DJ Drama - Clouds Lyrics (Ft. Curren$y, Miguel, Pusha T & Rick Ross)

DJ Drama - Clouds Lyrics (Ft. Curren$y, Miguel, Pusha T & Rick Ross):

[hook: miguel]
i wanna kiss your mind, babe
let’s take a walk on the clouds
let me taste your thoughts, babe
let’s take a walk on the clouds

[verse 1: rick ross]
last night i fell asleep counting a million cash
life wild, i only smile when i see my stash
large yacht, fast money, she need a slow cruise
cigar, ciroc, her nigga old news
old money always put me on my new shit
hermes ahead in my to-do list
rollin up a laugh, take a walk in the clouds
take a look at my niggas, young, rich and we wild
ain’t no bitches allowed, acting like snitchin’ us out
got this gold on my neck, teachin’ new principles now
startin’ the lotus, revvin’ the motors
walk on the clouds, we ain’t second to no one

[hook]

[verse 2: pusha t]
i got you walkin’ on cloud nine
as you ???
you only second to my first love
but you can refer to her as alpine
alpina, the b7 on beach
like you riding on first class to reach heaven
close enough to see the gates open
waterfront, you gon’ wonder if the lakes open
bout the knees have you bend over
chanel samples being sent over
shit, i swear she was goin’ for me
right, just keep it tight and keep it warm for me

[hook]

[verse 3: curren$y]
i could never go broke with my name ???
i’m a brand, i’m a man that became rich
new car, new crib, but i ain’t a switch
the same old niggas i been with
got this loot together sayin’ ones gon spend it
circle of winners baby girl, ???
no iphone pictures, you gotta live off memory
pop the hood i show you the engine
roll through my old hood, put you up on my history
smoke joints with my niggas,and cash stunts on them bum ass niggas i don’t deal with
with a ???, ???
but they can’t reach us
we in the god ceilings, cathedral-style homes
rosaries in my rolls royce, god put me on
rollin’ somethin’ choice, lighten up, ???
she never won’ come down, i promise or she won’t

[hook]

Curren$y - Jet Life (Remix) Ft. Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne Lyrics

Curren$y - Jet Life (Remix) Ft. Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne Lyrics:

[Hook] x 2
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

Couple niggas they die young
Real niggas they die rich
Life’s a slut, dirty hoe,
Either way, I came bits
Came back with 3 females
Porsche out front getting details
That president in that presidential
Big face and that’s detail
Whole thing that’s whole sale
Kush louder than a door bell
Parked up in your town
With the whole flow at the hotel
Trump towers I’m sky high
One wish I got high
Go cask when they carry me
Don’t cry when they bury me
4 whips got no tops
Louie loafers, got no socks
Can’t sleep without the cameras on
On the boat pillows got both…
Condos on top floors,
Back shops for sex hoe
G4’s on runways,
Don’t miss this jet hoe

[Hook] x 2
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

Top of the mountain,
I’m on top at the moment
I kick the industry going
I made a way for my homies
A couple sucking niggas supposedly plotting on me
Not feelings, more phoneys
Not beef that’s more belony
No time to spend on it
I’m out chasing this money
No time for them monkeys
More salsa, less tony
Your girl wanna hop on it
Can’t hide I bet she want it
Frearri fire 99, your bitch wanna ride my poney

[Hook] x 2
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
ft Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne

Prepare for take off,
Young money in the front like the pace car
Young … got the blunt, I need a copilot
Throw the snitches off the jet
They going sky diving
I’m at a skateboard session
Bitch I be so high I can meet George Jetson
Hoes in the cockpit, when truck fit
Jet life, no turbulence

[Hook] x 2
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life.

Lil Wayne - G'd Up Lyrics (feat. Mack Maine & Curren$y)

Lil Wayne - G'd Up Lyrics (feat. Mack Maine & Curren$y):

..body got it in the ceiling, yeah
I got .. in the basement, money in the mattress..
Yeah, I’m Mr. Right with my bait so clean and white
I look like there’s no places!
But I’m not your gal,
So I don’t walk around with my tongue out
Gotta let go, so I can’t walk around with my gun out
So I keep my gun in, whenever you to come in
I’m coming with that bang, bang...
Ain’t stop looking at me
Hater ..gonna be damn, look at you!
Now look at us, and if you’re.. I bet you’re looking up
I go with young money in the...
Like Mike, make me take your lunch money, your brunch....

Chorus:
ridin through my city
Ain’t stopping for a hater...
We’re G’d up!
Hey, hey
We’re G’d up!
Heart spitter!

It ain’t a secret that I got my cake up,...
My rims so big girl, checking your...
Yeah, to watch.. on my...
Same color as my basters
... form Japan,
And I’m fit to change my name to you’re the man
Cause when I ride by, girls tell me you’re the man!
Yeah, ... heart spitter, yes I am
Walking the white polo and the pair plan of pants
I’m on the block and my fly boys dance
With my white.. socks and my...
Yeah, that’s the deed, you told me
I’m chasing this paper cause I need this money
Left one of my girls alone, she’s so lonely
Don’t even wanna eat no more,
She’s getting bony!
Yeah, haters see me as he’s so phony
Cause I left a price ...

Chorus:
... my city
Ain’t stopping for a hater...
We’re G’d up!
Hey, hey
We’re G’d up!
Heart spitter!

I try to .... a house in the East for my.. town
Ride up ... you pop up town
When the time cast running, still...
When I’m all tour, the only time I’m not uptown!
..and get left up
Thinking at your G’d up, well you better ...
We bleed the hood and the hood bleed us
Every time we hit the hood the people holler G’s us
..every day the boy with the...
And them people swinging around here and they inquire!
Who that is supplying all that love?
I wouldn’t...but I was hollering loud what up, love?
.. I was hollering, what up, love?...

Chorus:
... my city
Ain’t stopping for a hater...
We’re G’d up!
Hey, hey
We’re G’d up!
Heart spitter!

Curren$y - Corvette Doors Lyrics

Curren$y - Corvette Doors Lyrics:

Never in a million years
Did I figure I wil make it here
But I did from this position I see clear
That I got so much further
Before I even get close to the goal
Got a lot but still I want more
The ginger showed me .. just go
A dollar and a dream shut them ..
Is behind … estate because I opened up a candle
…still I can I think about it every time I walk into the pain
This dead I see it walking bouncing
Do that small shit and drive through ..
Look at him see how I did it .. with the time giving
What did you do ask yourself
While I am chilling .. I am pretty sure
This is how ma daddy felt .. pretty girl go fetch my belt
A dollar and a dream to shut Covert doors
A dollar and a dream to shut Covert doors
A dollar and a dream to shut Covert doors
A dollar and a dream to shut Covert doors
A house to park it .. mistress
A couple of hoes
.. of my clothes …
A dollar and a dream to shut Covert doors

Curren$y ft Lil Wayne - Smoke Sumthin’ Remix Lyrics

Curren$y ft Lil Wayne - Smoke Sumthin’ Remix Lyrics:

[Verse 1 - Curren$y]
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
But I ain’t steppin on the stage until they count up all my cash flow
Oh man, then your man’s going Twilight Zone
Want to be left along, again at home, listenin’ to Soulja Slim
I spread that dough out, rolling pins slice it up
With my closest friends as the grimey globe spins, I’m grinding
Trying to keep dirt off my rims and my name
Out c’here stay poppin up at the red carpet
In my green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes
“Hi there!” I like what she working with, that’s why we hired her
We pull up on the set, tattoo calligarphy letter Jets love
And respect, we passing you the fuck up
And passing you none of my bud that’s why you standing round us bruh!
Oh you accounted for, who brung you? You don’t speak the code bro
You slick tone and hung you
You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through
I’m in the bank line, empire, I build this for us to eat
Inside is the lunch room, outside is looking wild hungry fool
Shut the door so they don’t see us, light a joint or two..
[Hook]
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some nigga was saying som’n
Talking about smoking some’n
Stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something
Talking about smoking something..
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Let me go like me wanted for all my trouble
I’m chillin with this bitch who think we make the perfect couple
But she trippin, I’m sippin on some bubbly with no bubbles
It’s me thats who? I put this shit together like puzzles
I’m puzzled: is it me or niggas is lame?
You’re coward-hearted, yellow, lemon merengue
I’m about to change my name from “Dwayne” to “Deranged”
To be a billionaire I got a shot like Danny Ainge
My gang wear red, your bitch an air head
But I still break her off like a f-ckin chair leg
It’s Tunechi, ya heard me?
You don’t deserve me. Swag so sick
So injury reserve me.
I’m the God, I should be rapping in a turban
But knowing me, I’ll prolly ollie up the curb
Then grind down the rail only with my tail
Pause..
[Hook]
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something
Talking about smoking something..
Got stopped in the mall the other day
I heard a call from the other way
Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something
Talking about smoking something..
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch, you aint putting on
Smoke somthing?
I remember when you couldn’t even smoke shit
Couldn’t stay focused
But don’t forget it bitch

Curren$y - PininFarina Lyrics

Curren$y - PininFarina Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Bitch, you ain’t got nothing on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
Cause it keep getting bit
I had to lay low like they was looking for the kid
All points bulletin, bathing ape hoodies in
My sports car internet star
Killing niggas digitally like they SOCOM
I’m so calm in the mist of the storm
Nonchalant, but I’m very aware what’s going on
F-ck mowing the grass for the snakes, I set fire to the lawn
Baked Spitta kill beats, send flowers to the wake
Couple hoes deliver some roses and the cake
What you want, stop the jets fool you must be on
More than one, no shots I’m just making it known
I got a gun, got a walk smoking on, pop
Shit wicked in the city trying to survive, then you should stick with me
Ya’ll don’t want to be the duck to get stuck, when the situation turns sticky
Do your research, homework, history
Iceberg, denim jackets opened up a fresh package of hanes t-shirts
Wifebeaters, white as my next door neighbors
White as my bottom bitch Mercedes
White as squares on the checkered flag when it’s waving
We winning, needless to say it
Throw some away and some to the cleaners
Champagne stain shit, Spitta get lifted like sanctions
Vocabulary gangster, my ink pen has shanked me
Jet life til the
Coffins dropped in the grave, get filled up
But for now, I’mma live my life lit up
That coupe got some get up
Foreign supermodel pent up
Inside of it she doing chin ups
I’m riding home boy, you should come get up
(Hook)
Pandemonium, four black SUV’s on the road for him
When he landing, pandemonium
Bitches running up, not sure which one he rolling in
Yeah man, pandemonium
Throwback flow, Deloreans petroleum
King Jahphi Joe had his women throw roses on the floor for him
Pandemonium (yeah)
(Verse 2)
Side betting at the street races
10,000, my wager on that Camaro with the craters
My eyes completely asian, but open the scoping for haters
They hoping I’m off on my basis
Swear this weed so elegant, we should grow the shit in vases
Niggas you scared of, see me in clubs in St. Casius
They in the streets, I’m in the rap game similar risks we both taken
Parking dope boy rides outside my enterprise celebrating
Cause both of our sides made it
Continuous elevation, I exhibited faith and
Patience, at the same time I went and got mine
I wasn’t waiting, it’s a thin line might wanna count your paces
Before you cross it, this game a come up and losses
That’s trill boss shit, what you know about it
Pandemonium, feel like when a bad bitch come roll for him
(Yeah)

Wiz Khalifa ft Curren$y & Big Sean - Proceed Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa ft Curren$y & Big Sean - Proceed Lyrics:

[Intro - Wiz Khalifa]

This what dreams are made of
Good weed and cold drinks
Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Thanks for putting this together Jerm!
We gon be here forever
And you aint trippin
Really this high
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
If you offer me all the money in the World
I wouldnt trade it for my girl, my family
Or the niggas that you see me riding with me outta town
Or internationally, they gon fly with me, kinda fry?
Rollin the papers so they get high with me
And if I decide to give this up they gon retire with me
Enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me
And f-cking hater burn in hell
Sippin champagne while the waiter breaking shells
Niggas scream my name probably praying that I fail
The money so insane gotta weigh it on a scale
Gotta weigh it on a scale?
Niggas blow that, bitches know that
Never touch blood, chill with us once, never go back
Little homie, thats real
VVS diamonds, my stones are that ill
My watch is an Audemar on smoking OG till my problems gone
You try and call your man he aint got no more
Probably cause I bought it all
[Hook]
As we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed
Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips
Go to places they never been
I’m just gettin it how it’s supposed to be
As we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed
Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips
Go to places they never been
I’m just gettin it how it’s supposed to be
[Curren$y]
Aquafina and the bong
I’m off in that medina when I’m done
Just sound the alarm, bitch top drop like Mardi Gras beads bein thrown
Francesca you’s a mess girl, carry on
Car smelling like a pound when I pull up at the avalon
Pull your own weight I don’t have no time for tag-alongs
Don’t know what you yapping for, stacking dough
Catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches
Cell phone in my pocket
My Blackberry biotches
Have ‘em ready, I’ll watch em, daddy back
Niggas plottin’ on the Jets but we got em
We just waiting to drop ‘em
They vex cause we poppin’
And them hoes ain’t worry ’bout ‘em
They sure came up
What they sayin about them boys from the bottom?
Paparazzi cameras spot em
Flash when you see they faces
History in the makin
I was high when I made it so I can play it for them haters
[Hook]
[Big Sean - Verse 3]
Used to want a chain, now I got 6
Used to want a Rollie like Pac now it’s on my wrist, woah
Livin’ the life niggas told me was a myth (myth)
Same niggas try an’ get up on my list (what)
Since I started buzzin’, I got eighteen eleven cousins?
New bitches tryna join the team and old ones that I’m cutting
Sky high class livin but niggas still grinding
Cause I’m surrounded with the same niggas and girls since I had nothin’
Now, I got signed to my idol
Seen some of my favourite rappers turn rivals
‘Ye told me kill em so a nigga gotta drop ‘em
Peep the Jesus chain he gave me since I cant keep up with Bibles
No, young nigga heeding to the title
Where it’s at?
Thats the top man, these niggas gon recycle
What, my shit is like a B.I.G recital
But you can’t hold a real nigga down thats why I keep real niggas round
[Hook]

Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y & Big Sean - Dot Dot Dot Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y & Big Sean - Dot Dot Dot Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
King size papers, king size bed
Niggas blow money but I’d rather keep mine instead
Roll something nigga, blow something
Say you’re ballin’ out of control
Let a nigga hold something
Specially if you got in, and he don’t put his niggas on
Tell me what’s the sense in even having it for?
Cause when you’re broke, you’ll have everything to gain
When you lose it all…
Let you inhale out the vap’
Do it for the taste
Usually I roll one up, then pass around
But now I smoke it to the face
Cause chiefing with niggas is such a waste
Unless they my niggas, and 9 out of 10 times
They got their own pound with ‘em
Own pack of papers and filters, on the ground
We be smoking them things like 6 at a time
5 in the L, 4 breakin’ down
3 in my head, 2 on my mind, nigga
[Hook]
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I keep more than one rolled..
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I keep more than one rolled..
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
A bit of a pothead
It has been said I keep one rolled up
Like LL’s pants legs
Full of life in this bitch, though
I may seem half-dead
Trust me, I’m cool
I just ain’t talking to you
And them Jet’s coming through
It’s just as I predicted
Got a bigger portion
Cause the Jet’s eating off bigger dishes now..
Ain’t that the biggest fish up in this pond?
Since life’s a bitch, tell her roll my shit up, huh?
Secret compartment in my car, James Bond
Though I’m James ball nigga bread long
And my name known known in e’ry home household
Caught them pussies slippin’ tryna squeeze
In the mouse, ho. That cheese is “nachos”
You are not chose by the Gods
To live as we do, so play your role in the movie
Ain’t no pause, no rewind
For no man, waste time
So I ain’t wasting mine
More grass, more green, more grind, nigga I keep:
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
And these bitch ass niggas
F-ck around, I’ma have to bitch-smack me a nigga (These niggas)
Roll around with a bunch of get-rich ass niggas
Who the man? You ain’t even gotta ask these niggas
I’mma f-ck around and take these last 3 pictures
Man, these bitches breakin’ their neck
Just to pass weed with us
We both get high, get drunk, more shots, reload
Too high, we know, 3 more, TeVo, we blow
Bitch, how could you be so fine?
Shake that ass, she’s so mine
Taking more double shots than free throw lines
I’m might hit like 3-4 times
They say “what the f-ck is you on?”
F-ck if I’m right
F-ck it, I’m on, you f-cking at home
Watching my ass, bet that I’m on
My way to the top, and I’m commin’along wit’:
[Hook]

Wiz Khalifa, Big Sean & Curren$y - Weed Brownies Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa, Big Sean & Curren$y - Weed Brownies Lyrics:

[Wiz Khalifa]
Is this the top?
The top of the world?
Top floor?
There’s weed in the ashtray
It’s top-shelf
Cap!
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Riding in my Challenger
Faded off this weed brownie
Turning down the music cause the weed is loud enough already
Niggas ask about my pay
I say I keep it steady
Gripping on the wheel
Spending money like a politician
Tipping on a bill, it’s going down
Like this bitch was sitting on the hill
I keep my girlfriend in them expensive sort of heels
Furs and shit
Eat champagne and lobster cause I f-cking deserve this shit
CAP!
Niggas say I’ve got an old soul
Well, I tell them that I’m here muthaf-cka
And I made it cause my flow cold
I’ma roll some of this weed, I’ma pass it to you
Then we gon be so gone
Homie, I got papers and vaporizers
Flavors to stabilize ya
Thoroughly baked cake
Can’t say a thing and my eyes shut
[Hook]
They say they do (they do, they do…)
But they don’t know (don’t know, don’t know..)
Who we are (who we are, who we are…)
Superstars
[Verse 2 - Curren$y]
I’m outta here, stratosphere
Paper hella straight, nappy hair
Bitches seen that the kid that you was even there
When we pulled up, lit like Times Square
When we pulled up, lit like road flares
When we pulled off, them hoes disappeared
Because they know what we be doing over here
She just wanna be high in her underwear
With her iPhone plugged in the wall, power loss
Stepping out the shower
Threw her a shirt to towel off with
Of the two, one of the qualities I want in a bitch
Cause baby girl, f-ckin with me is some major shit
Failed warning, I gotta wake up to a BJ every morning
And a J while I’m yawning
Darling, I got papers and vaporizers
Flavours to stablize ya
I’m a fully baked potato
Spending my cheddar and chives
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Big Sean]
Uh, I got rich nigga blood nigga
Boi, boi
I’m dedicated, hella-faded
High as hell, I’m levitating
I’m rolling up, f-ck a wheelchair
Ironically, my shit’s medicated
Your eyes closed cause you sleep
My eyes closed cause I’m meditating
I gotta go make reservations
At a real nigga destination
Two girls in the tub, that’s luxury
You disagree? That’s f-ckery!
Saying “f-ck you” cause you can’t f-ck with me
I need my dick sucked, but I’m sucka-free
You are who it sucks to be
I’m a company, buy “Finally Famous” over everything
That’s my company
You already know, nigga
Collect the money like it’s old, nigga
And I’ma blow it like it’s rolled, nigga
And I be stuntin’ til I’m old, nigga
Weed, money and hoes: what a hell of a night!
F-ck you mean? This is everyday life
She in the mirror making sure that she wearing it right
It’s apparent she present, where I’m appearing tonight!

Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y & Big Sean - Flowers Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y & Big Sean - Flowers Lyrics:

[Chorus]
We in the party burning up the weed smoke, weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant party
burning up the weed smoke (weed smoke)
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Keepin’ it G and sticking to the plan
Of gettin’ rich and burying all my money in the dessert sand
Got no stroke of luck I played my hand (played my hand)
Man I’ve been up for hours fingers tired from rollin’ every gram
ANd now my cheese aint just American
Cause I get overseas money
Every where I go somebody scream for me
Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas thinking
How the f-ck could you hate this
Half of these people aint real, niggas shape shift
Thats why I’m smoking OG til I’m weightless
Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang
We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate but f-ck what they say
Cause we gon stay the same
Higher than hell flyer than Delta
Niggas try and fail, I think its time you fired everyone hired to help ya
Gettin’ all this bread, wanna know why
Could tell ya, other than that
[Chorus]
[Curren$y - Verse 2]
Yeah, OG, got third seasons of baby?
BC make cake from CD’s, mixtape shit for free
Either way I go 100%, all gang
48 minutes no bench sitting at all man
Y’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule
But we ahead of you
Due these medical power laws preserve jaws open
Herb and ? I’m quotin’ ?
All hit pages I wrote it for your speakers to smoke it
Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest
In the Mitchell & Ness Marino see how far back I done throwed it
And they hoe suckas know that from Spitta they styles stolen
I aint mad though, I’m glad though
Thought I’d feel a little bit different being a dad yo
Yeah bro
Wiz smoked out the BET awards
I wrapped up my Jet Life tour
Thats why them bitches roll that weed for us
[Chorus]
[Big Sean - Verse 3]
They wanna roll like me
Cause I’m living life like its no police
Or I’m overseas
I’m watching no smoking signs just rollin’ weed
Cause it’s the muthaf-ckin life when you roll with G’s
Boi
Dissin’ these bitches, you entertained
You tell her you love her too, I tell her she’s out her brain
I’m on the road to the millies, I started on Penny lane
I got a band wagon it’s packed, you might wan’ hop on a train
At the top so now her top all off
Never pay hoes, I only pay cops off
And tell these niggas they gotta take that disguise off
I’m from Detroit we eat ya little hoes alive with hot sauce
F-cking bitch
I might come a little tardy though
Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke
You niggas rollin up barley bro
I’m all green as the safari’s go
You bitches already know
[Chorus]

Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y & Big Sean - O.T.T.R Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y & Big Sean - O.T.T.R Lyrics:

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
They saying, it’s bout time some real niggas made it
And when I go outside they sayin’ I’m famous
And some don’t understand but listen close and you’ll find out
I’m running through the ground, you smell the kush when I ride out
I’m moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And niggas know it’s us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll it up and when it’s stuffed we blaze it
Then we off to the races
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
Me and Spitta stick together like… huh!
Cotton and mud, some chicks countin’ up buds
Mouth got cotton prol from the drug
Lot of pot in my process love?
Don’t hate a nigga cause I’m blessed
Judge me by my progress bruh!
I obsess with every dollar I get
F-ck you think we made it out the projects for
The object is to make money and get the most from it
And more money, cause more money aint enough of it
I know niggas who had money and let it go to nothing
Just blow money and aint got nothin to show for it
That’s f-cking stupid!
Same as my diamonds and the fact I’m buying all this new shit
Made a million a way a nigga grind’ll be a blueprint
I’m talkin’ champagne shit
Audemar Tailor Made shit
Look at my jackets, say “hand made” bitch
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
[Curren$y - Verse 2]
And I’ma Pimp C
Leaning in my ride like I Bun B
Sittin’ tall on my chrome seat but I’m blowin the c?
My girl in the sheet fast asleep
I’m in the street after the chedder
Peddlin’ melodies, purchasin’ better things
On the road to the riches I done drove over n-ggas
My n-gga we major, we been major since independant
Made it to what they sayin, we made it but we aint handed
We too busy gettin it
Hound dog sniffin’ it out
Twistin’ a whole pound celebratin’ the fact that
Them wack fools had it but this here’s the take back
And them haters can’t hate that
Salute me from across a crowded club
Homie, I take that as love
Real n-gga shit the only thing I’m dealing with slim
Bitch you know that I’m the only reason you still in this club
Get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
[Big Sean - Verse 3]
Yellin’ “suck a dick or die hoe”
See your main bitch is my side hoe
Smokin’ top shelf on the top flo’
I’m a boss bitch
I take my time and get a pronto?
You probably f-ckin’ around doing some shit I aint got time fo’
P-ssy boy!
F-ck you and your hoe anatomy bitch
My nuclear like an academy bitch
It’s Finally Famous the Faculty bitch
Killin’ these niggas no casualties
Money and weed is a real nigga salary
Man, these rappers sound like me and
Honestly that shit is so flattering bitch
(thank you, thank you, thank you)
You want me to slip up and fall
Crash, burn, but I just keep pissin’ them off
I got movies to make
I got women to call
I got deals on the table
I can’t be dealin’ with y’all
(Nigga)
Rather crash parties and burn money
And if you pick the ashes up you still can’t earn from me
Bottom line is, I never wait in line bitch
And I’m rollin’ King Kush, I’m your Royal Highness
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

Dom Kennedy - Hennessy Beach Ft Curren$y Lyrics

Dom Kennedy - Hennessy Beach Ft Curren$y Lyrics:

[Hook - Dom Kennedy]

My niggas trying hard to get it

We making sure the cars is tinted

I'm making sure the broads is with it

I hit her with the extra large addiction

With some niggas trying hard to get it

And we making sure the cars is tinted

I'm making sure the broads is with it

I hit her with the extra large addiction

[Verse 1 - Dom]

Calico, hope you hoes is all legal

I take the most thickest and

Leave the rest with my people

Guns kill niggas and hurt, pussy is lethal

Raised in West Philly

Her favorite team is the Eagles

Got one dog, I think that shit is a beagle

She dress like one of them girls at Fred Segal

Totally! I just make her buy a bunch of clothes

For me. Then we go out to eat, I order

Steak with the rosemary

Before we in the house, I be digging in the

Hosiery. She ghost for me. I put that on her father

And the rosary. The older we become

Life is just begun. You like how that drink taste?

Mix it with some pre-cum

I hang around millionaires cause I could maybe be one

If you don't understand that, you are really D-umb

If you know a nigga real as me

I would like to see one

A couple homies locked away

I hope this city free some

Goin' to the pros, I'm tired of playing D-1

Can't stay in the same place

Life is not a re-run

I broke out, hit it one time

Then I jumped out. When her plane land

I think Spitta is choked out

Tortoise shell frames on, yeah niggas Loc'd out

Can't wait to bring the '62 with the spokes out

Cause it's all in our reach

I be waiting for you nigga, right here

On Hennessy Beach

[Curren$y]

Now I never had a glass of Hennessy in my life

I can't lie.. but I did have a shot of XO this morning

Shout out for the housewarming gift, they

Sent that to the room..

I didn't drive over here, not drinking and driving

Kush rolling.. aiite..

Staying in my Nike Cartays

Beach front home, cause I was stacking and playing

The back, all alone. Niggas is dead over raps

Gone over songs. I'm rolling something Herculean

Cheese past strong like it gotta be on 'roids, boy

Here's another hit, that Barry Bonds

Spitta know how to treat a woman, sugar

Cut all that real girl shit out, I prove it to ya

Snatch it with producers, I get high

To do my work. I'm a roofer

Instead of paying attention you niggas paying

Them bitches. That's why you in that position

Looking up at the jets, waving bye, staining your eyes

Cause we satellite high

In 1997, I dreamt about riding around a Porsche 911

But now platiunum, opening a car lot to sell em

My bottom bitch sew it, all goes down

But she never tell it..

Curren$y - Run Dat Shit Lyrics

Curren$y - Run Dat Shit Lyrics:

[Hook]

When Im off in the zone my niggas tellin me run dat shit

Run dat shit

Run dat shit

When Im off in the zone my niggas tellin me

[Verse 1]

Shit for high priced SUVs

Long nights palm trees

Cuff link sleeves

Them niggas ain't these

Extraordinary gentleman

This is the league

Wrinkle free

Pimpin my stock crates like 915

Jet cole make watergate look like a hair-brain scheme

Your hoes wanna be taken no leaving this(?)

And on the scene

Blue waters

White sands

Sticky green

Enough niggas talk shit

Jet niggas talk rich

Porches, fotress, horses afford this

Then try step up

Yall got me messed up

Basketball shorts on red carpet

My girl dressed up, and im coolin

Im just at the premier cause my homeboy was in the movie

I would be hoopin on my front yard point guard shit

With my neighbors son OG shit I do cause I truly am one

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

And they still trying to build that case

Want me to pay for murdering all these tapes

What can I say its still money over bitches

We stick to the script here

Magazine pictures

Credit every stitch that I wear

Never been one of those caught up in the fab

They say its out of style

I bring that shit back

Designers know it makes sense to chop it and burn hash

And let me skim through their next season sketch pad

I'm never mad

Just mad high my guy

From this altitude you wipe a doves tears when they cry

The forefather of the fly

No paternity test you style got my eyes left

And its Jets til the motherfucking next

Life

So sweet candy stripes on my Vette

If I say it I show it

You think I get it for free how I smoke it

My dude wanted zoot but he tossed me a few free O's and shit

All these rappers need is a hook to go and fish

For crappy deals but Im way too real

Muthafuckas kept half assing until

Warner Bros. came to the table

With the table

Now theres room for my whole set

Now my niggas able

Eat til we got the itis

Bitch we on fire

Marlo on the screen yeah bitch we on the wire

You talking too much bitch go sit up there with the driver

French Montana - Shot Caller ft Curren$y Lyrics

French Montana - Shot Caller ft Curren$y Lyrics:
[Chorus - Curren$y]
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
[French Montana - Verse 1]
Dippin in the ‘lac (slow) 3 in the back (oh)
2 if ya fat (aha) pimpin is a fact
Fresh up out the street hot jump to the top
I be french montana from da da da block
Went solo on ya azz, solo on the ave
All white navy blue polo with the hat
I go rawr rawr like a thunder dragon
From the south Bronx home of the original clappers
Just another case diggin in the crates
Empty out the tool they was fillin it with hate
Livin life fast guess mines on a speed boat
(spark the weed like a ….)
[Chorus - Curren$y]
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
[French Montana - Verse 2]
Back on the scene, crispy and clean,
LV the logo even on the chain,
Dopey funny style with a funky funky child
I do it frenchy style I let the money pile
She aint wanna talk till she seen the top off
Call me pimp homicide let her jump off
Feel the texture ? webster
Stand on my own not who I stand next ya
Can I hit it in the morning (mornin’) fo sho I’ll be pimpin like a pro
All the bad bitches know when the money hit the flo better pick it up
(pick it up pick it up pick it up)
French Montana French French Montana
[Chorus - Curren$y] (x2)
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller

Curren$y - This Is The Life Lyrics

Curren$y - This Is The Life Lyrics:

Still rolling in my Elco on them thiz-angs
N!ggas fukking up. They ain't fukking with the pliz-anes
Hits from the bong, Cali strong, got me feeling like I..
could kill a man, but I would rather kill a baseline
These coke laced lines, too dope for most they turn their noses up
Real n!ggas turn the music up more
Lookin out the cracked windows, sound and the smoke
Got u high off both. Drugs, audio.
Yall ain't got the heart for it. Get ur cardio, in order bro
Running for the money, pockets double-stuffed...Oreos
Party over here. B!tches feeling like sh!t in the morning tho
Its the sh!t! Life with the Jets, with fair warning.
Hoe call who u gotta call before we be off I live far
And ur phone mite not have bars
Babydoll break that weed up for me
I break u off something, have u running ur mouth, leading urfriends to me

(Chorus)(sung)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
This is the life.
Break down, then roll up.
This is the life.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (lames catch feelings)
This is the life.
Poolside, on rooftops (Jets count millions)
This is the life.

Motor under glass like a pheasant
Jet plans under wraps like presents
Stayed in my lane, gained leverage
Executives checked my credit was merited
We hustling together better than
Going in blindly. Expectations not met
Fools get ejected. Dropped like a Pharcyde record
Gone into hiding like the canvas top of what I driving now
Riding up the block they think Im moving in the autobot
Hop out, photo op. Scan for the cops. If they not about..
Light something for the cool n!ggas
Roll another one for the ride
Keep that bag thats all u n!gga. I'm out.
On another mission, steady paper twistin
Even when I was a broke n!gga, b!tches paid attention
On another mission, steady paper twistin
Even when I was a broke n!gga, b!tches paid attention

(Chorus)(sung) times 2
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
This is the life.
Break down, then roll up.(lames catch feelings)
This is the life.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
This is the life.
Poolside, on rooftops (Jets count millions)
This is the life.

Currensy - You See It Lyrics

Curren$y - You See It Lyrics:

[Verse 1 - Currensy]
Poolside, too high, with three bitches
With four lives, I’m finna deal
Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz
Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of that humble pie.
But you know I still talk my shit right
What you tryna hear when you high?
What you wish they played on the radio
At least one time? It’s cool though!
We getting major paper on the underground
You thought it was them other fools, though
It was us the whole time!
Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds
But sun do what the sun do rise
Hit the game like a Pinata tryna get a prize
Out here, riding, got me my bottom bitch
She give me the best top
A sex pistol getting shotgun in the drop
Best to wear your mittens, baby girl cause it’s getting…
[Hook - Currensy]
My top down, Bitch in a bikini.
My weed lye, I know you here screamin’
I’m here now, what’s going on this evenin’
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it
Nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it
[Verse 2 - Currensy]
Cross-eyed, a few drinks
Cussing at the referee, his officiating stinks!
Spitta Andretti, I’m money on wheels
Like a Brink truck, way tough
Nigga never budge, that’s my space! What
Marvel at my stance at your girl
What she think, she can’t even respond
Cause her mind is now mine, fool
I ain’t lying, let’s just cross the couch
Sleeping with my shoes on just in case I have
to wake up and be out
Once again it’s on
Mama bring my bong to the game room
With nothing but some panties on
And them Bape socks that I gave you
Never once on probation but your man’s on his papers
Spendin’ them, stackin’ them, feelin’ them
Wrappin’ em, lightin’ em, never passin’ em
I rolled it up myself and I don’t remember your help
That’s how we do it now, fall through the jetset
Man, bring your ounce, this is new jack city
Baby girl rock them titties
[Hook - Currensy]
My top down, Bitch in a bikini.
My weed loud, I know you hear screamin’
I’m here now, what’s going on this evenin’
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it
Nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it