Curren$y

[fox69]

"Billy Ocean"

"Billy Ocean"


Yeah
Everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah
Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
Yeah
Yeah

Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean

You can act like you don't know
Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close
Take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow bumping Snoop Dogg
Blowing dolo
Its like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close
To the civilians
Underground casinos for the real ones
You would suffocate in the building
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they
I'd rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate
Not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear the interstate up where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rolling weed from the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Living out what I say
On these albums and tapes

Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean

Yeah
Act like you don't know
Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean

Nigga whatchu know
That original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, Imma show off
Sucka bring his ho, he got his ho tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
High'ed up as I float on
They gon' have to call the fuckin' coast guard
Shit

Roll another one up while I'm smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin'
Mother fuckin' Billy Ocean

Yeah never will I get into no ho shit
Nope, I'm not for it
Spitta and Cardo
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I'm not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Not for it

 

[fox69]

"Biscayne Bay"

"Biscayne Bay"


[Intro:]
Yea... Life
Type shit...
You need to have a driver for this
Type shit you ride home too
[Verse 1:]
Niggas too talkative
Chatty Cathy ass simps, I'm on this bossin' shit
My homie just came home, he got a corner office in this
Empire, I constructed brick by brick, this rap hustling
Tennis shoes, t-shirts, lunchboxes, fuck it
If it could be sold then lets do it, if it could be sold we gon' move it
I got the driveway to prove it, crazy high, but I'm not stupid
Blood hound know where the loot is, bring my homies straight to it
[Verse 2:]
My bitches gettin' high to the music
My gangsta bros before me show me exactly how to do it
You only gon' get out it, whatever you put into it
So I go extra to make sure my shit come with the leather
The sunroof, the carbon fiber, Alcantara whatever
Navigation, blue tooth, all kind of shit I never use
Sittin' in that Skyline, the style of a stockbroker
Storytellin' weed slanging pot smoker
Revolutionary, rollin Chevy till I fall over
Told em, bury me a G and let my momma have the cheese
Though I'll never die cause the music livin' in the streets
That's all that matter to me
Cause this other shit ain't real, them hoes just fuckin' because of that deal
These niggas livin' life with you until they just get jealous and you get killed
I'm just ridin',smokin',prayin'
That the lord keep them away, and we keep gettin' this money
Cause we legends in the makin', I'm sayin'
...life

 

[fox69]

"Bitch Get Up"
(feat. Juvenile)

"Bitch Get Up"
(feat. Juvenile)



[Hook: x15]
Get up bitch
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Back of the spot, smoked out, that's how you find me
Weed clouds around me, bad bitch on the side of me
Say she wearing shades so she can watch her nigga shining
Bottom bitch come out on top, cause she really riding
Know them tires sliding, fastest thing in the parking lot, that's mine mama
Now gon' get inside it
Wave bye to your partners, windows clearer than Vodka
Only tinted my silver Bentley that came with a driver
Back at the crib, ran through hella bitches in that walk in shower
Try to be lowkey, but they get smashed too good
They go to talking about it
Her best friend looking for me, when she say me I was hopping
Out of that uh... she ain't know what it was but I was looking like drugs to her
And the fur lay, paid
Polar bear skin rug love, you tryna' do
Say what?
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
My neck game be moon walking, wrist game be bus stopping
Earrings be two stepping, tee game be pussy popping
Smoke good, feel good, walk right, swag up
Money right, stacked up, now whoop this nigga want act up?
I'm thugged out in this bitch, got a whole club on my wrist
Money, women, and fast cars, I love all of that shit
Whatever you heard about a real nigga, I does all of that shit
East, west, out mid-west, got plugs in all of that shit
But Uptown's my stomping, dope game be jumping
And we got whatever you need it, all depends on who want some
Glock next to my johnson, big dog on my function
Ice game like hockey, I'm confident and I'm cocky
I got Benjamin's in my pocket, credit cards in my wallet
A bitch on my dick, and she bouncing up, hydraulic
Then that ho told me she love me, I told her bitch you lying
You don't like me, it's the money
You say that shit all the time
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Black Bottle Affair"

"Black Bottle Affair"


The eyes can't hide it, yeah she excited
Live's a lifer in front of her and she down to try it
Passenger seat, she so pretty watchin' me drivin'
Mesmerizin' these bad ones, my past time
And high sidin' on these haters, tell 'em don't try it
Trophy received for my weed I wanna smoke Heisman
Andretti OG, your dispensary need them P's
So they callin' me, we got the business out in SD
Now who rap about it and who really got it? Let's see
This the dialogue of pilots homie, this that fly speak
Purple camouflage bases, my fly sneaks high price
Your money short, you can't reach
She want boss conversation only, so you can't speak it
Finna take away your caine, see
This something that you can't be
Round the world sprinklin' capital G-A-M-E
My uncle Slam gave me, now may he rest in peace
May he rest in peace

G's make the world go 'round
Money make your girl go
G's make the world go 'round
Free C-Style
We gon' let that money pile in the meanwhile
It'll go down with my rap touchdown

Shout out to the homie Rozay for wearin' that motherfucking Jet Life chain everywhere he go to
We definitely see it

 

[fox69]

"Black Rally Stripes"
(feat. Action Bronson)

"Black Rally Stripes"
(feat. Action Bronson)



Yeah
Yeah
I assume that you brought your lighters
Yeah
Lemme out right here
Shit like stove top stuffing
Stirring the mother fucking pot full of money
Alchemist left the oven on for me
Coke not bubbling
Crack is not coming
Up to the top
Forming what they're looking for
Niggas like zombies
Waiting on me to
Release another batch
That itch you got to scratch
I know what you like
And bitch I got a case of that
Wait
Split her pussy 128, great
Black rally stripes
Parked outside my homies motorbike
My office where we talking
My office where them sharks swim
My office where we laughed off your offers
They wasn't plausible
What was they doing for us
Remain focused through all the smoking
Acting like my ribs showing
I want more than my potion
Coming for your shit because you on some ho shit homie
[Hook:]
Ride out, roll another one
We gonna stay outside till them fucking helicopters come
I learnt that from a Cali cousin
I got my first set of Dayton's from him
Now I'm skating on them
In New Orleans
Thinking about major money
Safe money, escape money
Big weight money
Diamond heist in broad day
Walk away from it
Huh
What made you think you could set foot
Up on the set and not get cooked
Met with a crooked look
Victim of a jux, bad bitches took
Full advantage of this bastard
Sent him home shook
Without his rolex
He was just trying to get some nook
Man
Bourbon Street secrets and scams
Shit get deeper
The more you know
You probably wish you didn't know
My lowrider clean as liquid detergent so
13's swerving on purpose
Got your bitch nervous but she learning
If its risky than its probably worth it
I worked for this position, I earned it
So now I don't even mention the permits
[Hook:]
Ride out, roll another one
We gonna stay outside till them fucking helicopters come
I learnt that from a Cali cousin
I got my first set of Dayton's from him
Now I'm skating on them
In New Orleans
Thinking about major money
Safe money, escape money
Big weight money
Diamond heist in broad day
Walk away from it
Huh

 

[fox69]

"Blades Of Steel"

"Blades Of Steel"


I spend 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
They just think, we've been moving things
They've been watching me
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
Cause I'm the one, who know magic
Watch me flip one into three

All I do, lace them tablets, lines they never read between
Hide that dope in plane sight, making money all night
See that pure cocaine I write, put that paper in my life
If I want, I buy on sight
Do donuts at traffic lights
Hoes excited 'bout my life
Way blinded by the light
Star gazing in the Wraith, I just lit up that top flight
Own Wheels Collective
This years perspective
The figures have projected, they will never stop this jets shit
Floor of the safe house
Couple treasures protected
My Testarossa's, Bentley motor coach's
Hashtray infected with roaches
My hustle has paid for it
I grind, so I afford it
I get these bars recorded and we'll all be parking Porsche's

I spend 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
They just think, we've been moving things
They've been watching me
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
Cause I'm the one, who know magic
Watch me flip one into three

I can turn three to five, I can turn five to nine
First I start off with a thought
Turn that thought into a rhyme
Turn that rhyme into a record
Turn that record into stacks
That's too much game, ya'll ain't pay me for that
WAIT

Yeah
I put 50, make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
(My ice hockey rink)
Weed & Instrumentals
I spent 50 to make my pinky bling
My ice hockey rink
(My ice hockey rink)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Tryna' trail, me back to my plug, ain't no supplying me
(Tryna' trail me)
(Ain't no supplying me)
Turn one into three

 

[fox69]

"Blood Sweat And Gears"
(feat. Fiend)

"Blood Sweat And Gears"
(feat. Fiend)



Take this opportunity to roll up
Locate your lighters

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Laced, David Robinson's wiling my consents
Mad black paint polish rims
Fuck you said I ain't hear it clear
Too much money talking in my ear
The end result of two albums in one year
Blood sweat and gears
Life in between the racing stripes
We break day and night
Alternative lifestyle
I ain't looking for her pussy boy
This trill jet shit, just enjoy
That's yo wifey but she still a jet miss
Give her direction to the tele and a check list
Arriving shortly with the items I requested
Reinforce the frame with that Jive nigga repellin my new plane
Maintain the smoke
Let ya take a couple grams home if you my folk
I'll buy you a little something
Light the weed man though
But if you give me 15 minutes I'll call my folks he get the dough
Connecting four, marine batteries on the side of my trunk
To go with them other four batteries that piling the pumps
It's the juice and them cylinders that make the chevy jump
You already know ain't gotta tell ya bout it partner
Yo bitch stay talkin and you steady eavesdropping

[Verse 2: Fiend]
Rolling trees can do something for you
No matter what you be goin through
Execution flow
Ten thousand grams of potassium
Streets I roam, Mama praying like the Vatican
My life feels like trade water in the ocean
Who's standing in
I'm dopes up moving drug trafficking
Tell her get dough I'm getting fat again
What I do to get my love warm, laugh again
Say love don't give me your mouth again
Got to move it, later on you'll be acting them
Life is like free throws
Some things ya gone miss
Some things ya make
Don't rush, don't wait
I call pape time travel machine
It can get ya there faster but it can't wake a permanent sleep
I never compromise my fresh
Smoke kush not cess
Why cry I'm blessed
Aw lend me the bail out
The ones I call my ten dogs in a jail house
Jets smoking in the club on tour
Born in New Orleans all new friends bonjour
I'm general building, international jones
And Louie scarfs down there smoking one with the homies
Walls full of vinyl
All bars are final
Leather is your wrists first name, not Lionel
International jones
Curren$y the spitta
Alchemist my nigga
Tell them ladies go figure

 

[fox69]

"Blown Away"
(feat. Jean LaPhare & Dee Low)

"Blown Away"
(feat. Jean LaPhare & Dee Low)



Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy

Uh, Raps I buss em
Problems with my life don't discuss em
Coups and leer jets I lust them
Can't hear them haters talk
I'm above them
But they push me to do it
That's why I love them
Fittin snub in the Chevy seat
Niggas see the future
That's ahead of me
And wish that it was cease to be
Buzz increase until it became a bang
Jet planes in the building
Bitch we do our thang
Who the main manuveur
The coup in vancouver
Canadian ladies is speakin
The fly language
I'm partially famous
Popularity gaining
They wondering when I blow
Am I gunna lose my underground soul
The answer is hell no
I'm definatley maintaining
I'm way to G
Them other niggas do their thang
But them niggas ain't me
Wear what you can't buy
Slidin where you can't be

Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
(Hehehe) Just Blown Awayyy

Roll somethin up
Mama what's the smoke in here
Sneak in here and wing tips
I never bought a pair
Out of dress code
Still getting in there
Girlfriend now rolling like a wheelchair
MDA and THC combining
She high climbing into the truck
We ridin, jack move fool
Ain't no denying the cool
The mirror image ain't quick enough
To mimic my move
You niggas thoughts about as shallow
As a kiddie pool
Can't articulate themselves
In their interviews
Rappers on a respirators
Breathing through a tube
Revivin with the live shit
We make it good as new
Tired of hand jobs
Shit, my nigga me too
Bad bitches want the real
Baby girl I feel you
Only thing I can do
Is move pen or pencil
Write and smoke my life away
As I continue...

Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
Just Blown Awayyy

Try to act like you
Ain't know the planes got it
I'm in Chi-town smoking
Like a train charlotte
Never match
They say I dress train spotta
I just stay up collecting sky mileage
I'm a high pilot
You must acknowledge
The fact that I'm not a novice
Professional driver on a closed circuit
Monster beats got Nascar spitta
On them tracks perfect
Grind outta my mind
Because it's so worth it
Enable spitta to make a big purchase
3 story crib, driveway half-circle
Dodge Barracuda nigga
Concrete surfer
Engine growling like a rottweiler
Trynna hurt ya
Bags of purple strong enough
To Stephan Urquille outta Urkel
Spitta hand deliver fly verses
Three accidents on purpose, yeah...

 

[fox69]

"Boss Dealings"
(feat. Noreaga Styles P)

"Boss Dealings"
(feat. Noreaga Styles P)



[Verse 1: Noreaga]
So there's about a million ways to make a million dollars
I know some chicks who try to make it from they baby fathers
I know some niggas that will shoot you right in front the cops
And do that 23 hour locked in the box
As a youth I prayed I make it out of poverty
Without rap, I would still be into robbery
Self conscious, self made
Got my life out of coach, upgrade
They try to claim it's a brand new game
Some brand new nigga sounded brand new lames
A brand new view from young OG's perspective
I love Newport so I iced out the necklace
I grew out of that, and got rid of it
And made chicks eat chicks on they period, eww
Uh that's nasty, got a song with Cassie
That should prolly tell you that I'm at least half classy
Reefer smoke, reefer smoke, fuck it let the reefer smoke
They can't afford the sour so they go and get the cheaper smoke
It's premeditated, I'm a highly dedicated
Highly medicated, shit, fuck it nigga

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Smoking a Jernt, scribbled in my tablets
Stone thoughts nigga, scared of brain mathematics
Weed blurring my vision
Still see them digits add up to that Bentley truck
Parking sensor's beeping when I back up
I ain't got it now, but by the time you hear this
I instagram that motherfucker, hot boxing it
So many clouds we smoking, looking like a rolling explosion
Them bad bitches know him, kush and Gucci cologne
Releasing they pheromones, she horny
Looking for escape route, her man's be on it
Cops style, that bitch wild, I'm parked outside, I'm waiting on her
Back door flow, ho sled in the coupe with weed rolled up
Drove off, Jet life never die, G code Cause
Pinky finger's frozen, Cuban link golden
Only built for that shit that them niggas kill for
Audio dope, fly as everything you never saw, forever raw
Yeah, that's us dog

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Nigga you ain't getting high, what the fuck you give a fuck for
I just float, and watch the money come
Hustle when I was 12, own shit when I was 21
Whether walking or driving, I'm on the money run
Do it for jail niggas, microwaving they honey bun
Now everybody 'bout that life
You got shooters, I'm a shoot an eye out your life
That's the off switch, boss shit, couple niggas and corpses
Ask the security, y'all niggas up in the office
I get busy with the pounds, keys, and Taurus
That's a loaded gun, nigga start the Vet, let the motor run
Light the jedi, watch Yoda come
Tell em fuck em all nigga yeah I said it
I like to buy my shit, I don't care for credit
You can blank it out, I don't care to edit
Any rapper alive is who I dare to set it, yeah
It's Ghost, Spitta, and NO, let your man know
I have your face looking like you just fucked up an endo
Ew, nigga, ew, nigga

 

[fox69]

"Bottom Of The Bottle"
(feat. August Alsina & Lil Wayne)

"Bottom Of The Bottle"
(feat. August Alsina & Lil Wayne)



[Curren$y:]
Da, na, na, na, na
Yeah no shit, no shit
[Hook - August Alsina:]
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh, back in it, it been a minute
Here she go with all that "where you been at?"
I been at it, tryna get it
Gotta admit it, I look good with it
You would look good sitting in my car when I start the engine
Left an impression on her greater than my grand entrance
Now she wrapped up in that jet living
Imagining herself in the wifey position
Naked under aprons in the kitchen while I'm blazing something amazing
Plan the next mission, she share my dollar sign vision
And she finer than that fine print contract, big business
Bottom line, she can get it, let her have it, then she feel it
[Hook - August Alsina:]
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
Uh, give it to me baby
Bust them legs open like some scissors for me baby
She know all kind of positions, I'm like "Isn't she creative?"
She my misses to be, maybe, then that shit will smell likes daises
She know if it was a fifth then we would post some shots and take them
She'll be safe cause me and her make a real good combination
Every day she wear her birthday suit, happy belated
Then she drop it down low and pick it up like elevators
Oh Lord, no draws
She give me top and bottom, no charge
She throw it at a nigga like a snowball
And I'mma give her something she can choke on
Lil Tunechi, yeah
[Hook - August Alsina:]
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo
[Bridge - Curren$y:]
Yeah, back in it, it been a minute
Here she go with all that "Where you been at?"
A little talking, a little dinner
And then we fuck, she smile when we finish
[Hook - August Alsina:]
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make me say oh no
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo
Drop it down low, bring it up slow, yo, yo
[Lil Wayne (Curren$y):]
Drop it, drop it, bring it up slow, bring it up slow
(I'm pissed I had to be the last one to get heard)