[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
privacy glass, down halfway, reflections cast
on office buildings as i pass
bitch feeling some kind of way
sitting right next to me thinking 'bout what's next with me
intimidated by the playaness, ain't no how to say the shit she texted me
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
About to land jets on some suckers houses
Homie come about it that side shit
You call your girl crib in the background she bumping my shit
You mad I'm at the crib cutting open vacuum bags
Pouring some of that potent for the true smoking shit my homie had
Last time I was in Cali told him he had to send me that
Ship it to the city, so I could bend some corners
With lil mama tell them hit some of this sticky with me
Just being around me make her slippery, sexy pajamas when she visit me
Her friends fall through, with louder that, over talking, baller stalking
Search for eye contact so they could double back and ass g
When I got some time free, but honestly
Building this empire taking a lot of me
It will be worth it though, shit good right now you found my lighter
And my grinder it be perfect ho
And it's still, and it's still jets at yo motherfuckin
[Verse 2: Trademark]
And I stand here, g'd up from the feet up
Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up
Baby smoke it all, I ain't tripping I just reup
She thought real niggers was dead I made her a believer
Now she us, we a different breed
Come planning from a different species
Young bred to keep it
My life is like a movie but I'm living out the scenes
I'm pulling x for the rex I'm all about the cream
By any means a hustling scheme will fulfill my dreams
A better living fatter pockets, prettier women
Super sticky weed I'm puffing late up in the villa
South beach suite metropost smoking and chilling
Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer
Hit her with the Deals she in love with the villain
But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach
Can I get a witness to this g shit that I'm spitting
At Will, it's still, it's still, jets at yo motherfuckin
Already
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
Ok, girl, where shall I begin?
I told her about my lifestyle she said I'm all in
She say most niggers change you ain't nothing like them
So I got her high as hell, I'm talking about the rim
But I never cared, mama blow it in the wind
Ain't too much changed since back then
But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends
They wouldn't last a minute if they'd live where I live
They couldn't walk a mile in these jordans number 10's
And I got that shit off like think you come again
Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich
So need what my cash for that's word to money mitch
I swear I'm bound to break that bed when I get it in
Haters know the set that I rep to the end
It's crazy I keep hearing voices in my ear, telling me to get paid
My reply bet I will and it's still, it's still
[Verse 1:]
Bottles pop, joints roll
With my folks, in the whip
Section of the club with my eyes on this model chick
I don't know who she came with
She look like someone famous
She knew every word to my song when the dj played it
I asked her what her name is
She smiled when she said it
Right now I don't remember but it sounded like somethin spanish
I offered her champagne and she told me she don't drank it
I told her I wanna see her naked
She said lil boy who u playin with
My next thought was ok then
I'm obviously dealin with a lady
I apologized for my statement
And we kept on conversatin
She noticed we was blazin
She took a couple puffs of the haze and
She rolled her numba on napkin
And after that she vanished
[Chorus:]
Now, she on my mind
Can't get this bitch off my mind
She on my mind can't get this bitch off my mind
The shit affectin my rhymes
I'm havin trouble memorizin my lines
Cause this bitch on my mind
Gotta get this bitch off my mind
[Verse 2:]
Now I'm outside of the club
Me and my homies all fucked up
Tipped valet, hopped back in the truck
Whole ride home I was thinkin bout her
Thought bout callin her but I didn't
I didn't wanna call round all my niggas
Cause they drunk asses will be laughin an gigglin
And I ain't in the mood for all that ribbon
I just waited till I made it to the crib and
Attempted to call while watchin television
Wack ass cellphone trippin
Only get the strong signal when I'm in the kitchen
Walked in and dialed them digits
While the phone ringin
I'm thinkin bout her in different positions
Answer machine, voice sound different
Thank you for callin popeyes chicken?
Bitch get off my mind
Gotta get that bitch off my mind
Bitch Get off my mind
Gotta get this bitch off my mind
This bitch wasn't even that fine
I only seen this bitch one time
Why I got this bitch on my mine
Uh...
Nothing but...
Tell the truth, do I?
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up and blow it, you know it
Prophetized by the perpetually high poet
I been thru it so free game I got to throw it to the listeners
Gifted in the art of deciphering rhymes
Conjured up in the confines of a powerful mind
Between the cars and broads, you're sure to find
The story of a man who drew his own guidelines
Inspirational, ain't it?
The way shorty set his goals tall and attained'em
Professional brushstrokes on canvasses
Finger-painting amateurs, can't handle it you do best to stay in your pajamas, kid
Blew my high when you came in with them cameras
Questions and peanut gallery suggestions
I hear some drummers comin' from your section, that's cool
But we got our own beat to walk to, fool!
Uh, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle
Tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
To the kid that chose me to follow...
Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas
I'm, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle
Now tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
To the kid that chose me to follow...
Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas
Nigga! Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas, yea
Lyin' ass bitches, thievin' ass partners...
To the kid that chose me to follow,
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Dedicated to the Winners and the Losers
To the night De-bo got knocked fuck out
N Red got back his beach cruiser
I'm jet livin for the day to make em pay
This revenge served cold on a doobie ashtray
My eyes and my windows open halfway
I'm livin in a matinee early
See me tho fashionably late and you nervous
Mad outta place
You pretendin to be comfortable it's showin on yo face
And them niggas that you think holdin you down jus lookin for cake
And they'll accept from whoever got a slice on they plate
Fall in like rain
Befriended and betrayed
All in all viciously bitten by niggas u was jus callin yo dogs
And it was all good jus a week ago
Chillin by dem freaky hoes, feet kicked up
When you shoulda been on yo toes
Stay high
Kill em with the flow
These new, fresha than yo easter clothers
I ain't trippin off nann nigga to each his own
So ignore my grass tend to ya own home homes
Might pick my hair til it's Puffy, no Combs
Fuckin bitches that won't let u make it out the friend zone
Ice Water, Tall Glasses take it in
It goes down like nails if you frail
Jet fuel
Labortory reported it burned thru the test tube
Tearin thru yo rag toproof while u at the drive thru waitin on that slow ass fast food
Alan from the sky foo
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
8: 50
Bird shit on the windshield hit the wipers
Mother natures cryin
Harmonizin
Homiide ridin on these tracks
Think when DoeBoy caught the fools who killed Ricky
Them niggas was lunchin
Slippin
Monsta told DoeBoy "Cut the lights nigga! "
My watch is on grind time word to mic Bigga
This here is a digital track
(W) rap on these bitches
On computers like laptop stickas
Light pressure on these suckas means it's drizzlin
Feelin like pennies fallin from the roof of the empire state buildin
High velocity
I'm high off broccoli
In Cali with a license, got plants on property
Watchin me
Tryna copy me
Showin my pics to yo stylists like "Buy this outfit for me"
But the clothes don't make the man, a man made them pants
His flight leave at 8 and at 9 my plane land
Ain't that grand?
I got pounds of weed and a plan
To let you suckas kno who the mutha fuckin...
Ah man
Bad weather
And that shelter won't help ya
Sink, swim or swelter
Temperature risin, so is the water level
[Curren$y: Talking]
Tru Records exclusive, Curren$y Da Hott Spitta & XL
Action packed nigga get your cassettes ready
It's about to go down like this here
Uh, uh, these niggas keep hatin, that ain't right though
I'm a throw it down like this here
[Curren$y:]
Now I ain't trying to take over the game
I'm just trying to get a Range Rover and a couple of chains
I got a X-ed out college bitch giving me brains
Gave her my e-mail address and an alias name
And they tell me take it easy but I can't help it
I want more green than the Boston Celtics
Let a tru nigga breathe don't be selfish
Bet on hot spitta competition getting delt with
Hollerin bout you totin guns
But I see you with no straps like low-top Air Force Ones
And U hollerin bout money ain't got no funds
And U rappin on beats using pots for ya drums
And you'll never see me with ya bitch
Oh I got the hoe with me, you just can't see through the tint
And I'm beggin ya dog please don't quit rappin
If you quit rappin I quit laughin
[Chorus: x2]
Don't wanna see us with no paper ha (that ain't right)
Don't wanna see us niggas make it ha (that ain't right)
I ain't gon call you a hater dog (cause that ain't nice)
Just let a nigga breathe in the game aight
[Curren$y:]
I got a flat so I had to leave the V in the garage
And X see the bar on his Bentley?
Headin to the spa for a weekly massage
Me, ya lady, and ya sister do minagé trios
And I just copped two Porsches
And the dashboard got more wood than the Evergreen Forest
Pull up on the block, two glocks two torches
Shorty too hot like papa bear's poridge
Talkin bout you pop caps to wet me
The only cap you pop is off a bottle of Pepsi
I got enough waves for you to ride on jet skis
And fuck a bodyguard I let the tech protect me
Hell in a black end male with white break lights
Known for spittin raps out like that on tapes right
Say you got skills ha bitch keep frontin
And I'll carve ya face up like a Halloween Pumpkin
[Chorus]
[XL:]
I guess I ain't supposed to spit
You probably want me locked off in the back so you can hush my shit
You probably thinkin is C wrong for this
But XL ain't just a name known for production and shit
If ain't nothing else, I'm never ya bitch
Lyrically I'm hot, like the different color paint on my six
And if y'all really ain't on my shit, it's cool
Cause that ain't right
I guess I know you better than me
You probably a pimp who get the pussy wetter than me
You probably a thug with more ice and cheddar than me
Fuck that if I was you I'd be better than me
Ya bitch you, you better be better than me
You're probably right, that ain't right
Naw dog, not on your life
You're better off trying to fuck with a dike
If you smart why you sound so dumb on the mic
You can't fuck with my beats let alone what I write
My click, or the fact that we tight
It ain't us, ya'll ain't doin it right
I ruined it right
A producer that ruined your life
Aw fuck it they done gave me a mic
[Curren$y:]
That ain't right [x16]
You should be rolling up by now
Knowing I'm a look
Cool in them
Black and white pictures
When they talk about
Underground rappers
Gettin high and making history
I'm sick and tired these niggaz
Claiming they as sick as me
They lying I checked your chart
Your file saying you soft
Something fishy hoe nigga
You more bass then boss
Off the boat small fries
And stowaways get tossed
Can't party on the shore with us fool
Get yo floaties up, kiddy pool nigga
Ain't really that cool
Can't follow these moves
You need more expensive shoes
Working out smoking strong
On a week long cruise
Bonfire with theses bitches
Singing songs to the moon
Too high to judge
Call my ex bitch that did foul shit
Fuck her brains out and settle the grudge
Back shot revenge style, ain't no love
Light grub, roll up after a quick scrub
Cover my tracks don't let my bitch know where I was
Sticking to the script thought I'm improvising a bit
Same as my OG's but I put the Jets in the mix
Classic like Eddie Murphy's SNL skits
Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print
On my flint 13's, no retro 3m reflective
Ya bitch tight recklessing my DM's
Sexting tryna see him
Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company
I'm building one of them hunny
Featuring: Curren$y
You should be rolling up by now
Locate your lighters
It's prime time
It's mister go left from the bitch
Who can't find her right mind
I'm squeaking past a yellow light
Doin 65, hope that wasn't one of them camera joints
Traffic eyes in the sky
I'm kind of high
What you done twisted
I'm used to that killer shit
So I maintain my pimping
While you're over high and slizzered
And I'm laughin at you slipping
And your bitch feeling disgusted and miserable
She is like why is she even here with you
I'm puttin air in my inner tubes
Black mags on my Haro hanging from the wall
The allure of my home decor
Got these girls tripping
And frequently speaking of return visits
A time machine my lyrics
The same things for my garage dawg
You see what I just put in it
We try'n to compete with them Nascars
You noticing that the stylin got switched up
Cause the last one got bit up
Yeah lil homie y'all can get down
But I bet y'all can't keep up
This Jet Life ain't for everybody
This shit is reserved for us
Yeah lil homie y'all can get down
But I bet y'all can't keep up
The stylin got switched up
Cause the last one got bit up
Yeah lil homie y'all can get down
But I bet y'all can't keep up
Yeah lil homie y'all can get down
[Verse 1]
Yea, when the speedometer reads 70 miles per hour
A spoiler is deployed from the trunk
Less wind resistance, more power
You ain't sat in nothing like this once (niggaa)
Fresh from the pages of Car & Driver
To the possession of high pilots
File it in my collection
With the rest of my shit
Up-to-date bill sheets, documented mileage
Handbook in the console I know everything about it
Got yo woman wet, she need goggles
See me on the set, I'm the picture of survival
Live in the flesh, dropping bombs on my rivals
We the motherfucking JETS
You just motherfucking clown shoes
Borrowing ya big homie jewelry shooting virals
Never wheeling them cars, just standing by them
Not really knowing them broads, just standing by them
No first class tickets, you just buy the stand-by ones
I'm adding dollars, you admiring
I'm Words With Friends whole time in-flight wireless
Email full of condo prices
Marble or granite, kitchen islands
Home stylings
[Hook]
Got a mill out the deal I'm still on the grind
(JET life on these niggas yeah)
Got 10 more coming just give me some time
(JET life on them bitches yeah)
Putting it all together got something in mind
(JET life on them niggas yeah)
Show them better than I can tell them they gon feel me
[Verse 2]
Show them better than I can tell em they gon' feel me
Niggas I came up with changing up say they gone kill me
If they ever catch me slipping
I don't give a fuck, sincerely
I know they just emotional, they love me, they fear me
They like my women, they see me steering, wish they was in it
Jealousy, just feeding em negative energy
I put my hands together praying for my friend-emies
Only let paper chasers dwell in this vicinity
Can't violate the JET code without penalty
Even family get let go "Fredo, you killing me"
I work hard, bloggers thinking that it's 10 of me
Dropping record after record like them bitches slippery
I like nice shit and I know how to get it
Hustle dumbass, it's not rocket science or Quantum Physics
Get on task fool, Trap til a trillion
Wrote these raps in New Orleans and performed them in New Zealand
Word to Pusha T and that's legal drug dealing
"My God", what a feeling
Italian engineering, Decepticon ceilings
Push button disappearing when the drizzle clearing
I'll probably be laid in the enclave, until then
Jet miss in the kitchen grilling up steaks
It'll smell like Ruth's Chris in a minute fool, you want a plate?
The hero unsung when I'm done they'll say I'm great
[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 that's 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
[Hook:]
When I'm off in the zone my niggas tellin me run dat shit
Run dat shit
Run dat shit
When I'm 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 stocks crate 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, fortress, horses afford this
Then try step up
Ya'll got me messed up
Basketball shorts on red carpet
My girl dressed up, and I'm coolin
I'm 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 it's 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 it's 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 your style got my eyes left
And it's 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 loot 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 I'm way too real
Muthafuckas kept half assing until
Warner Bros. came to the table
With the table
Now there's 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 n***** is, cheap greens, artificial turf
Second in the presence of better, me first
Captain america, versus captain planet, I control the larger area
Super hero no cape, delta force in the third grade,
Now or laters, basketball cards in my school pants
How to be a player, got to ask then you can't afford the movie neighbor
Drop jewels like a buttterfinger watch maker
Money so old it deserve an in home caretaker
I been talking this s**** for a minute, never been called out just been called that n****
I paid dudes and I tipped em' I ain't trippin
Check yo' prescription, linches I'm not pippen
We both scoring, but mines more awesome
B******* called him, we smell the weed in the air jordans, yeah
Over land... sea.air, scratch it off the list after I been there
Yeah, jets, everytime I drop bars the bar is reset
Stack change, and I didn't change, looking down on these fools
Balcony rap, I'm way too high for that, bulls*** so save it neighbor I'm on my paper
B**** what you think this is, I only f****** twice, girl what you think you did?
Ain't nobody throw rice, spitta, ninja, precise, slice
Overheat never, under pressure, sweat ice, what's pressure
I never felt pressure in my life, it's been a cake walk
Frosting on my nikes, don't let em' talk
Cut a hater wind short, chevrolet bowtie, tips on the end of my exhaust pipe
B******* at the window pray they hear that sound every night
But I'm out baby, you my home girl but this not my house lady
Can't go for that, [? ]
Fall through, get the cut, clean up, change clothes,
[Intro:]
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I whip a Z06 fat on the Crescent City connection
Tee tops off the roof, safety of the weapon
Politics for politicians legislative reppin'
Discussing buying property to make 'em feel my presence
All over this bitch, the small world that it is
Niggas is slipping and Spitta steady gaining position
Buddy about his business, '08 in the brakes
Lamborghini season we personalize the plates
Looking down on the States from gulf streams away
30, 000 feet like my last classic tape
Cranberry splashes with bub in the glasses
That's my Mimosa so we call it a fly Sosa
Bitches long lashes, big titties and fat asses
Bottoms up the same way I cut 'em when I smash 'em
Play the cut with a orange streak striped jacket, uhh
Mets fitted, my Pat Ewing's is vintage
Buddy I'm a mad man so fly the image
Holy Grail, many men failed tryna get it
Hot Spitta is present, success is destined
Read the same script as Will Smith, I Am Legend
Ain't no messing with the set that I'm repping
Jets fly high, drop fire where you steppin'
Play the lowrider for the days of my West End
That Impala dancing like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
[Hook: Curren$y]
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
[Verse 2: Fiend]
I'm cooler than most
Socialize with folks
Cause and bloods
LK's, GD's, VL's and Thugs
Some pompous some addicted to drugs
Is you buying or selling?
Is you lying or telling?
Felons, remember Scott told me to lean back
Before I heard red marlboro snitching a G pass
Obviously with Jones right there where the fiends at
Man Spitta told me this year he doing Lamborghini's
I just wanna pull a Sam and buck fifty, believe me
I see the cash in my sleep like a baby do angels
Wake up, it's not there and it's painful
Harsh reality, dark, high gotta make that salary
It's like the Vick soul be after me
20 thousand for the chain to get you mad at me
I plow a hole in ya girl, now she nagging me
Ya man ain't bad as me
It might seem like I'm rambling
But really I'm scrambling
Like Drew Brees
On some new endeavors to get some new cheese, new sleeves
And some thousand dollar britches
New shoes can't forget the collar, holler at the bitches
[Hook: Curren$y]
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets and Leer Jets
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and Leer Jets, I lust 'em
Raps I bust 'em
Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
And where havent havent we uhn
Vinnie Johnston get in the game, lay put up points quick microwave
Industry coruption they tryin to point shaves
Dummie down, why, when my audience is just as smart as I
If you saw me, told somebody I bet they thought you were lying
Fly where never in the space I'm in
Never roll round corners that I've been
High driving impalla slams, sparks flickin, trippin, scrapin the off ban,
Fuck it nothin of it my mechanic is the man, and them
Hit em on the jack, the part replace that, asap that's that mothafucker
Like a deffintion, O.GS watch me I'm a flow right out the television
New aero bills reverse sitchin I'll I will re-invent the wheel
Prerequisite, intellagence plus sexiness canidate to be a jet miss
Queen for a day put cha on the foor of the mardi gras parade
High and she smiling wave
Brush up on it, get the rust off your moves my lil poney
Which ya fine ass cold bottle and my grape cool aid and my wine glass
Smokin amsterdam green with my fresh blue number 9's
And my red headed honey from burmease
Lip stick smears, pass port stamps, eyes simease cat lady the trance
Shineing in my Marijuana trance
Bull shit still waiti on me when I get back
Deal with it don't run
Square it up burn down another one
You goin to the candy ladys crib wontcha bring me somthin
I keep on comin' back oh back to you
Baby uh, I keep on comin' back
[Verse 1:]
From day one they down to ride
Every second since then they're by my side
Broken hearted from the last, often she cried
But holdin' on to love for dear life
Before everything was good, we had a great time
But fall out over something, a few months down the line
See clearly love is blind cuz we can't see a way out this
No, reach a compromise, honestly I'm not tryin'
Cuz I wanna be with you but they callin' me outside and I'm like
How can a man choose? I wish you'd understand
If they're mother wasn't you I'd really just be playin'
Might splash up and be through but my heart's still in your hand
And I promise that's the truth and I hear what you be sayin'
And I feel your point of view but somehow I forgive that shit they taught
Up in loot
Late night speedin', I'm close
I respect it if you left me but I'm glad you never do
[Hook:]
See here's the thing
I won't sit here broken hearted
Boy, we gon get back where we started
'Cause I won't need you, no
I gained too much to lose
I've already bothered you
And there's nothing left but just us two
You're everything (you're everything)
See that's the thing (see that's the thing)
Yea, that's the thing
[Verse 2:]
And I'll fall asleep next to none of them hoes
No matter what's poppin', I'll be sure to make it home
There's no excuse for wilin', I'm just makin' sure it's known
And I'm actually not doin' half of what I could be doin'
I'm slowin' down, tryna make improvements
Thinkin' 'bout the future and shit that
What cohesive union, raise a little princess, a junior
Soon as I make enough with this music cuz you've got my attention
I'll be patient as I pursue it
It would been the best for both us if you'd just sit through it
When it's all said and done we would have everything, a beauty
And sail into the setting sun, but I already know
That you done her a visit like a thousand times before
And I done promise it like many times more
But I've been sincere, I see us winnin' and we almost there
(Hook)
I've already bothered you
And there's nothing left but just us two
You're everything (you're everything)
See that's the thing (see that's the thing)
Yea, that's the thing
(Bridge)
You wanna go with me and we connect
Now we're supposed to be
I'm all yours, all yours, all day
And I could fix
I'm gonna walk you out
Cuz I proved out
So I tough it out
So I'm all yours, all yours, all day
(Hook)
See here's the thing
I won't sit here broken hearted
Boy, we gon get back where we started
'Cause I won't need you, no
I gained too much to lose
I've already bothered you
And there's nothing left but just us two
You're everything (you're everything)
See that's the thing (see that's the thing)
Yea, that's the thing
I said I love you
That's the thing
I won't allow you
See that's the thing
You know I love you
The reeferlution will be televised...
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
From High Times Cannabis Cup judging the red
Carpet parties in New Orleans for my homecoming
Bring your own buds in for test inspection
'Fore access is granted to my section
My diesel East Coast, my kush is Western Conference
Chronic, nothing but bombest for
The elitest of rhymers and beat designers
You smell these trees leaking through your equalizers
A boss on them raws though I started with them EZ Widers
OG daytons nigga not them eagle wires
A couple niggas from the old block mad
So when I visit I park my lo-lo in the grass
To keep an eye out, smoking one for the homie on the mural
As I ride past. If I was drinking, I'd have poured some wine out
Not your frank Amy Winehouse
Candy paint on my skybox, tell a square bitch "watch out! "
[Hook: Curren$y]
The reeferlution will be televised...
We getting money now
The reeferlution will be televised...
[Verse 2: Fiend]
The new-school coupe just left the paint booth
Got me stepping like a Nupe, barking like a Que
G'd up music, we spark a barbeque
Got a '70 Carlo named after daughter too
Excellent Wolverine blue, you can see the water too
Oak wood turning, know what we burning...
Absolutely, baby! International Jones, jet life
I [?] and the [?]
Paper plates and I [?]
You were smoking with [?] what do I sacrifice
Paint job fine as the hair on a frog's back
The green you bringing better glow or stank or we don't want that
Get My leaders from Houston
Monsta Beatz on the heat that we using
My engine sounds like it's been juicin'
Chick bad my stick, I'm shooting
Spitta Andretti, what we call it? Reefer
[Hook: Curren$y]
The reeferlution will be televised...
Yeah mama, we getting money now
This time for all the marbles ya'll
If not now then when
Spit vicious and proud of it
In the future
My city will build monuments
Listin my accomplishments
Like the soles on my Jordan 10s
Rock the Ralph Lauren cardigan
2008 gone with the wind
Curren$y is starrin in major motion pictures
Life of the set
Killin em with the charisma
Fly private jets with the wifey
Continental for the side piece
But atleast it's first class shit
Bitches be happy for a shot
At that first class dick
Her carry on bag got the purp stashed in
Ride around blastin
Empty Delaware punch cans for the ashes
Serious as a heart attack
Doin my own thing
And ghost writin on the side
Homie try Cyrano de Bergerac
Better lookin
Hope I didn't go over your head
I read alot of books man
In the studio burnin the pound
Loakin on a plant of the Junior Brown
Make fly tracks
Those go to the Zune
Bumpin in the airport
Walkin with a Crooks & Castle duffle full of shoes
My girl got the roll away Lou
She hold a nigga down
So I lace her up
I drive her vet
And let her take my truck
Niggas mad
I see em every second
They turnin greener
The envy eatin em up
They gettin thinner
Stephen King writin
Keep the lame niggas frightened
Air Max 95s
Red & Green
NBA Live
Sega Genesis
Nigga what you think this is
Straight up on the real pimpin'
[Trademark the Skydiver:]
Been on some other shit
Fly clothes, expensive kicks
They say my swag immaculate
And I agree that's accurate
Fuckin hoes and stackin chips
Ice on my neck and wrists
Blowin down a pound of piff
Ridin round in foreign whips
Flyin saucer Porsche
Yea I call that bitch the aero ship
Hatas hatin on my click
And on the slick we loving it
This rap shit we runnin it
Niggas ain't fuckin with the planes
What you think we in the game for the fun of it?
Nah, this the takeover
Burnin down your empire that's game over
Not J-I-double G-A Hova
But Skydiver the jet fighter
I'm so focused
28 bar inferno I'm flamethrowin
Nigga been potent way before the game noticed
And these rap niggas is bogus
Talkin reckless over tracks
But I fire back with pure perfection
Steps above clever
How I use my letters
But em together and send em out
Just like I'm textin a message
Diamond in the rough
Princess cuts on my neckless
I'm eatin Franklin for lunch
Purp blunts for breakfast
Your lil tips is brunch crumbs
I'm not impressed with
Hold On
Won't you give me a second to digest this
Then I shit on these niggas $pitta tell em!
[Curren$y:]
Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga
[Trademark the Skydiver:]
You should quit while you ahead with the bread
Just a suggestion
We scrape your whole plate
Then double back for seconds
If we getting cake is no longer a question
We still count loot up from last years investments
Ask your hoe
She know I'm one of the freshest out
I spit it out
Like my chest was congested
Let that bitch breathe!
[Curren$y:]
Nah Sky Diver let the bitch leave
Ol' raggedy broad I ain't never need
Bitches is on speed
Fuckin like rabbits
They hungry
Followin my carrots
Housed in my ring
Lookin like 46 upside down Cristal bottles sittin in a basket
UFC these beats
Any track can get it's ass whipped
I am on my cheddar
All about checks like solecollector.com
Some of y'all ain't on that
Ya'll behind
Sucka niggas get on whacks in startin line
Fairy tale once upon a time ass niggas
Goin out they minds tryna out rhyme Spitta
Let that bitch breathe
Sky Diver knocked them out
[Verse 1: Curren$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 that's 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 fuckin 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 ain't putting on
Smoke something?
I remember when you couldn't even smoke shit
Couldn't stay focused
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Box Chevy, No Tint
Floatin inside... aquarium
Yeah that's him,
Compository sketches is all
They can't catch us... Jet Setta's
I jointed the mile high club somewhere over texas
Plotted my climb since the homie played the black lexus
I told em put it all on spitta
Guaranteed winner, then a go getta
Ain't gotta go no where, I already came here with it
Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13's
Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash
Mu'fuckas well-trained, on the low I be havin that high grade
Talkin bout how a nigga smoke n maintain
That's word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree
Fly tell that you ain't heard that from me
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.R.T.]
True vision and the impeccable timing
Shine so the blinded don't look twice
My Fresh don't it look nice
Yo DNA ain't the same pimp so naw you don't look right
Fuck it, I fast forward past yours...
You wanted something to look up to so ask for it
Mississippi country bumpkin with nothin to loose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god 'bove all things
I fall Short... pimpin women with small shorts
Reachin out for a smile like children and small folk
Always above the rim like what do you ball for?
If you ain't spending money then what did u call for
I look good for the fuck, but baby it's all spoke
The game is a bitch and shawty she all choke
[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Came through to conquer
We killin this since contra
No sponser and I'm smokin on a mini launcher
8 grams nigga fuck with me
Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me
I don't blow reggie bush, neva would
This heavy kush, oh you got some too?... very good
With a grinder... we grinders, top rhymers
Definers, drop gems so timeless
Burn like a CD, get topped like ZZ
Flow like agua and I'm cold like a ski beat
Lawd... got them hood niggas quotin my bars
And them bloggers like oh my gawd...
Smokee robinson, earl james, and george kush
Round table eatin pasta like mobsta's
Make a killin off sour D
[McKenzie Eddy:]
So I see the setting sun and I get to feeling numb,
Down on that side of town, back where no funs around.
Back where I felt like me and everything you want to be.
Just flows so easily, some I think may call it free,
So cooooooooooooooooollllddddd,
So So Coooooooooooolllddd,
I can't believe you cooooooollllddd
So ooooooooooooooooooooo
[Curren$y:]
Uh, Yea...
As the joint burns, o the point that it stinging my fingers,
Tracks my talk show platform...
Part Phil Donahue part Jerry Springer
Momma come when I bring her...
She go where I send her.
Kept it trill from the beginning
From square 1 maintain square business
Don't concern yourself with my minglin with other bitches
So crafty, mastered the flow Alaska cold,
Silent foot assassin approach.
High when I stroll,
Not even leaving foot prints in the snow...
You know
[McKenzie Eddy:]
Can't believe you cooooooolllllldddd
Soo ooooooooooooooo whooooooaaaa
So I see your face again, back where I've been travelin
Time... I think it seems, to have it's grip on me.
Friends they say they call it for you,
No matter what I offer you.
Can't believe in history, living in this misery.
So cooooooooooooooooolllllddddd
So So cooooooooooollllldddd
I can't believe you cooooollllllllllllddd
Featuring: Fiend, Curren$y
Take this opportunity to roll up
Locate your lighters
[Verse 1: Curren$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$y the spitta
Alchemist my nigga
[Intro:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (fool)
What it was
What it used to be (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang)
She just wanna ride with a G (Bitches sliding off they weddin' rings)
Uncork the champagne (Yeah)
And she just wanna ride with a G (Yeah)
[Chorus:]
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G
She just wanna ride with a G
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
(Yeah, Yeah, Fool)
Fresh out the time machine, I step
Mercedes Benz SL5, the rides kept
I play the field with stiff arms and side steps
Bitches with whom I've slept solidify my rep
Her baby doll eyes watered up, as she wept
When I mention my intentions were to step
Beast I be, her friends tell her not to speak to me
We've got history
I know I still can be, fool
And women I've been with know it's true
No matter what I got goin'
Saw me with my mang thang
Still got my number she textin' my phone,
She just wanna ride with a G
I can't knock her
For fuckin with these imposters,
Lower case G's, little me's
Them niggas pickin' sticks and seeds outta they weed,
My budd covered in fuzz
But not surrounded by the police
[Chorus:]
She remember what it was
She remember what it used to be
But somewhere along the lines she fucked up
And realized she lost her seat
And, now, she just wanna ride with a G
She just wanna ride with a G
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Playa, playa, lay a, spraya
On the real loco
I should be the mayor
Compassionate, rare
Fly to a spider
Scope on me tough like a sniper, viper
My cipher is G's
No fleas, green trees
No seeds, oh please
We press, we ease
Artistically in a midst of me
I'm mystically and magical
The weight I form the group
Makes a move I mean cause my shit is like classical
It blows my mind and I know
This new diamond I quote
It's worth about a mil ticket
Baby is ya down to come get it?
Cause my seat is unoccupied
West coast livin' is you down to ride?
We can take ya to the spot maybe,
But it's hot baby
From the bottom all the way to the top, baby
You with the boss dogg, that it is
See I'm bout the currency with urgency
Can ya dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
[Hook x2: Curren$y]
And my niggas
And my bitches
I'm on my shit right now
How is ya?
A nigga dressed like we finna take pictures
Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
I got my mind on that take over
Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
Because that money ain't gonna wait for us
Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
And I'm loaking, pretty bitch on the passenger side ridin' sun roof open
Shes supplying what I'm smokin'
Wanna fuck with us
Keep them tree crumbled up
Walk up in the club
Make them lanes one cuff
Champ on chill
E-z widers, double stuffed
Trust
And believe it ain't about the youngin' if don't evolve his mother fuckin' cheese
I ain't bring no ends to spin
Never kept a knot up in my pocket
Better clock a couple thousand 'fore I get up in the win
These niggas are losing their need of wins
Yo bitches is choosin' her need of friends
I'm livin' this movie so bring a lens
Runnin through loads of weed and gin cause niggas know what I'm bout
Flyin' out
[Hook x2: Curren$y]
And my niggas
And my bitches
I'm on my shit right now
How is ya?
A nigga dressed like we finna take pictures
Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
I got my mind on that take over
Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
Because that money ain't gonna wait for us
Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Chicks who sound funny when they speak English
Still recognize the bomb when they hear it
She so ain't on them other niggas
Marga and balls them shits ain't for this nigga
Higher them a mug
Ain't nothing what up with us
Paper planes mane
We don't allow blunts in the car
Tell the valet to pull over ma truck
Exit stage right the last thing they seen was the tail lights
I'm gettin' toasted high
Gettin' my bread right
Hustlin'
Stackin'
Fucking some of the baddest bitches and travelin'
Niggas used to think I was crazy
Now they see my new whip and be like yo that shit crazy
Get off my shit leave the room for the flyest
The jets and this bitch leave the room with yo wife
Get off my shit leave room the for flyest
[Verse 1: Young Chris]
(Chyeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Gunna! (Sail on!)
Shit was all good while it lasted
But I can't keep on? flowing?
As long as the fiends keep on itchin'
Nigga, the grams keep on sellin'
(That's right!)
Bottom of the roost
From the heart of North Philly
To the top of Hollywood
Model bitches, Cali-good
I got something that they need
That they want
I'm the supplier, shorty
Low numbers on them pretty bitches
And it's FIRE!
Ghetto be my prior
I be the one that they admire
Home of the flier
I gotta become a retire
It's a rap!
I got it from here
Yes I solemnly swear
This is a global introduction, a hottest premiere
Been the fuzziest year
Staring out of my rear
Fuck the pussy police!
We got shotties to air
Never dead body, a pair
Paid a pussies a visit
Never mind being tense
Never fuck a statistic
Never disappearance, and nobody know why he did it
It's just the code of this shit
And we live it
Curren$y kick it
(Uh kick it)
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah!
One of the masters of the drug flow
Anti-club dress code
I just ignore those
Narnia lions, different dimensions in my wardrobe
Bankin' on the outside of the box like a barcode. (Sail on!)
Like a seven-foot sinna
Spitta don't gotta cross ova
I just stay in the lane
Show off dunks and hang
From my goals obtained
Planes boarded
So I was already soarin'
You smell it in my clothes
Mixed with cologne by Ralph Lauren
Spitta missin'
You lookin' for him?
Take a number nigga
Never home
Gotta call me on the yacht
Floatin' out
Bottles poppin' before I left the dock
Who is that?
In the Vinny Jack?
Bumpin' super cat?
XJ 12
Soft top, retractable shell
Parking near the boat launch in Paris
Spending french bread
Nigga croissants
I got a flow that you can sail on
Yeauh!
[Hook: {Curren$y}]
Sail on, Julia! (Yea, yep. They look up to jets nigga, now what they doin?)
Without the fears of ghosts. (Wondering if they-)
Sail on, Julia! (Crookin' their necks and they lookin' up to the JETS.)
Without the fears of ghosts. (From the mansion to the yacht deck.)
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
(Uh)
Spitta is chillin'
Jeans, paper, denim
Milk and Oreos with the double stuffed filling
On the internet
Ordering another engine
For the lavender Chevy
With the suede gray innards
Seen niggas go insane trying to get it
The thought process of a first place winna
JETS nigga!
We enter the dragon, got
Bruce Lee in the go-yard
My lethal kicks cause damage
Vaca. Puff Sour Diesel in the hammy
They hated on it
Said that it could never happen
I waited on em
As my plan was bein mastered
Have patience cause the best is the last laughin'
Slashing, dancing, through my defenders
No look passin'
Bitches in the rapture love my rappin' with a passion
And I'm
New Orleans fliest
Do rewind this
The JETS get the highest
(Uh)
[Hook:]
Sail on, Julia!
Without the fears of ghosts
Sail on, Julia!
Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
Uh, Raps I buss em
Problems with my life dont 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
Don't you see the future
That's ahead of me
And wish that it was cease to be
Buzz and cruise until it became a bang
Jet planes in the building
Bitch we do our thang
Who the main manuveur
The coup in vancouver
Canadian niggas is speakin
The fly language
I'm partially famous
Popularity gaining
They wondering when I blow
Am I gunna lose my other ground
So, the answer is hell no
I'm definatley maintaining
I'm way to G
The other niggas do their thang
But them niggas aint me
Wear what you can't buy
That's why I'm what they can't be
Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
So Blown Awayyy, Blown Awayyy
(hehehe) Just Blown Awayyy
Woke something up
Mama what's the smoke in here
Sneak in here and wink
Temps I never bought a pair
Out of dress clothes
Still getting in there
Girlfriend now rolling like a wheelchair
Him breathin THC
I buying
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 talk as shallow
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 hearin jive 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
Aint 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
Acknowledged, Professional driver
On a closed circuit
Monster beats got Nascar spitta
On them tracks perfect
Cryin 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 free
[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
It's been a minute let me get with it as I roll up
Niggas been waiting on trade like what's the hold up
My only mission in life was to blow up they ask what I throw up
You know what I rep and I'm one of the best
Supervillian in the building I'm clearly a threat
Been doing this here for a minute considered a vet
A lot of niggas want me to fail cause they know that I'm next
That's damn near I'm possible this game ain't got rid of me yet
I fell of and I crawled and regaining my steps
This time around I'm ma give all till I'm gaspin for breath
I stay silent on a lot of shit quiet is kept
But I don't know too many niggas with silent success
So I write it all down to get it off my chest
The weed we break it all down to get off the stress
Niggas hate (fuck em) cause they know that we the best
It ain't my fault I do this shit breakin a sweat
[Chorus: x2]
I'm just laid back chillin posted
Living like a villian mostly
High off this purple shit
No lie I'm flyin I'm so roasted
Money bitches
Bring them thru my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster
[Curren$y:]
The more I smoke the smaller the doobie get
They takin shots at the jets on some john woo movie shit
All blanks I'm unscaved untouched on my way to the bank wtf
For tryna play spitta you shall forever remain with out a name
Lames know what I claim
Upset they all throw up my set from the sunroof of my car
Seats butter boogets
Bitches crumbling nuggets I'm feeling lovely and blessed
Tribeca and bubbies I'm enjoying a lemon press not that minute made crap
They squeeze these lemons they selves
The hearts of women melt
When trilla lyrics are felt
Olympic swimming in bitches Micheal slash leon phelps
High bread weed money tree slang for dummies
Get it crackin like lobsters ice vodka in the bouns bubblin
[Chorus x2]
[Young Roddy:]
Before the record deal yeah they said I couldn't get it
My homie farris told me you couldn't hustle for a livin but
That rich or poor the money had a nigga driven
In words of my nigga stan I was buggin for a minute but
Look how the tables turned they still spinnin
The homie flew me from canada n-y city yeah
My uncle told me let the sky be the limit
I was cool where the kid in the kitchen knew was a chemist yeah
In fourth grade momma told me make pennies
So it's money in my bank account and money in my denims yeah
In high school them girls used to blow me kisses
But it's money over bitches ridin ya'll about is bengees uh
Shout out to spitta they where south like fed d-r
Let's hit the chi where the weather much windy but
But me I'm from the dirty the dingy the south
Where everywhere we at we smoking out
[Intro: Curren$y]
This is revenge
Like when them Russians caught Alonzo at the red light
No bullets, just pens
No machine guns, just machine lipped rims
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my... grind
Fool
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
And as the game rotate, and my name grows bigger
How many bitches want, not many bitches won't
I know you think your bitches don't, but I know what she did last summer
Scream for me when I touched her
Chevy man, though lately had my eyes on the Cutlass
Fitna say fuck it, call Mousa
Tell him cop it, give it to my brotha
Sticky trees I sit under, Tryna stay cool
Big city lights hotter than a muhfucka
Tuesday I'm SoCal, Wednesday it's Calcutta
Socks up, stock rising
Kief Catcher Spitta grinding
Higher than my fitted riding
And if I showed you where I live, you would think that I was hiding
Can't call it a neighborhood, I ain't living by nobody
Applying for statehood, make my footprint in geography
Spreading my monopoly, and plus nobody I know got killed
In New Orleans today, I got cash put away and some more on the way
Yeah
[Hook 1: Curren$y]
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
This the life we want nigga you only live it once
Uh, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my... grind
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my... grind
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
Uh, player shit, you niggas still cuffin
If I wanted her back, nigga I'd be still fuckin
Yeah, and I see niggas tryna rap like us
Watch the video, then try to act like us
I know we make this shit look easy
Do a show out in Brooklyn, when I just left the Easy
With my nigga Spit-Spitta, girls tryna get us
Tell her I be comin back, you best be doin all them sit ups
Don't take me to the airport cryin girl, get up
She don't want me to leave when I'm with her
I tell her I'm the nigga that she need, not a needy ass nigga
The game don't get any realer
I just want the red outside, black stripes like Thriller
I'm in Miami bumpin Trilla
I got dope on the low, but I'm not a dope dealer
The feds blockin like the Steelers
I let my fitted sit high, cause I am really on my grind
Katt Williams flow, bitch this pimpin all the time
You singin ass rap niggas simpin all the time
Fuckin up the game, niggas fuckin up my name
You don't want no money, just fame
They ask me how I'm doin, shit I really can't complain
Sippin champagne, and tryin to get everything I want
Yellin oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
[Hook 2: Dom Kennedy]
Uh, uh, I'm yellin
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Yeah, Yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Can't play the backfield no more
I just don't...belong...own
Member of a fly society
Styles I got several varieties
As a child this guy memorized
Scarface in its... Motherfucka you knoww
For all of the bitches I
Might take home
Spray my shirt down
Dolce & Gabbana cologne
Comin down like my homeboys
From Houston
Got my celly on silent
I'm ignorin my phone
Diamonds, Diamonds on my band
Cause that's right where they belong
Like a trumpet or some symbols
Or a set of trombones
Your bitch chose to roam
In a Spitta zone
Now your drunk watchin E.T.
Wishing she phone home
But deep in your heart
You knowin she wont
Cause I'm a different type of nigga
And that's just what she wants
Groundbreaking, Dr. Jay's first dunk
Stealing bases Willie Mays I'm gone
Can't play the backfield no more
I just don't think that's where I belong
I do better on my own
Swag crucial, Honestly
It gotta be cause niggas that
You listenin to probably
Stole his style from me
Bitter, neva, I come up with
Something betta, have to catch
An elevator all the way up to my level
Playin Metal Gear Solid
On the playstation 3 for 6 hours
My girl in the bedroom sleeping
I'm not tired, I would call over
A couple of my pilots
But them niggas loud, they dont
Know how to be quiet
Shorty gonna wake up and come up
In here wildin, hollerin like Keisha did
Tommy, If you aint see Belly
You dont nothin about it
What else can you tell me
But my flow so polished
Took it up a notch with the rhymin
Trynna bury spitta in the grave
At the bottom, climed up out it
Knock you in the same hole and
Stand on top it
Consistent flow, Currensy the hot-spitta
Stay so on topic
Other niggas lost they need to see
The golden compass
Brother I'm a boss like Ross
Spitta nigga hot like sauce
At the And One game breakin
Motherfuckas off
I had a good job I thought
But I couldnt get along with the
People in charge I grab my timecard
Punched out, I'm off
Soft-spoken but a nigga not soft
Not at all real niggas stand tall
For something
Make sure I don't fall for nothing
In this game, it's pain for
The up and coming
No handouts cause
Niggas don't owe you nothing
Gotta do it for dolo
Flashbacks to the conversation
Took place between Faith and Monolo
The world chico and everything in it
I said it, I meant it
I get it, I spend it
Comfortable living till a motherfucker finished
If I'm in it then you know it's not kidding
If I'm in it know it got a nice engine
You could be a mile away
And still hear it
That's classic american muscle
Stole my bitches numbers and a ipod shuffle
I call her over to cut her
You call her over to cuddle
Knock youself out boy
You can't knock my hustle
I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Labels offering checks
For a million bucks
Ask Roddie if he thought
A million was enough
He said yes cause he can
Hit the streets and triple it up
I'm a member of a fly society
Styles I got several varieties
As child this guy memorized
Scarface in it's entirety
'80s drug era inspired me
That's why I dress how I dress
Walk how I walk
That's why I rep what I rep
Talk how I talk
Two rope chains both of them gold
I got a swagga like I just came home woah
I'm a member of a fly society
Styles I got several varieties
As child this guy memorized
Scarface in it's entirety
'80s drug era inspired me
That's why I dress how I dress
Walk how I walk
That's why I rep what I rep
Talk how I talk
Two rope chains both of them gold
I got a swagga like I just came home woah
Where haven't we been yet (Where haven't we been yet)
Motherfucka You Know
Whack niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble
Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
You were cool ten years ago, your fucking legs bubble
Brand new tires
Rollin down the same old strip new party same old chicks
I'm so sorry
If I don't look happy to be here
In your lable office cause they said I can't smoke weed here
Man fuck it I'm out black on
Than I'm bout it fool
I got a studio in my house
Along with some the perks
That come with my work
Thirty-twenty something sleepin in my diamond supplied shirt
There is not a adjective to describe how I work
Hard is not enough brother I'm tougher
Whack niggas sleepin with that rappin and woke up in trouble
You was cool ten yours ago your fucking legs bubbles, bubble
You gotta now when to hold em now when to fold em
Learn how to roll with the punches
Take em to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
If it anit the jets then it anit nothing
Yo the king closed his cloak
The set was overful
Such a excellent moment
So emotional
He rushed out on the field
So devoted for
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
Glory overload
Hold up hold my coat
Please remeber this day
This changes everything we can do anyting
So you show anyway
My momma told me was always call a spade a spade
Be like chuck d never be like flavor flav, but that clock around his neck is so fly and the way he complimentin chuckie with that bow tie flow make me feel high so
I'm goin spit it my way excuse me as I do me crusin rudely down the high way
I'm young black intelligent elagent blaza
Back to the thesis
To to shooting kraps and talking smack to the polices
Back to black and gold valleys
Dit knees with the creases
Pullin youngin by the coattails
Schoolin em who the beast is
I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh
I pray my heart is dmc and rev run enough
Cause I'm a throw my number up
I'm a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
And summon up the thunder what?
The voodoo man is coming bro
Can't see the forest full of trees
It's okay, I got my jigsaw and my jumbertruck
Tell them boys their run is up
The king rose his and spoke
The set was overful
Such a beautiful moment
So emotional
They cried out on the field
So devoted for
Whole team champion they went postal cold
Power overload
Hold up hold my coat
Please remeber this day
This changes and so you show anyway
[Hook x2: 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
[Verse 1: Dom]
Clicquot, hope you hoes is all legal
I take the most thickest and leave the rest with my people
Guns kill niggas and her 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 goes for me. I put that on the 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 really 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 'em
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 choked out
When the plane land, that mean Spitta in here smoked 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
[Verse 2: 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 over to the crib
I didn't drive over here, not drinking and driving
Tish brought me... aite...
Sand in my Nike Cortez, beach front home
Cause I was stacking and playing the back, all along
Niggas is dead over raps gone over songs
I'm rolling something Herculean
Trees 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
Versace Medusa, I get
Highed up 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
Straining your eyes cause we satellite high
In 1997, I dreamt about riding around in Porsche 911's
Now I'm plotting, opening a car lot to sell em
My bottom bitch saw it all go down
Yeah, Jet Life
Jet Set none the less
Uh huh
[Verse 1: Trademark da Skydiver]
I'm talking oceans in the back
Front reserved for Porsche's
Highed up, focused on my fortunes
A real G I'm try'na ball
I want it all, fuck a portion
Money in my pockets more stacks than a fortress
Up early everyday I'm try'na flip
I need more of it
Gotta get it now
Will I see tomorrow I ain't sure of it
Overdue, it's bout that time
I deserve a lick
I'm try'na see something slick
I really came form nothing though
Still I stand tall
Pockets thick fitted sittin low
Twisting with my chick out the man in front of getting gold
She ain't a gold digger but love her Daddy get this dough
Real nigga's hear it in my words
Plus my actions show
Nothing less I'm a jet so I'm sendin threats
To these suckers hating on my name cause I'm next
Protected by the planes
JLR, family crest
Mama fall back form them lames and fly with the best
[Chorus:]
Yeahh
Get paid, get paid
Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Never underestimate the other guys greed
Game given from a snake indeed
I still take heat
Keep the force with you stuck adhesive
Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it
Baby girl we the people
We lose them dudes
Your homegirl and them cool
We making moves like when throwback rap albums had in to lose
We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie to bring them instrumentals through
Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars
I did it partner
Too much of a scholar
To ever live in squalor
Scissors beat paper unless we talking bout them paper dollars
I'm in there like I live there
What took you so long baby girl
I been here
Try'na lose your man he a square huh
I don't even know if it's fair ma
Fuck it though you livin in the same world I'm in
Dirty money makers spend
[Chorus:]
Yeahh
Get paid, get paid
Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
I hustle hard till I'm dead
I'm never locked behind bars
I'm jet member we live by a different set of laws
Roddy trap hard ain't no time for fuckin off
It's a scary game but I'm not scared
Not at all
I'm hoping that this high don't ever come down and fall
Cause some days where we know we way tougher than them all
Still spitting these trill bars free of charge
And them niggas don't give a fuck they cold hearted
That's cold blooded
Specially in New Orleans
Just try'na make it out this maze that I've been lost in
I rep my set from the stage to the coffin
School of hard knocks I learn to read between the margin
But real shit so many problems I deal with
And I thank God for Mary Jane that good piff
But I won't quit stackin my bread counting my chips
I double count my paper and then I dip
Jets fool
I bet I do
[Chorus:]
Yeahh
Get paid, get paid
Featuring: Curren$y
Verse:
Ugh, I call my brother sun cause he shine like, noon time, Alaska on the turn pipe.
Maneuvering mine GT5, my nerves is ice.
I wouldn't change none of it in hind sight.
Believe this, because if i wouldn't have been that then I would be this.
Inspiration for niggas who out there chasing that paper.
Walkin the walk and runnin over them haters.
Outlander in charge, that conversation is dead.
Because i'm leaving for the loot, and you weren't talking no bread bitch.
Cake all layerish, playa all himalayerish.
Got the 420 vision.
Rollin doobies up, rollin doobies up, up in the incision.
My rockin furnishes, projection screen built in m ceiling.
I spit the picture so vivid because i'm really living, this JET life.
Tennis shoes and tuxedos
Them other fools ain't fly, they fucking mosquitoes
Don't work they just cryin, whine, fuckin pino greco you need to get on your grind
Stack a stack of dead people that have done some presidential time.
For that cash I have brought a claim tag, this is mine.
Fuck you doin with that, dope
Featuring: Curren$y
Yeah, cut the beat on, the coolest nxgga ever just walked in the room
Cut the heat on, minutes after the call, I remove factory socks, and put brand new sneaks on .
....needs... flow . I'm talkin' bout the C... , holmes.
Castin' lines, while pinnin' bitches at the same time,
Visuals, but you can hear em' doe .
Spit shit you would think unimaginable .
Then makin' tangible, .. the tour is a grab & go.
Hustle hard, homeboy, my family know.
Uh, rarely seen, they know I'm married to my dream.
So in love with the dream, that my bitch everyday threatens to leave,
The only thing that is left for me is to suggest that she do what she please,
[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
[Intro]
They ain't high as us
Niggas lying to ya
They ain't high as us
There's more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I'm still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it's only us, dog
Niggas ain't high as us
Lying to ya
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, undetected by radar
Close circuit track, endurance laps, race cars
You niggas just say y'all
Doing that shit, I been into it nigga, play ball
Junior varsity don't want no parts of me, triple O
I just drive like that to protect my rims, I ain't slow
Tell me it's 'bout a check, you'll see how fast it go
That drug dealer flow, George Gervin, ice cold
Finger roll with that pen, I turn that paper into gold
Axl Rose through the bowls in my Rolls
Through the concrete you see a rose still rose
Counted up a million dollars 'fore that sun rose
Spitting game for the Range, dropping tracks for the racks
In the booth of the crib with the boat docks in the back
With them automated gates, remote control's in my lap
'84 riding, I did that for my lifers
[Hook]
Yea, uh
It's more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I'm still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it's only us, dog
(Way out here)
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Way out here, you can feel the ambiance
Hundred thousand dollar, these bottles of Dom Pérignon
Keep the? you popped your cherry on
White CL Benz, ? I throw my cherries on
I think about money yea a lot of money
I'm speaking lotto money, Abu Dhabi money
Same old stoner, yea I'm blowing loud
You can grow weed but I can exhale and grow a cloud
You ain't real high, you mid-level
Smoking on that shit we let the kids peddle
I made a couple M's off what them kids peddle
Speak on my name wrong, bet you see them kids' metal
Blast for me, is a blasphemy
Say the realest nigga alive, I think you asked for me
I'm jet-setting with my nigga Spitta
[Verse:]
I'm not new to this
I grew in this
Jet pimpin 420 vision maneuvering
Not injured though limping when I walk
That's that max julien who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing him
I like my chicks speedy bag mini coopering
Karmalooping shit
I could use you bitch
I see something in you
We could blow up like time bombs
If you got a open mind
We could poke for a moment
But not now
Ya homie tryna do a lil bit more for you ma
So it would be behoove you to play it cool
Fake quality time with dude
Laugh at his jokes cause he far from broke
Fleece him for his dough
Order some equipment for us put it in tha studio
But we not sure who he know
So we gotta keep it on tha low
Keep him in tha blind and you can sneak out err night
[Intro: Wale]
We blessed to be here
It's a blessing for you to be here with us
MMG shit, Jet Life, BOA, f-ck y'all
What it look like
My n-ggas fly n-ggas, this is Jet Life
For the occasion, paper planes
[Hook: Wale]
Look, what it look like
My n-ggas fly n-ggas, this is Jet Life
Yea!
Look, now roll my J tight
... what they like
Yea! Yea!
[Verse 1: Wale]
Paris SB's make these n-ggas catch seizures
Foam game shitting on Irish Springs and Lever
Ha! I'm more cleaver, clever
Weather any weather, nobody doing it better
Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket I'm Gilligan
Ain't no Skipper but all my bitches is Ginger hair
My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds
Double M G forever though
Money got me pulling strings, I got that Geppetto dough
Always in them better clothes, I be with them better hoes
No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose
Meaning aroused, I'm sorry I'm not too good with vowels
I got a thousand bitches, I'm not too good with vows
We in Spitta Ferrari, brand new Tiffanys on me
The f-ck what PBS premiering, I'm addicted to Barney's
That's G shit, I be bumping Fiend shit
And I'm on a roll, you would think they giving me a X
Wordplay like a muf-cker
I'm Durant at the Rucker, your woman's a perfect jumper
Wetter than a swish and I never miss
Get her at her delicates and I ain't gotta tell her shit
Put it on whatever bitch, me and Spitta high as shit
Rex Ryan on these hoes, Jet Life forever bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
The engine in back of my car
I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog
Mainstream cheese but I ain't acting like y'all
Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots
I'm in Dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage
Four door carriage with the V8 S badges
I'm in the mirror of the Panamera
Looking at them haters crammed in the Dodge Stratus
Can't keep up, get your liters in order
4.8, interior custom, leather suede borders
Not mine, I'm with Wale, I'm just a tourist on the set
Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
I get mine and I bounce like a bad check
You smell the ounce, I ain't even in ya house yet
We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out
After your hoes leave the Jets' hangout
Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out
But I'm in every real n-gga Cutlass in the parking lot of the Wing Stop bumping
So f-ck it, I'm platinum in the streets
I never gave a f-ck and that's what they love
She just wanna f-ck, homie just want her
Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
And baby girl can't get enough - fill her up
(Jet life)
White carpet in my star face house
No one to gon dis on my scar faced spouse
My IV the twisted reefer and delivering that dough
To the front door like a piece of carrying her own
Always financially she don't need me
She is just in love with a real nigger continuously weedin
At my under closed location my grow space is reading up on vintage V12 engines
and the greatest strains this season
and I grind for that very reason
the toxic air that I'm breathin a leave an average man weakened
watermarks still on the houses as i drive by
crack the soundproofs let a cloud out it
trill shit
Next time I vacate I'm bringing all my cars on a plane with me
Lor' see the same we gonna make it an' show our folks how to make them millions
Grapplin' hooks scaleing the building rap with no hooks I'm high hows you feelin'
Captin hook wild'n in the ceiling though no stealin that shit heard i know the feeling
these niggas a borrowin yo style like you wasn't about to go do nuttin with it
That's why I only kick it with real niggas like Dom Kennedy
and people I ain't got to name cuz they was probly here gettin high wit me
If you don't know where to put it at than I'll ride wit it
There I try to lose you in the system for some weed in my city
In the heart aint no love or no pity
Looking for charity that dog don't hunt don't come in the woods with it
[Spitta:]
Lames can't feel us we catch flights jet life jet life
[Verse 1:]
Uhh I got a girlfriend and a mistress
7 chevys in my driveway I'm so hood rich
Before I leave the town this what I told my bitch,
I bought that benz for you so you don't touch my oldschool shit
I hustle hard they no what my focus is spitta be so high up his ex girlfriends can't get ova him
Call me all the time like we should go somewhere and chill baby you should get somewhere way the fuck away from here
This is jet life this how you want to live
Got one bottle in yo section all your homies scared to sip
Our cups is ova runnin we got buckets of it bitch
Pinky rings and thumbs your girl is dyin to run
I got some room fo her, brake lights on my coupe fo her, scooped her, screwed her, then threw her back to you once there's no use fo her
[Hook:]
I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what the fuck you thank all day ery day it ain't a fuckin game them suckers arms don't reach high enough to touch the planes see roddy that's my ma fuckin nigga we stuff them joints with killa till they look like broken fingas ridin round throwin jets up at them bitches they blowin back kisses cause we winnin
[Verse 2:]
Selfmade you just affiliated
I chuckle at your lil money fuckin funny papers
Space case volcano digi vapors
Lookin down at my watch it's like I'm flyin ova vegas
She workin them tables
No waiter, painted toes topless for them dollars get to the crib and count up on the flo
Jets down south hustlin work to the colonel
Independent slangin records bitch that's where I learned it
Red light car show corner turner
11 second quarter mile no nos burner
Suckers lost in the sauce as the world turnin
Fools can't do nuttin got that jet life insurance
[Hook:]
I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what the fuck you thank all day ery day it ain't a fuckin game them suckers arms don't reach high enough to touch the planes see roddy that's my ma fuckin nigga we stuff them joints with killa till they look like broken fingas ridin round throwin jets up at them bitches they blowin back kisses cause we winnin
[Verse 3:]
Might not make this interview phones off door shut
Sleepin off that o I smoked
Wake me when more weed rolled up
Do I got that good? sho nuff
Yo girl wanna kiss my chucks
Ho let me n mikey rocks pound out now she lookin for chuck
Whole life pedal mashed
Prayin god won't let me crash
No I'm slippin askin for forgiveness steady sinnin damn
All I am is just one man tryna smoke as best
I can keep a bitch that's I'll at makin bongs out empty soda cans
Rollin man over them
I'm so cold I'm polar bearin
All on these tracks
I love the fact they hatin that
Laker sacks, boston packs cold words for my doja
Told u once before the dialog the pilot smoke don't no her uh uh
[Hook:]
I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what the fuck you thank all day ery day it ain't a fuckin game them suckers arms don't reach high enough to touch the planes see roddy that's my ma fuckin nigga we stuff them joints with killa till they look like broken fingas ridin round throwin jets up at them bitches they blowin back kisses cause we winnin
[Verse 4:]
Slept on like a beach towel
Haters lookin at em now paper stackin ain't, no braggin I could buy us each a vowel
66 impalas leanin like italy lil pisa tower
Beat the beat the jets and the producers some condolance flowers
Time in incriments of money, not in seconds or hours
No matter what you losers do it's gone come second to ours
Gray skull power put the smash on them cowards
Skeletors, scary whores ain't ready for my metaphors
Think my flow need betty ford
Slurred words, twisted verbs
Influenced by magic herbs
Gee how I attach those words?
See me gliddin so drexler
Finger roll perfect for sure
Check the score we on the board
Chairman shit I own the board
[Hook:]
Some of the good things that weed can do... PSA lemme start shootin a fuckin commercial... JETS in the house! YEAH!
I'm so cold with it the potency of the beat is consistent with the fact that Mos (def) did it, prolific not shaken or stirred in the presence of those niggaz, herbs, they only after your bread them fuckin birds, you think they like your haircut fair enough, live your life partna, guess I could keep these 2 cents in my pockets, add that to these under ground rap dollars, refused the majors and stayed real I kept my promise, rolled Bambus in the Bahamas mama, it's either that or them strawberry-coladas, X-Box web browser, download an updated NBA roster, play an 82 game season, condo full of snacks, Spitta not leavin, off brand muthafuckaz, odd numbered, you are not even on my level write that sickness, ink pen sneezin, Yancey Thigpen can't catch me sleepin, you ear-hustlin muthafuckas and I'm eatin, creepin with your side bitch, hope I don't get caught cheatin, New Orleans this mornin, New York in this evenin, squintin they eyes at shit they can't see him, fly as a hive buzzin, the buzz can't be him, illegible letters in my ledger they can't read 'em, smilin' money pilin' I'm cheeseN', odometer broken I ain't know that I was speedin, fast lvin slow gin for these bitches, I got that gang from my Pittsburgh nigga, SV Diablo '96 wings lift, Daniel-san Crane kick, WAHHHH!
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
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
It's 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 ur friends to me
(Chorus)(sung)
Ahhh
This is the life.
Break down, then roll up.
This is the life.
Ahhh (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 I'm 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 that's 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
Ahhh
This is the life.
Break down, then roll up.(lames catch feelings)
This is the life.
Ahhh
This is the life.
Poolside, on rooftops (Jets count millions)
Cars I drive
My name is in the streets
My name is in the streets
My name is my name
It's a war goin on outside
So I got bulletproof glass on the cars I drive
Roll by and I catch broads eyes
But I ignore em and I keep on goin
Got the Mobb Deep bangin and my a/c blowin
Niggas on they last legs and they wounds is open
So I'm on em like sharks smellin blood in the ocean
Hot Spitta I'm a seasoned vet
What's fucked up is I haven't dropped an album yet
But I don't cry over spilled milk
Clean up the mess
Get a glass
And refill my shit
Nigga mad cause his girlfriend fill my shit
He gettin a call
And talk loud all through the song
Make sure she can't hear my shit
My California homies told me that I spit
Vish and I belong on the top 10 list
These original Jordans
These ain't retros slick
You lil niggas betta learn your kicks
Can't tell when she lyin
Betta learn your bitch
Said she was with her girl
But she at my crib
Well the truth she ain't lyin to you
She is with her girl
But her girl over here too
And we ain't doin nothin but fuckin
And tryna come up with a recipe for weed rice crispie treats
I'm the rapper your favorite rapper be happy to meet
Swagga never can be unraveled
I'm tight as can be
Ask god to keep haters away from me
Tryna live all my days sucka free
Got the next generation lookin up to me
My influence ain't that hard to see
I'm bringin New Orleans back
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...
Featuring: Curren$y
[Intro]
Looking for someone down the line
But no one will be there to see ya through
Fuck all y'all
[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 rain
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 piece 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 rats 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
Ride Chevy ride by to cross the Bridge of Terabithia.
Skills I was born with but I can try teachin ya.
Drought just from the clouds homie hope they reachin ya.
The one they turnin up their speakers for.
It's undeniable that I'm liable to own the world as I'm entitled fool.
Get it right all I need is a try or two.
If I was you I'd only do what I wanted to do,
And tell them other niggas kick rocks, yeah.
Park my jet at the end of the block
G-Shock matchin' my Argyle socks.
This year when the ball drop in my heart I knew
This was no time to let suckas knock me out for my loot.
Take me off of my roof. I'd be a damn fool I Mapquested it
It's right at my next exit, shit.
Catch my bread I'm right back in this shit.
Protect my neck homie only in myself do I invest.
Only in your hands does your fate really rest,
But you could leave it to another man be my guest.
Could never survive in my shoes homie not a step.
Cause I move with those of whom you are scared to death.
Sucka ass niggas ain't rappin that real.
Ya'll should be members of the Screen Actors Guild.
Bitches see their reflections when they look in my wheel,
But they never get to do it cause I can't keep still.
Pedal to the metal smell the rubber when I peel.
Before I get on the beat the beat write it's own will.
Trees in the grinder, the battles on chill.
[Chorus:]
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out
Put them bottles on ice while
I'll roll another one up
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Come through with that killer weed
Alfred Hitchcock in the zip lock
Zig Zags and a Jones soda
Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop
Scratch off, AC on
Windows up, new shit playin'
What you sayin? Nathan
Dollar signs my only language,
Fluently speak it
And reject fools comin' in my lane with that weak shit,
That's how I keep it
The game in my pocket like a Nintendo DS
I left my last one on the jet
I got mistakes I make
So I don't lay down till the sunrise
[Chorus:]
We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that's why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out (run out)
Put them bottles on ice while
I'll roll another one up
[Verse 2: Mikey Rocks]
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm in a fire twips (Twips)
High as hell (Man...)
I'm try'na nail
We can leave, find your cell
Lock my number in like you're takin it for hostage
Try'na put you on the game
Maybe you should watch it
They takin' trips to asp.
And flyin' kites all in the tropics
Watch the Pistons against the Bulls
On the floor with the mascot
Dancin', fly as Helly Hansons on our shoulder blades,
And we tip the waiter good
You can keep the change,
That's Italian go there
I'm born if you peep the change
I keep a little reefer in my sneaker
If we need the flame,
Drink until I gotta piss
Damn I got a lot of chicks
Take another sip of what I'm drinkin'
[Curren$y:]
Ray Leather on my Hoosiers
Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda
Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo
Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin' fruit loops
Homie who yo hero, who taught you yo moves
Zzzzz's in my limo, woke up in my hotel room
Hoe's jus followin' they noses, to my door it's
No joke momma jus roll this
You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight
You gone get yo turn, on the doobie bitch jus wait
No beginner luck, comin' from me this is jus fate
Because I had fate certain
I can make it shake, like turbulence
Sweet sugar babies all sleepin' in my nursery
Walkin', suckas go to shufflin', nervously
Won't stop til I reside at the top permanently
Twenty-One joints burnin' for me
[Hook:]
And if you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let yo paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay yo fuckin' beeper bill bitch
[Nesbey Phips:]
This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet
I guess it is hah?, cause I'm in first class makin' beats
Sippin cranberry, no liquor
Deboard the plane, hoe's stop me for a picture, I ain't trippin'
Even tho I'm a fall back nigga
But that's how it is, when yo crew on buzz
People do show love
Fall thru, and all my town niggas do roll bud
But leave them blunts in yo car, cause we don't do those cause
That's a mean pair of kicks, kudos love
Now she, cookin' me breakfast after lustin' me for dinner
Figure she won't lose cause she fuckin' with a winner
I told her game over to reset press enter
[Hook]
[Curren$y:]
Mission Impossible completed
Obstacles are obstacle illusions, we don't really see 'em
They put rules in place cause y'all need 'em
Some people are like sheep
I got no mercy for the weak
Especially when niggas next to me, ain't ready to eat
I put 'em in position to get them, I'm gettin' me
Louisana traveler twistband
Lookin for my music, is bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand
Kawasaki ninja on the kickstand
Any minute I'm Audi
Like 4 rings, true and engineering ya got me
Bitches longin' to be by me
Hypnotic karate
Talk that dress right off of her body
She so wet, she soggy
From these verbal massages, highed up
Astrologist, smokin' with yo goddesses
Swore that I would do all of this
