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]
? 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 - High Tunes Lyrics

Curren$y - High Tunes Lyrics

up getting high round 7 am
and my girl stop bitching i’m bout my friends
because last niggers was going to fuck in
i stumbled through the door cloud 9, cloud 10
yeah that was round 4, say 3 hours ago
now i’m smoking out the crib, picking out clothes
what i’m most comfortable in …
when i think of somewhere to go
i’m scanning for a post trying to see what is here for
slamming my card…you can’t ride with me no more
i don’t need a chain or a whip to get with these hoes
work of the homie whacko, they fucking with me natural
factual, it’s time to show your bitches go, hannibal
trying to heat a nigger alive, that’s what this rap shit do
then police is after you, niggers getting mad at you
… can’t see shit … matter to you
ah, you trying to be the boy they wonder what … happened to you
i try to be the man i did more and i plan to do
i did my thing i snatched it before they could handed tot
earthquake…the road i’m doing …
the pain, the murder, the thoughts of suicide fool
you … no lie, and this is very true
i’m al… constructing these bars like i’m building a prison
like … know i gotta be out of my mind
…but them niggers gotta stay outside

diamond in the back … roof
counting up a stack in the drive through
late slapping, what the g’s drive through
wonder what this is, it’s high tunes
diamond in the back … roof
…gotta fit the stack in my shoe
diamond in the back …
counting up a stack in the drive through
late slapping, what the g’s drive through
wonder what this is, it’s high tunes
we did see this …fool

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)

Curren$y - Double 07 Lyrics

Curren$y - Double 07 Lyrics

Looking for someone down the line
But no one will be there to see ya through

Fuck all y’all

You should be rollin up by now

[Verse]
Shelter from the rain in a parked car
Chopping game, I defined my slangs
Fog lights in the grill, in the grill whippin’ the 96 Range
It’s insane. I pass you, let you drive in the narrow lanes
My independence remain

Cause I ain’t working for the radio station like Martin Payne
I grind and maintain my peace of mind
Almost lost it once on the line
But see that I found it just in time
A mercenary killer
Paid for bringin’ debt to these whack niggas
You call them raps that’s why them labels never called you back
Pimpin’, yeah jack, spitta snap
Long flight, turbulence bad
Baggage claim tags, car service rolling grass
Double 07, but I ain’t talking agents
Two ounces and seven grams my nigga we still blazing
You uneasy in my presence
Dumb questions, dumber statements
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
Roof terrace, you the basement
Couldn’t gain possession
Them haters couldn’t take it
Can’t see me unless you sleeping
Nigga Freddy vs. Jason
Snoozing on a jet movement
Your worst nightmare in the making

Currensy - You See It Lyrics

Currensy - 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 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

Curren$y - She Don't Want A Man Lyrics

Curren$y - She Don't Want A Man Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set
Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,
This particular evening she wanted to ride jets
Even though I now shawty was bad news, I played it cool
Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes
Misreading signals, attachment issues,
Getting way too into the grip of the vagina lips
Got homies searching for relationships,
She not tryna hear my type of bitch
She ran a story to me over grape juice and ciroc sips
Married to a doctor, cuddle master
Don’t f-ck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her
On the low, she f-cking his partners, feel her boys inside her
Cause she weren’t f-cking with a rider

[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck

[Verse 2]
From talking it out to the parking lot
From the parking lot to my safe house
Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City
Most bitches aint ready
But Shawty aint tripping, she was living already
My f-ck game impressive so she come back steady.
The shit, while heavy I can carry it
Cant get too far I mean this isnt marriage bitch
She roll doobies as I paddle shift
We f-ck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy
And then we smash again, she talking about him
How she feel bad about feeling so good, by giving me the ass
Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything to get it off her chest
But she don’t want see him, man,
Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad
She got dressed and left in a flash
But she saying she be back!

[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck

[Verse 3]
Couple days roll by, Shawty callin’ askin’ if I have time
To put a couple in the air I was like, yeah
We could fly ? theres plenty over here
She fell through like always
We broke it down in the hallway
She bossed her way back she dont crawl her way
Her body designed Frank Cartier
Say something talking heavy on her heart today
Telling her the situation is wrong and she should walk away
Cause her feelings was coming into play
Affecting her home life in all kinda ways
Her man askin her whats wrong she don’t know what to say,
But she do got a union to save
But she in love with the lust that we’ve made
She had far too much she could say
That f-cking me was a perfect mistake

[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck

Curren$y Ft. Prodigy - The Type Lyrics

Curren$y Ft. Prodigy - The Type Lyrics

let the little homies kick you in the … shop
as long as …keep his mouth shot.
same way i came up, all my triple….
nice guys surrounded by wolves…
that’s why our game is cool!
…try to duplicate it and make two,
all you do is make fool of yourself,
..trying to get close to the…
but it will never be the sight for bad rookie pattern.
that’s why i sit …
damn bitch, chains give her…
i’m at the window sky watching,
planning as usual, that’s what i’m doing when i quiet,
i can’t remember ..but she had that …
that other night …and i thank her for that.
…try to fuck her this morning.

chorus:
we boss rap, like we boss these …
we’re the type of people that don’t berry the ax,
hold up!
we boss rap, like we…
we’re the type of people counting this money…

we boss rap, like we boss these …
we’re the type of people that don’t berry the hatch!
hold up!
we boss raps, like we boss this ..
we’re the type of people shutting this engine…

fucking this delightful shooting stars,
gotta move smooth, can’t get caught,
sleep one day don’t wanna see me fall.
take my punches like a true, but take my losses like a…
come with the territory, take the good with the bad!
..when they land so be it,
anything is not contingent,
sometimes we risk our life, sometimes we risk our love,
our money and our freedom, that bullshit could feed it..
we manipulate naive dummies, we beat you on the head,
this game we’d be running sometime,
but most of the time, we don’t play
they can’t figure us out,
we like it that way,…
..put him down trying to get him, amen for the self,
a woman… we’re the type of people that could find you,
find you!

chorus:
we boss rap, like we boss these …
we’re the type of people that don’t berry the ax,
hold up!
we boss rap, like we…
we’re the type of people counting this money…
we boss rap, like we boss these …
we’re the type of people that don’t berry the hatch!
hold up!
we boss raps, like we boss this ..
we’re the type of people shutting this engine…

Currensy Ft. Freddie Gibbs - Scottie Pippen Lyrics

Currensy Ft. Freddie Gibbs - Scottie Pippen Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Currensy]
Showing no signs of letting up
Still kick you in the head like I think
You on the verge of getting up
No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra commando
Deadly venom spitting, n-ggas just a salamander
I’m living the life worthy capturing on camera, documented
How one of the last lives was deaded
How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky
How I rolled with them women, elegant player, no sippin’
How I f*ck them to sleep?
How I woke up out the building when I was finished
Keep it G, them n-ggas not original they muthaf-cking house of mirrors
Not quite the image, I’m on that Popeye spinach
Mama mai-tai sippin, she loves a square n-gga
But now she trying something different
Windy City Bulls, mention the Nets, wool jackets and sweats, Scottie Pippens
My description, high of that fuzzy green prescription
Lying if I said that I isn’t
If you looking for that n-gga: I is him
All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing

[Freddie Gibbs]
Reporting live from the devil’s pad
Breakfast here: two titties, two plus and a turkey bacon sandwich
2 seeds with eggs and bread jelly
My hoes they rarely pop that p-ssy,
They put off in my Pontiac on Pirellis ’82 edition
Spotters body squatting on sixes?
Rather be counting stacks than stuck in the county, washing the dishes
Or washing drawers in the pen ?
I had to go pay the correct correctional officer to walk him in
Bail money on debt, come at my neck
Plus that boy cause that same place where him ? where he slept
I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber
The price of life thats so high that I must make sure I stay higher
Stay with the purp out of piso?
Smacking as deep as needles
They run in the rock just like I play quarterback for the eagles
Rando donovan in the mic a
‘Fore I picked up this mic I was hitting licks
Did dirt with plenty disciples
I’m gang bang affiliated, federal investigated, self educated
All my co-conspirators catching cases
I got straight out of college and I made it at home ?
But believe I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations
Leave faces with operations, closed casket console
Tryna make million dollars, f-ck a million downloads
But if that equal the same, smash it up and give me my change
I made a lane up in this game so n-ggas goin’ remember the name
Gangsta Gibbs ho, two bitches cooking in the crib hoe
Still push a bucket but I ride it like a Benz hoe
Tryna find a bridge ho, to slanging raps, from slanging weight
Said the Fred the new age ? call me baby face