Curren$y

[fox69]

"This Side"
(feat. C-Style)

"This Side"
(feat. C-Style)



[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Was raised in the ways of G's on this side

Papers up niggas plotting, bitches watching
Dollars clocking, ballers spotting, seen me hop in
Impala's dropping out the sky
Or so it seems cause I got em out my crib in line by the 3's
Nigga this is me, all I could ever be
All I could ever give you when I'm on these beats
Now I ease my way in the game avoiding the fleas
Big dog though when I scratch, I'm talking bout them G stacks
Triple OG sacks get lit, then tracks get ripped
Firing like pump pistol grips, blood on the bricks
Wash it off then sell that shit
Oh there's a boss in the midst, can't you smell his scent
You see a shark fin moving toward a feed of fish
Tuck it or you won't be leaving with it
Uh, you see a shark fin moving toward a feed of fish
Oh you done stepped into some dealer shit

Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Was raised in the ways of G's on this side

[C-Style:]
Uh, block clicking got them chickens and them Desert Eag's
Ten speed, before I ever whipped a V
I'm on the East with my G's in the trenches
Rep long like trenches
Bending corners on them inches
Nigga this is the life that a lot of niggas kill fo'
Ya boys hating they all still broke
Get to the money nigga, what the fuck you think we here fo'
Aw shit nigga, here we go, peep the scenario
Pick ups and drop offs right in front the corner store
Overtime, on my grind gotta get the dough
Done seen a little now I want more
Going hard til they kick the door
I need a new coupe, a bad bitch with a Beyonce hair-do
G'd up at all times you know how I do
Left side when I ride, Harvey Blue

[Curren$y:]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Raised in the ways of G's on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain't right
And any other way wouldn't really be life
Was raised in the ways of G's on this side

 

[fox69]

"Three 60"
(feat. Juicy J)

"Three 60"
(feat. Juicy J)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
Got them bitches wanting to fuck, got them haters tryna' fuck with me
Yeah they so persistent with they ignorance
Consistent with this shit, I get a little bit more maticulate
Descriptive when I spit that shit
Nigga we really live in this Jet
It's not fictitious, ask your bitch cause she's been in it
Impressed with how I'm dressed, and this ain't shit b I'm just chilling
I'm never stressed, never let 'em see me sweat
Asking who designed my sweats, examining me like I'm an exhibit
If I grew it how'd I do it, how much was it, where'd I get it
It's sickening but I'm not tripping, love I know how to fix 'em
Broke niggas keep whining so I cop more diamonds
[Hook x2: Curren$y]
All my cars got leather and wood
All my hoes is nine's and dimes
All my clothes, they smell like good
All my days, I'm gon' be high
All my nights I'm looking for the best time I can find
Sleeping when it's over, even though a life will never die
[Bridge x8: Curren$y]
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Juicy J pimp shit hard on a bitch
Toss the draw's of a bitch
Backstage at my show, got two or three hoes that slob on my dick
Take a look at my wrist, you can tell I'm paid
Wrist big as shit, I bet your bitch give me head on stage
Maybach outside, still getting head while I drive
Nigga so high, if I fall off I'm sill gon' land in the sky
Got lean in my cup, a room full of sluts, they all gon' fuck
A girl named Holly, gone on the molly
She gon' wake up with a mouth full of nuts
Curren$y the Hot Spitta, Juicy J
Double cup full of that UGK
Bitch I shine like a U.V. ray
And I get head like a new toupee
Scared money don't make no money
I make your ho open my door for me
I copped the Phantom, all black
I'm in the back with a snow bunny
Ferrari faster than the roadrunner
I bought that bitch with my show money
Damn right nigga, I paid cash
Yeah ho, I don't owe nothing
I'm feeling like Superman, but smoking on Kryptonite
I'm living that trippy life
Damn right nigga, we don't miss a night
[Hook]
[Bridge]

 

[fox69]

"Three In One"
(feat. TY)

"Three In One"
(feat. TY)



[Curren$y:]
In the villa, bitches with him
One chillin', one in the kitchen, pots whippin'
Cops sniffin', must be kiddin', stop trippin'
The dogs didn't get the scented, was in the lyrics
That's how I hit it, pulled up in it, three piece rimmed it
Straight shitted, they was mad, said it was rented
Them hateful niggas should congratulate a player
And ask him, how he did it
So then they could get it
But instead rather talk down on the bread
Fuck 'em, dog, and keep stuntin', that's how I play it
See how I slid, safe home plate, I broke your bitch
We spent your grip, furnished my other place
Dog, you should see it
Hope mama never slip
And say my name while she sleepin', next to this lame
Clue him in to our hustle, we fleeced him
She spent it all on a boss and I ain't even need it
I had her buyin' Gucci pieces for my youngest nieces
Bitch, keep your secrets
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
I send hits, it's done quickly
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
I send for 'em, they come to get me
[TY:]
Look, you don't show no love
It ain't nothin' for me to get another plug
Got a couple bitches on a couple drugs
With some young niggas that'll fuck you up
Yeah, and I don't know what's luck
Cause I bust my ass and work hard as fuck
Few people like me, few people don't
Shit, it got me feelin' like Donald Trump
Get caught, better seal it up
They in my circle, then they real as fuck
Young nigga, I'm a live it up
Real fly shit, it's not many of us
'Bout money, you can hit my line
Clean my guns when I'm sittin' inside
Jet Life, we never die
Why you think these niggas wanna switch sides?
Yeah, and you fake thugs who be showin' all of that fake love
I'm a pull your bitch when she up in the club
In that Monte Carlo, sittin' on the dubs
Yeah, on that Eastside, smokin' hella weed with my OG
You talk strong, but your hustle weak
Three bitches in the Bentley
Yeah, I done made a way
Just so for all my niggas, now they gettin' cake
Stay down and just keep it real
Before you know it, you'll be at a mill
Grind don't stop, work all day
Bag on bag with no delay
All my role models pushed weight
So I got to keep racks on me
[Curren$y:]
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
I send hits, it's done quickly
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
Three bitches in that black Bentley
I send for 'em, they come to get me

 

[fox69]

"Thursday Car"
(feat. Smoke DZA)

"Thursday Car"
(feat. Smoke DZA)



[Hook]
My own head told me kill them bitches
Rollin out while we handle our business
I know the haters there but we ain’t trippin'
Shit, we too busy being them niggas
We too busy being them niggas
We too busy being them niggas
We too busy being them niggas
Big money, good weed and fly bitches

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
High dealings, high ceilings
Hot bitches, high heeling
I’m smooth, hair and bone over to Oxford
We fuckin mobsters, we just cop the car, fuck it
We rave the spot and drop duckets
You hate it, I love it
On the low you admire me, probably dub it
You know how they do
Use your own shit and try to play you
Haters hate, but I’m slick though
Respect, you getting zero
Chop, cold cut, tryna be hero
Got the dower for a courteous price
My Cali bitch brought thirty on a flight
Nigga, Ripley’s Believe It or Not
It’ll be gone before you get off the clock
You hustlin' minimal caine
Throw your work in the air like 'Bron before the game
Full partners in bucket hats
Designer sweat pants in them fresh 3’s
We gave you niggas the blueprint
Knock ahead, and get fresh B
All that double R round like then we supply shit
Let’s not forget Rakim
I said go ahead and get fresh B
My nigga D the baby do the white on whites on
Yall throw yours back on
Yea, go ahead and get fresh B

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Currensy]
Backseat cypher
Me, my weed, my lighter
Pass the weed to my driver
My driver like MacGyver
Get me in and out of
Traffic where they catch it
I’m van the nick and time of these lil bars ain’t rhyme up
They uh, kinda
Tryna be like us
So styles, I improvise em
Copycat niggas, you a box of kitty litter
A boss ain’t in ya
So you takin' losses in the time you go against us
Bitches get something to remember when they visit
On the corner with me and that normal G was hittin switchers
Now you go low ‘cus she no longer wanna be wit ya
I’m out Soho strappin, stop, take some pictures
Real recognize the same kind
Ape shit, I never killed another primate
Cadillac trucks back to back outside
While we inside buyin bate
You too broke to fix yo face hah?

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Title Track"

"Title Track"


[Verse:]
Streetcars banging up St. Charles
New Orleans is a work in progress
I can't afford to take the day off
My young niggas stacking up money off the eight balls
And they ain't never stepped in a pool hall
Shit's starting to break my heart
Cause I don't want that life for my niggas
I know we can be so much bigger
If the light got shined on my city
The world would be trippin'
Off how many talented people was in it
Other niggas had they little 15 minutes
And they ain't know what to do with it
But wait 'til I get it
I'm a stretch it like Armstrong
A million miles long
Plus, I'm a put a bunch of other niggas on
Spitta showin' love, he's far from selfish
I see a nigga strugglin', you know I'm a help him
Show my niggas how to go from ballin' to wealthy
And raise they kids up real nice and healthy
The streets so hot, all the road signs meltin'
I stay above that, I'm a fly ass falcon
Last night a nigga got clapped with a Magnum
The headshots made it look like Mahicans scalped him
My brother in the window with a chopper like Malcolm
While I'm in the homemade soundbooth rappin'
He say I got too much talent
And a flow that can change things
So that can make me a target of a hatin' assassin
Cause we done seen the worst of it happen before
The homie Slim got murdered right when he was about to blow
It's fear and loathing in the NO
Demons comin' from wild angles
The shit is wild dangerous
But I'm maintaining my cool like John Elway
Or Miles Davis
The first rap I wrote was five pages full of bullshit and lies
About me killin' niggas and flippin' pies
But when I got by myself, I found myself
And realized that if I was a child in these times
I wouldn't want to follow in the steps of these guys
Clown ass rappers
I'm waiting for the day that they primetime the realness
And sideline the whackness
The good niggas can't get in the real game
No matter how much promise we showin' at practice
Niggas listen to my mixtapes and jack my swagger
Get on TV with it, and then I gotta look at it
Good thing I got a sense of humor
So when it happens, I'm laughin'
They just makin' it more easier for me to travel on them
Run the snap on 'em, it's a wrap on 'em
Chronicles of a swag donor
Give five mics to the rightful owner
So we can wake hip-hop out of her coma
Spitta, yeah
[Outro:]
Just like that
Four months on the road, nigga
F.S., Jets
Yeah, where haven't we been yet
Shout-outs to Smash

 

[fox69]

"Toast"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"Toast"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Year-round we them niggas
You seasonal, temporary living
Your run'll be done in a minute
You are not infinite
Bitches can tell the difference, they know better than to smoke with ya
Back up a lil' bit, you'll get the whole picture
So much sicker than them niggas, I'm coughing they just got hiccups
KC lights, roll bars on my Chevy pickup
Off-road style, lift kit, heavy duty springs
Stomper tires get it done when the time is crunch like sit-ups
To the challenge I rise, Lamborghini doors
'85 Countach never seen a real road
From the showroom floor to my seven car garage
Got a storage 'cross town with like seven more rides
Tucked inside - that Grand Theft Auto life
Rolling up in my safe house I'm looking down
Done it by my design, refusing to comprimise
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
They saying shit changed 'casue shit changed
Not just the horses in my motor, but the cost for me to show up
I'm a boss, and my whole team fly private
Black cars when we roll up, quarter pounds when we blow up
Hit the ground running
My watch new cause a nigga sound bumping
And ya girlfriend leaving you cause she just wanna be around something
Like playing Xbox and wearing weed socks, speeding 'round stunting
Orderin' thousand dollar room service, rolling weed up by the onion
Ooo I got it made, but I ain't make it on my own
Who would've thought a Pittsburgh nigga would go and buy an LA home
Rolling up papers, turning down favors
All these fake kushes, I got my own flavor
Homie that ain't KK in that brand new bag
Got it made to make that brand new crib
Need a whip to match that brand new car
Thinking maybe Maybach brand new insides
Everything black, young ass nigga blowing OG in the back
Last time you heard from me, I was rolling bud up
Looking dope in my brand new clothes
Eyes closed like someone told 'em to shut up
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Tokyo Drift"

"Tokyo Drift"


Yeah
Backrubs & bamboo huts, exotic locations them niggas ain't us
Bad bitches on motorcycles makin' 'em stand up
One wheelin' it, killin' it, I'm observing the situation & feelin' it
You in this gentleman's club paying for love
Fuck tap-dancing on front street I stay in the cut
Niggas recognize & these fools know
Bitches notice, they see it's the jets and instantly they go to us
Roll one up, right to the window of the tour bus
What? when? where? who framed Roger Rabbit?
While you investigatin' that I let Jessica have it
Lacoste hats & tops, alligator soufflé
Maybe next time round the globe but surely not today
I'm JD & Jay on the interstate switchin lanes
Old School Slick Rick, Dana Dane
3rd base Spitta, P-Nice minus the 'caine, insane
Yeah... Nigga... & Where haven't we been yet?
Jet Files, Fool

 

[fox69]

"Told Me That"
(feat. Starlito)

"Told Me That"
(feat. Starlito)



[Curren$y:]
Uh
96 Impala double S like a yacht on wheels
Paint fresh left the interstate wet
Now watch me smoke and chill same time get a check
That's a walk through and I get paid for every step
Got my golf hat and my white t-shirt gold cuban
I'm not trying too hard but you can tell I know what I'm doin
Sliding off radar
That's Pablo and Gustavo in the race cars
Make money and make war
Fuck a sucka nigga take me for
Real ones take it far
They thought I slept but that was one of my best tricks
I came back in that matte six Spitta going bat shit

Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back

Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back

[Starlito:]
It's Lito
Grind hard my momma on her third foreign
Chitlin circuit but I'm living like I'm world tourin
Treat every last one like it's my first one
Nigga I've been balling since the nerf sponge
Used to get alerts on my chirp when the purp would come
Still got a pound on me now but I ain't serving none
I prefer the strong loud like my burglar alarm
Whip like my bitch I talk to her just to turn her on
If it ain't bout the cash I'll pass like 3rd and long
Pass by driving fast crash if I turn wrong
Burning cones murder songs we do this shit for show
Jetlife grind hard we been cruising since we was broke
And they say...
It's Lito

[Curren$y:]
Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back

Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back

It ain't a game it really ain't a game
Bitches and champagne pistols and gold rings
Some chose to slang some chose to bang
Some chose to rhyme some niggas ain't do a thang
They was froze real ones jumped off the porch
They didn't go they wonder why they don't have dough
While I'm rolling diamonds and gold on me all day
928 S like Scarface
Flip up headlights I drive like I'm in the race
Driving like I'm trying to escape
They say living like this ain't safe
But, I couldn't see it no other way
What you know about it

Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back

Money make them act different my nigga told me that
Keep your mind off them bitches my nigga told me that
Stacking mine every penny
You can ball out but if you spend it hustle it right back

 

[fox69]

"Top Drop"
(feat. Scotty Atl)

"Top Drop"
(feat. Scotty Atl)



[Curren$y:]
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane's, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn't talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don't want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don't none of 'em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I'm holding, but that's like everyday if you know me
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop
[Scotty ATL:]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon' get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I'm proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that's my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths
[Curren$y:]
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

 

[fox69]

"Top Of The Money"

"Top Of The Money"


Yea... Yea... Yea.
This ain't no mixtape
Damn we might has just named my album
Yea... Yea... uh.

Grey polo sweats, yellow gold rolex
Blue facial mask, ya'll niggas ain't on that
One of the best rappers, you havent heard yet
Though over the years I've enjoyed my success
Where would underground rap be minus the jets?
At home living inside it's all kind of depressed
Gotta watch where I step, there's all kind of traps
Trying to keep me on the ground, I ain't got time for that
Trying to put me in my rhymes where we supposed to be at
Fly society mansion with swimming pools in the back
New Orleans what's happenin?
Yea your dude is back
Might see me in traffic in the Caprice classic
With the windows crackin, it's me flicking my ashes
Cut the check and I cash it
Blow it all on glasses
95 air maxes and mad pounds of Cali
No socks with the bad ones them bitches keep lookin at me

[Chorus:]
I'm on top of the money [x3]
Like the dope boy mattress.
Passin broads in my car they be pointin at it
I'm on top of the money, like the dope boy mattress
I'm on top of the money [x3]
Like the dope boy mattress.
Passin broads in my car they be pointin at it
I'm on top of the money
Like the dope boy mattress

I'm on top of the money
Like the dope boy mattress
Got deals on the table, silverwares and napkins
The right moves they help me take care of my family
Two coups will make me more of a chick magnet
Spitter destined for greatness I always knew it would happen
I just laid in the Gap like one of the store mannequins
From the back burnin my attack I was plannin it
And now I'm bendin corners in the Nomad Wagon
Sittin them 22s with the staggered fittin
Fishtail tail whippin I'm burnin rubber my tires spinnin
Spittin what I'm livin never lyin in my lines
I'm the truth in the booth hit it real when I rhyme
They see me on my grind and they be like aw shit
Spitta fly that plane he gon make em all rich
We just do our thing we don't listen to your shit
We just listen to ourselves we the niggas ya'll fit

[Chorus]