Curren$y

[fox69]

"Audio Dope II"

"Audio Dope II"


Yea.
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uhh
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uhh
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uhh
Fool
Spitta get this whole shit jumpin like
Kangaroo pouch Louis Vuitton
The small things keep me different from these fools
Pull my draw strings
Keep my sweats off of my shoes
I'm a dawg mang keep my paws clean
I ain't fuckin with you at all
Lames is your whole set
Please don't recognize ya'll
Independent acrobatic
Make that loo sommersault
Rememberin my license and restrictions in my moms car
Came a long way
But I don't got time to be
Sittin at the dock of the bay
Wastin every second
Money can be made out a rhyme
I can do it on the dime
Kick the shit out the beat until it die
Call CSI
I got um runnin scared tryna catch up
57 heinz gregory the dance legend
Make music I'm steppin out
At a major event
Best dressed in attendance
And I never left the house
Right back at it
Like the Pilot get the pot
We can get it crackin in here
Audio Dope
We track traffickin
And they askin for mo is you back again?
And I ain't talking bout practice no mo.
When it's game time show me to the stove
Audio dope
Yea nigga we track traffickin
They askin for mo is you back again?
Greens rolled under the gazzibo
Lemonade level vodka
Badgamon playin Keno
Musical Mafia
Loaded bases bring my Team home I'm the great bambino
Roulette wheels in the casino
Fat max scammin off the top
But that's the game we in
What you gone do about it huh?
Sacrifice and hit the independent prolly not?
They not like me.
That's why they don't like me
Me I'm like Lee
In my trilla in between
Scenes got the feature girl from the video full of weed
Break your foot tryna kick it like I kick it
Kill yourself tryna live how I'm livin
SPITTA
Right back at it
Like the Pilot get the pot
We can get it crackin in here
Audio Dope
We track traffickin
And they askin for mo is you back again?
And I ain't talking bout practice no mo.
When it's game time show me to the stove
Audio dope
Yea nigga we track traffickin
They askin for mo is you back again?
(All around the world the same song
Cali buzz strong it's that love phase gone
So high tell my neighbors thought I moved out
Because your boy stays gone
Now tell me that I ain't got it and then keep a straight face punk!)

 

[fox69]

"Audio Dope III"

"Audio Dope III"


What car chases are made of
Get high, give motherfuckers what they came for
On sight appraisal
You ain't worth shit streaks on newspaper
Square fruity ass nigga you a now and later
Can't do me shit you just like to say it huh?
Harmless, water baloon bomb threats
My rain supreme I got your main bitch wet
Step the fuck off homeboy you lost it
See fathers be sons by my bossness
Jet life front office
Hand orders down to my sergeant
Motherfucker we the army
Better yet the navy, air force assault team
Game to be sold holla at me for consulting
Success resulting from whatever I invest myself in
I come up like gull wings
From this high up yo big plans look like small things
Could you please land my plane in New Orleans
I got the ref in my crib cause I'm balling
My bitch cook every night but I rap like I'm starving
Effortless progression
Like that moving sidewalk thing in the airport
Motherfuck that, teleport he was last in the park scene
In a pair of polo chino's and sum white gold rosary beads
Feeding pigeons bread crust and saltines
Laying low, highly enlightened though
Pinning these quotes
Audio Dope
Steady giving these suckas rope
Audio Dope
Steady giving real people hope
Audio Dope

 

[fox69]

"Bales"
(feat. Curren$y & Young Roddy)

"Bales"
(feat. Curren$y & Young Roddy)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Smoking a hundred dollar joint
Major presentation, nigga Power Point
Homes, hesitation never been a choice
Early bird gets the Rolls Royce
Baby cakes Duncan Hines moist
Cause that money make her come anywhere I am
She not dumb anytime she hear my voice
Like a money machine luxury fiend
Do anything survive the cobra's clutches
Hopscotch hot coals on solid gold crutches bitch cold
Ice man can't touch it half court raining buckets
Star struck bitches behaving like lightning hit 'em
Hold they hearts I'm in the building
Oh lord Andretti killed 'em
When they swung that '76 glass house three wheeling
Surveillance vans parked up the block tryna peep the dealings
Like I don't see them
I tell my bitch to bring them a nice pitcher of ice tea since they thirsty
Out right parched for the downfall of a boss
Homie not me soon as one ends another one start this is season six
We take the food plate and table cloths from a sip off rip lock your shit
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
And I find myself blunted
One million dollar thoughts I'm just tryna make some money
Turn my rainy day sunny
Frank White style, my city I run it, skinny nigga turned chubby
For safety my burner under my Rugby
Either hate me or love me I'm purple label my luggage
Uh, I try my best to dodge trouble
You see Spitta my brother, you catch us puffing in public
Trill nigga one hundred better yet one thousand
Good God, will I make it out this jungle
I'm just a nigga from the bricks with a bitch who's from London
Big dog Bill Russell from a bucket to a Hummer
They say the good die young I've seen the pretty turn ugly
They either shoot [?] at a bitch I shoot [?]
They heard me to my stomach so his momma cry a puddle
420 vision from up here's mad blurry

 

[fox69]

"Ballin/Starvin"

"Ballin/Starvin"


Eating but I'm starving like a starving
Hey hey hey
[?]
Eating but I'm hustling like a starving artist
East side
Jet Life
Fo'20 Massacre
Did it all in a day
Yeah
Armored cars 'cause the whole world is ours
Family bill paid collecting my cards with these bars
Feeling like Boston George
With my seven car garage
Spent half my life in an airport
Smoking, healing my emotional scars
XXL my only physical award
I dropped the EP of the year with my dog Harry Fraud
I did it in a day
That's how you make a play
The Fo'20 Massacre happened the same way
These beats get slain
But love is shown the whole way
I pulled up in a Wraith and I parked it
Slid in my Ferrari, started it
Working but its looking like we're partying
Eating but I'm hustling like a starving artist is
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
Show you how to ball without a record deal
Independently I hustle bought a Bentley deal
A major player still ride Chevy still
Rubber bands around a hundred hundred dollar bills
Rims look like kids doing cartwheels
And I'll give it all away 'cause my heart big
Yeah
Fo'20 Massacre
For you to smoke to
Till we drop that
Full length
Feature film, The Motion Picture Soundtrack
This oughta hold you
Yeah
[?]
Nigga you have been sleeping
You would have been sleeping
For the cake and ice cream
Rubbing your stomach on [?]

 

[fox69]

"Balloons Off The Roof"

"Balloons Off The Roof"


I'm with' you bro
I fuck with this record
I just want homie to brush up on his Biggie
He need to respect Biggie, that's all
But I fuck with this record right here
Ain't gonna waste no time
We'll just do it
Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
And I been catchin' the same stunts
Lately been pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari late nights
Swervin' that bitch like a racecar
It feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait for it
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bruh
That's a six-trey, there's a six-four
Another six-four, there's a six-five
I got a lot more
That's a ninety-six
I got three a'dem
And a sixty-eight on the way, bruh
Chrome all on the sway bar
What you say dog? Wait
Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
Lately been catchin' the same stunts
And I been pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari late nights
Swervin' that ho like a racecar
Yeah, it feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait for it
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bruh
That's a six-trey, there's a six-four
Another six-four, there's a six-five
I got a lot more
That's a ninety-six
I got three a'dem
And a sixty-eight on the way, bruh
Chrome all on the sway, bruh
Your bitch got a room at the A loft
She want me to come fuck her head off
I'm countin' up like a straight boss
I cain't afford to take a break for her
Baby girl, gimme a couple hours
I need to smoke
And then I need to take a shower
Then I need to smoke
For some more hours
'Cause you know I got a love affair with flowers
Concentrate they high power
I know you don't fuck with that
This shit is the truth
Might make you think of "Fly"
You might try to jump off the roof
Bitch, look at you
Yep
Like...
Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
Been catchin' the same stunts
Your bitch saw me pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari last night
Swervin' that bitch like a racecar
It feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to for
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bro
If she bad then she prob'ly kicked it
Let's do one more...

 

[fox69]

"Bank Statement"

"Bank Statement"


Yeah
In these times it's more gimmicks than lyrics
Yeah
In these times it's more gimmicks than lyrics
But I stay trill, knowing it might fall on deaf ears for real
Instagram shenanigans, gang precedent over skill
Anything to get you shine in these dark years
I've been reppin' Jet Life in the killin' fields
Some of us probably never make it out of here
Some of us don't really give a fuck, they, just givin' up
They not livin' they just alive, waitin' to die
Not I, no never, I want better than have-nots
Not for long 'cause we go-getters
And we gon' keep on gettin' until they catch us
Though we never slip I guess we gon' reign forever
We some motherfucker money makin' underground legends
Standin' on the furniture
Fuck these VIP sections, depositing the checks
Countin' up my blessings, plottin' on the next move
Sure as Raekwon, cheffin' 'em
And I'm praying for the best direction of my crew progression
For T.Y. to never switch up, that's all I tell him
For Corner Boy to know this shit could blow up in a second
It's lookin' like we sellin' dope though we slayin' records
With little to no radio presence
Could still flex on 'em with that mainstream leverage
Show 'em my bank statement, you know your life been threatened Nigga
Life

 

[fox69]

"Bape McFlurry"

"Bape McFlurry"


Gold roadsters, Porsche Roadster, Rolex Daytona
Went to school with one rolled up
Folder my first rhymes got wrote in
And the clothing feel like I'm appropiate
Going to the US Open
My jewelry froze
And every piece that I got, got diamonds on 'em
Skrrt, skrrt
She heard
Heart beating through her t shirt
They think I'm bout to speak
But I'm pretendin' to not see her
Cause bitch you last week
You took a selfie in my Rolls
Ho, that was mad weak
Now when I ride you cain't roll
I got a bag today
Dumped on the rollin' tray
A quarter pound of grade-A
Countin' stuffers all on the way
Andale
Pick the bags up
Drop the bags off
That's all day
Living out my raps cous-o
I really push rhymes like weight
Been around like Bape
Suckers try to duplicate
What you know about collaborations dawg
I'm talkin' original or fake
Baby Milo t-shirt
Unkle Dunks, you don't want no funk
Storage my Louis Vutton trunk
I can pop tags the next 12 months
Get to my pool, I rolled a joint
I told Lil Wayne to pull up
He played sk8 against Stevie Williams
I think they bet like a million somethin'
Big cake, big knife
It's like, dog, we eatin' off big plates
Buyin' Ferraris and tourin' off these mixtapes
Eastside

 

[fox69]

"BBS"

"BBS"


This that go BBS flow
plastic nike air tags on your original 4's
niggas is z'ed on your mans and I'm rollin a O
leave em sleep I don't need them suckers listenin to me pack a bone for everything except the kitchen sink underneath wich I keep a set of Andy slippers
I could fix my nine in a four we go over by them bitches
a quick lil something cant get the back
I don't know where I left my hand mirror type of dillemas will never hinder my jet living
we juss chillin so don't come round here fake toughin
runnin off the wemon
bossed up all us southside the club waintin to tip them drivers who pull our cars up the fuck yu though this was dawg Imma trill muffucker after all
haters is dressed in safeteyness encouraging my fall wont catch me there
but you can catch me on air when my new shit premier
at watever media outlet decide to play it fair
fuck playin there pimin Imma play the bear grizzle seriously fish burn turn flip styles furiously this that 70 soul green alchemestry amen been a g since buddy lee's lames be cuffin they jeans and their bitches I be cookin these bird ass hoes running circles round
they rotissery chickens love got a shovel in her hand I see you diggin strike gold build your own coffin wit it deadass flick ashes on the girls in my pastence they tell us for the ones I was juss fuckin
the crib for the I was gonna get right back wit its easy to get tangled in the stars spangled mangeled in the night life livin out my bars... dangerous

 

[fox69]

"Been Real"

"Been Real"


Landed with my duffle in hand
Working out a plan
Hustle not a scam
Struggle of a man
Tryna get to it
Southern supplier of real music
Trill shit evoke...

Landed with my duffle in hand
Working out a plan
A hustle not a scam
This the struggle of a man tryna get to it
Southern supplier of real music
Trill shit evoke feeling when you listen to it
Only trueness if ever I spoke
It was a million dollar quote if ever I wrote
Papered up, but I'm still feeling broke
Ran 100 miles still got plenty more to go
Terrace overlooking the seashore
Left side of my walk-in closet look like the BBC store
Lifestyle goals, this is something you should reach for
High as the stars because we on my nigga
Drug dealer cars we gettin' country club homes we living
Looking like a PGA champion
Crib made out, I'm stoned in the governor's mansion
Tryna put a little dope in the game
Put some pure in your veins
Help you maintain and stay sane
Sharpen yo knives and carve your own lane
Never let that money make you change
A Gangster gets his money and remains

I ain't always had that paper but I been real
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
You don't know how that shit feel
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
That ain't how you niggas live
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
You don't know how this shit
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
That ain't how you niggas live

Outside the chicken spot in that Starship Rolls
With the kamikaze doors
Discussin the hard from the last score
As the world revolves slow
We livin fast, runnin through that cash
Cause any minute can be our last
So we live it up, pop a bottle lift your glass
This is us, the team that never switched up
To the script, memorized that bitch
Y'all was tryna be too slick
You end up lying in shit
See this a dog eat dog world
You get fleas you get bit
Tryna live free in the streets, might get hit
This is for those who wanna thrive, not just exist
To survive and surpass all the shit
Ferraris and a bad bitch, pillow-top mattress
Daydreamin about paper advancement
Gettin up, gettin to it, really puttin the plan in action
The result is the boss smokin gas, mashin
On the interstate blazin' reminiscin laughin
Smilin at all memories, even the bad ones
Cause at least we had em
Some of us made it, some of us immortalized in murals
Lookin to the pavement
Candles in the spot homie was slayed in
I shed a tear with my top down it was rainin

Unh...

I ain't always had that paper but I been real
You don't know how that shit feel
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
That ain't how you niggas live
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
You don't know how this shit feel
That ain't how you niggas live

 

[fox69]

"Billions"
(with Currensy feat. Deelow)

"Billions"
(with Currensy feat. Deelow)



[Curren$y:]
Uh billions in the bank account, all I thank about
I get it in there before they take me out
Niggas mumbling, the fuck is they talking bout?
Who had the illest cars in the parking lot?
Bottles popped birds flock tho why not
We the last live niggas left, money power respect
Keys to the jet, Jordan number 5 in my bathing ape sweats
Bulls 91 shoot around shirt, Mitchell and Ness
Bitch says call her cinnamon, I just say, say bitch
And she gettin in that, yes!
Squares get tangled in the game like a net
She will be going in her purse next
Hard on em cause I don't ever let em rest
Either get paid or, outta my way
Bet!

[Deelow:]
Billions and billions
We stackin
Billions and billions [x3]

[Styles P:]
I'm thinking of the billions and shit
Mad high off the weed Daz Dillinger lit
Every crime story I'm the villain in it
Ride around with dirty niggas that-ll deal in the whip
Work in the box
With something that-ll get a nigga murked in the box
And some purp in the box
Yeah you take the bub but you don't burp it alot
Fuck around with dirty niggas that-ll worship the glock
I'm dollar bill green and weed green
I ain't green with envy cause that ain't no g theme
You damn right I'm a G boy!
B boy
D boy
Body for the decoy
Everything I touch gone glow Bruce Leeroy
Creeping through the hood in the coupe like I'm peenoid
Mom cleared bubble like a [?]
Old school nigga throw a key on a ski-sort

[Deelow:]
Billions and billions
We stackin
Billions and billions [x3]