• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• She Don't Want A Man - Currensy
• Privacy Glass - Currensy
• Still - Currensy
• She's On My Mind - Currensy
• Role Model - Currensy
• Rain Delay - Currensy
• That Ain't Right - Currensy
• Success Is My Cologne - Currensy
• Smoke Break - Currensy
• Showroom - Currensy
• Scottie Pippen - Currensy
• Run Dat Shit - Currensy
• Reset - Currensy
• Raps & Hustles - Currensy
• The Candy Lady's Crib - Currensy
• That's The Thing - Currensy
• Televised - Currensy
• Summer Reading List - Currensy
• Soundtrack To Success - Currensy
• Smoke Sumthin (remix) - Currensy
• Skybourne - Currensy
• Silence - Currensy
• Blood, Sweat & Gears - Currensy
• Seat Change - Currensy
• Scaling The Building - Currensy
• Sail On - Currensy
• Blown Away - Currensy
• Roasted - Currensy
• Real Estates - Currensy
• Reagan Era - Currensy
• The Day - Currensy
• Hennessy Beach - Currensy
• Get Paid - Currensy
• Full Metal - Currensy
• Frosty - Currensy
• You See It - Currensy
• Woh - Currensy
• What's What - Currensy
• What It Look Like - Currensy
• Ventilation - Currensy
• Twistin Stank (hard In The Paint Freestyle) - Currensy
• Breakfast - Currensy
• Top Of The Money - Currensy
• This Is The Life - Currensy
• They Shook - Currensy
• The Type - Currensy
• Double 07 - Currensy
• The Pledge (in And Out) - Currensy
• The Hangover - Currensy
• Prioritize - Currensy

[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