, hail to the chief, I been one helluva indian
But settlin' in teepees ain't sittin' well with me see
I need plenty green acres
And easy wider papers
Got the OG game in me sega
Bulls verses lasers to the left
I played her, but you treat her right
Sucka what I get in one night
You wait a couple months for
You love her, I cut up
She woke and I was gone only weed crumbs on the cover
Yeah spitta get it like that
Just how I said it in my raps respect it don't I keep it real
Said I fuck you good and disappear, ain't that what I did?
Niggas talkin' down on the planes better shut up
I'm fed up, waitin' on valet to pull my vet up
You better get up
Trynna be cute bitch I'm a leave you
Her home girl she said "please" too,
She no crazy

[Chorus]

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Drunk nights goin' through my phone tryna figure out which one I want to get at
You already home cookin' and grindin' my weed for me, I just left the club but I'll be there in a minute
Take the lock off the door
And that way you won't even have to listen for me
Oh yeah, and leave some light on in the kitchen darlin'
I mess with the baddest hoes
Gotta go overseas to buy their clothes
Trees she got 'em rolled
Don't gotta deal with jealousy cause she not involved
Ain't trippin' on her man cause she got her own, yeah
Independent as can be still I'm the one they're calling
Be there then I'm in the wind no breakfast in the morning
Phil, I'm in and out like it's fast food
People get to know me say I'm more than just a rap dude
Pay the cost to be the boss - no tax due
Now my money feelin' like it's tattooed

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"The Pledge (In & Out)"

"The Pledge (In & Out)"


Ride Chevy wide-body cross the Bridge of Terabithia.
Skills I was born with but I can try teachin ya.
Drop gems from the clouds homie hope they reachin ya.
The one they turnin up their speakers for.
It's undeniable that I'm liable to own the world as I'm entitled fool.
Get it right all I need is a try or two.
If I was you I'd only do what I wanted to do,
And tell them other niggas kick rocks, yeah.
Park my jet at the end of the block
G-Shock matchin' my Argyle socks.
This year when the ball drop in my heart I knew
This was no time to let suckas knock me out for my loot.
Take me off of my roof. I'd be a damn fool I Mapquested it
It's right at my next exit, shit.
Catch my bread I'm right back in this shit.
Protect my neck homie only in myself do I invest.
Only in your hands does your fate really rest,
But you could leave it to another man be my guest.
Could never survive in my shoes homie not a step.
Cause I move with those of whom you are scared to death.
Sucka ass niggas ain't rappin that real.
Ya'll should be members of the Screen Actors Guild.
Bitches see their reflections when they look in my wheel,
But they never get to do it cause I can't keep still.
Pedal to the metal smell the rubber when I peel.
Before I get on the beat the beat write it's own will.
Trees in the grinder, the battles on chill.
Hand on your bitch had my mind on another mill, yeah. (Jets Fool)

 

[fox69]

"The Roll Out"
(feat. Le$)

"The Roll Out"
(feat. Le$)



It's not a game, boy
Niggers claim they all fucked up
We in the cut, some brother's in the trunk
File showers 'cause it rain around this bitch every hour
They cry about it for a second then forget about you
Your problem wasn't riders
They was just running 'cause you was popping
Funny 'cause they got to running when them niggers got to pop 'em
Fresh to death, outfit you got shot in
Step outside, my cloud high, dumping it with my faculty
Battle without the technicalities
The fuck you niggers know about a strategy
I ain't gotta pull up first, I gotta pull up right
Paint dripping, motor tight
Anywhere we go tonight, dynamite
Matches strike, spark that, motor running
Headlights off, parked out back behind our back
No eating, just meeting, real bosses
Turn anywhere they at into an office
Small talking, just make you to a large target
Don't get caught up, OGs never taught you stuff
Hustlers who burn me up

Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low

They just talking and they bluffing
Taking action while you suckers keep discussing
So disgusting how these grown men acting so bitch made
Never had to switch, I been a man since sixth grade
Sipping on the 40, sitting on the curve
Looking at the stars and I was crazy 'cause this is what we are
A lot of homies shed blood just to sit on that butter
They gotta do dirt just to stay out the gutter
Seen it all in the head, didn't even see 30
You barking at the moon but the mutts ain't worthy
Wanna get your shine but I only shine on 'em
Pull up on the black, pack clutch, recline on 'em
GREEN BEAMER on gold that sit like a leprechaun
I'm riding with your wife, told her she was my lucky charm
Plan, baby, 'cause I never put no faith in no bitch
That paper anyhow gonna make her switch
Go ahead and dig a ditch, partner, bury yourself
Your biggest downfall is how you carry yourself
Bum ass nigger, we stay breaded up while you crumb ass niggers go smarten up
You dumb ass niggers, read a couple books, put some fat in your head
And get some motivation, get your ass out of bed
You suckers rather tweet about it while we out here being about it
Check on Instagram, only way you gonna see about it
I'm on that stack up, put my team on it
Go boss, shit your plan on that middle with a mall shit, rock's too cloudy
Guess them niggers caught up in the rain
Check the news before they came, find they planes, bitch

Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low

 

[fox69]

"The Seventies"

"The Seventies"


[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Yeah, right back like I left my cell phone in the sofa cushion
Pay attention to 'em, show you how a pro do it
To the edge I push it, clearing over the ledge
Long way from down there so don't look if you're scared
On the quest for the bread, like I'm trying to build a sandwich
Tall enough to put me next to the moon if I was to stand on it
That's all, you niggas sugary, get caught in the rain and dissolve
Reinforced frame, now Spitta too strong
Sucka niggas ain't built to last that long
They out of ammunition making whack ass songs
Rap ain't wrong, it's just fucked up, not like that forever though
Because you got us, good weed, bad bitches among us
Try not to let this bullshit become us
We the Jets, my nigga only God is above us
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back
Bad bitch in the passenger seat she twistin' up a sack
I know this ain't the seventies, I'm feeling like the Mac
Goldie, you can't hold me from collecting these stacks
Full steam ahead, no time for looking back
While I was off you niggas was getting fat
It's my time boss I need parts of all that
If I ain't on my grind then what you call that
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Heavens to Betsy somebody catch me, I'm fallin'
Hopefully I land on both Jordan's
Get right back to the sky with another bong rip
Another broken celly maybe I should buy a phone clip
Stop it, I would never rock it
Like my wallets, my money and my rubbers all in my pockets
You already know what's in them Louie pouches
It's prescribed so I ride with at least a couple ounces
Never seen lions pouncin' on their prey
Real shit, that's how I approached the beat today
These, niggas is slippin', butterfingers going to the bar
Don't leave your broad you better bring her with you boy
Or you'll be filing a missing person report for her
Picture on a milk carton at the Krogers
Winn-Dixie or whoever your local grocery freezer
If I didn't think I would lose my account I would of U Streamed her
[Hook - Curren$y:]
Crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back
Bad bitch in the passenger seat she twitstin' up a sack
I know this ain't the seventies, I'm feeling like the Mac
Goldie, you can't hold me from collecting these stacks
Full steam ahead, no time for looking back
While I was off you niggas was getting fat
It's my time boss I need parts of all that
If I ain't on my grind then what you call that

 

[fox69]

"The Slang"

"The Slang"


All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Million dollar airplane, took 20 bands to fill it up
My nigga roll one, picture us
In the French Riviera, bossin', twistin' killa up
It ain't nothing to blown a million dollars in a month
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Pulled up with my Loc's on
Blowin' that smoke out, bitches want to go home and work out
Tryin' to see if it's as good as she had heard about
I smashed her home girl, she still running her mouth
Promoting, putting that word out
I'm in that soft top Impala going hard for them dollars
If you were smart, you would follow
Cause this is guidance
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
All I've ever done was my thang
All they ever did was steal game
Not paying homage, trying to sound the same
Trying to borrow slang's, knowing that they ain't gang
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Dadada dada dada dada dada dada
Da dadada dada dada dada dada dada

 

[fox69]

"The Strangest Life"

"The Strangest Life"


[Curren$y]
Yea dog, you don't think that I should just do it again tho?

[McKenzie Eddie]
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known

[Curren$y]
This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
I wonder if... Me as a kid
Was proud of what I did
Now that I'm grown
10 Minutes from "ON"
And Lightyears from "OFF"
The once lowly employee, has wholly become a boss
Champagne with French names
French connection tees on wirey and sexy frames
Living like a nigga can't feel no pain...

This is... The strangest
Life that I... Have ever known
I wonder if... My parent's give me
Benefit of the doubt
Or do they think its more than it's weed I'm on
Living like a nigga can't feel no pain
Living like a nigga can't... feel

Yeah
Yea, That's it