Currensy You See It Lyrics

You See It Lyrics Currensy

[Verse 1 - Currensy]
Poolside, too high, with three bitches
With four lives, I’m finna deal
Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz
Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of that humble pie.
But you know I still talk my shit right
What you tryna hear when you high?
What you wish they played on the radio
At least one time? It’s cool though!
We getting major paper on the underground
You thought it was them other fools, though
It was us the whole time!
Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds
But sun do what the sun do rise
Hit the game like a Pinata tryna get a prize
Out here, riding, got me my bottom bitch
She give me the best top
A sex pistol getting shotgun in the drop
Best to wear your mittens, baby girl cause it’s getting…

[Hook - Currensy]
My top down, bitch in a bikini.
My weed lye, I know you here screamin’
I’m here now, what’s going on this evenin’
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it
Nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it

[Verse 2 - Currensy]
Cross-eyed, a few drinks
Cussing at the referee, his officiating stinks!
Spitta Andretti, I'm money on wheels
Like a Brink truck, way tough
Nigga never budge, that’s my space! What
Marvel at my stance at your girl
What she think, she can’t even respond
Cause her mind is now mine, fool
I ain't lying, let's just cross the couch
Sleeping with my shoes on just in case I have
to wake up and be out
Once again it’s on
Mama bring my bong to the game room
With nothing but some panties on
And them Bape socks that I gave you
Never once on probation but your man’s on his papers
Spendin’ them, stackin’ them, feelin’ them
Wrappin’ em, lightin’ em, never passin’ em
I rolled it up myself and I don’t remember your help
That’s how we do it now, fall through the jetset
Man, bring your ounce, this is new jack city
Baby girl rock them titties

[Hook - Currensy]
My top down, Bitch in a bikini.
My weed lye, I know you here screamin’
I’m here now, what’s going on this evenin’
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it
Nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it

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Curren$y - Cruise Life Lyrics

Curren$y Cruise Life Lyrics

Uh rap two miles for hour so everybody get a glimpse nigga
Who inside it
With my cousin g five we had out clouded
Bitches gettin stoned just some stand around it
Music turned up but the smoke..
Must be..night this mother f-cking kids
Think they f-cking with us
Think they..
They talking shit just to..
But I ain't worry bout them
I got that..prescription that they...
California prescription sound of exotic
Ridin to the hoe hypnotize my shit
Stayin the..not even tryin bitches
Not even lying nigga,
Smoking that..you ain't really had..
I would put you dime if it was such a climb
But I figure that shit with my team
'Cause I came in here with em
..thanks giving word to come..
I ain't switchin..on the mission
And defy..drivin a..
This the victory and be fronting
The club you wanna get in
I ain't even attending this maintain to my engine
See I got too many cause and if you ..
Before I must get the chance to get in em
Take em out for a while
Make sure that they're doing fine
More money, more problems this problems i don't mind
Standing outside tryin to pick which one to
Let my bitches aside appreciate my..

You never know homie

Curren$y Cruise Life Lyrics

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Curren$y Pay Attention Lyrics

Curren$y Pay Attention Lyrics

You can turn it up though

See it's coming from me
..my diamonds..now pay attention
La la la la la
See niggas coming from me
When my..when it listen that I pay attention
Hey hey

14...face on my..this is living
Suck the nigga wanna see me living
The..when they heard about the..
Damn dog I was just chillin
And lou before me
I don't wanna kill
F-ck..we gonna get it
Y'all got me twisted
F-ck roll we gonna get it
Girl got me twisted I work hard for this shit
I got it..got my..
And luie bag them sucker ain't like us
They ain't just hardly..they totally..
You can call em..like ten stories
Applause these moves i made
They got me paid, I know what it is
The life used to get turned off in my crib
Should that shit off, destroy rebuilt I'm a boss
And my life gonna get have this shit
Kind f million in the vow
Listen to the ...

Seeing niggas coming from me
And my diamonds when it glisten
Now pay attention
Yeah yeah la la la la la

I pick the witness in the rap game is..
..like this f-cking stolen
Told the man in the mirror use a f-cking cobra
Did nigga..my whole crew up
Flow cold I can make.. shiver
Haters got the tight face looking john rivers
They all upset no ..walking home with you ..when you own nigga
..nigga this spitter..my mind on the..
I'm on the road to the riches
And I plan my mirrors

Seeing niggas coming from me
And my diamonds when it glisten
Now pay attention
La la la la la la
life,

Seeing niggas coming from me
And my diamonds when it glisten
Now pay attention

Curren$y Pay Attention Lyrics

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Curren$y Ft. Sir Michael Rocks Luxury Sport Lyrics

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Curren$y Ft. Sir Michael Rocks Luxury Sport Lyrics

A lot niggas talk shit jet niggas talk rich
Buy another crib pumpin at the drive top in front of that bitch
F-ck the bitch any bitch who you want take you p
But you gonna have to take your time baby tryin taking shit
You take advice from your nigga an old G been through it ..
In the .. chevry man race and slicks and ..got your girl ..
Taking flicks champagne rain on the window circle
This is it yeah man you’re with that ..
now this ain't the only thing dope is the rhymes close the ..mane
no see on the jet that’s a ..for what the show the rose to blime ..
strape triple low like a thousand
oh don't ..down ..
niggas ain't peaceful as me not at all
sold me to the struggle they ..any ball
you try to stack the rise they ..through the foe

my ..payin tricks on me
get up boys where my rich girls twist for me
..bones on their Cadillac's they .. on me
Double ..got my girl put the tickets for me
No charge like myself quit on me
Flight ..to the mamas babies tricking on me
So .. miss and ..don't ever try to f*ck em
You see how they done em couldn’t now ..
Reason of security cameras sort coming
Might flirt with a girl but i’m married to the money
.. I'm a proud husband runnin

My Dog the God's we know the evil the ego bleeds
I'm sitting at the round table let me see no beast
If you ain’t a lot nigga you won’t eat
I won’t see your peace your name ain’t on the list
You ain’t signing that list so may your name on the whip
Go chain your .. know my dick
Play niggas be blaming me I'll blame on the combo
I don't know got some band go on the condo
She in the streets like .. in Chicago
The only time she see interests is ..
Cause gold niggas pay attention when you got dope
They say the time you figure all light ..
I know some niggas on .. so I’m writing winter
Is mister pose for the picture
my wee smell good like a rose in the switcher

We at the .. for lunch
Jump out the V with the functions
Glass boss spill with punch we killing bills at the wallet
Take a pill everybody ..I step up the crib and get out
.. round of applause boy nigga get ball
Let’s give an answer powerful man
Ain’t claps with a nigga with rats
Ain’t givin in back
Stay out the fall like i’m sitting the facts
We can snap the .. and climb inside of my ..
D with the brush guards especial the love cars
Niggas step ..what’s up

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Wiz Khalifa, Big Sean - Proceed Lyrics

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

this what dreams are made of
good weed and cold drinks
taylor, taylor, taylor
thanks for putting this together jerm!
we gon be here forever
and you aint trippin
really this high

if you offer me all the money in the world
i wouldnt trade it for my girl, my family
or the niggas that you see me riding with me outta town
or internationally, they gon fly with me, kinda fry?
rollin the papers so they get high with me
and if i decide to give this up they gon retire with me
enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me
and f-cking hater burn in hell
sippin champagne while the waiter breaking shells
niggas scream my name probably praying that i fail
the money so insane gotta weigh it on a scale
gotta weigh it on a scale?
niggas blow that, bitches know that
never touch blood, chill with us once, never go back
little homie, thats real
vvs diamonds, my stones are that ill
my watch is an audemar on smoking og till my problems gone
you try and call your man he aint got no more
probably cause i bought it all

as we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed
fast livin, i’m taking them hoes on trips
go to places they never been
i’m just gettin it how it’s supposed to be
as we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed
fast livin, i’m taking them hoes on trips
go to places they never been
i’m just gettin it how it’s supposed to be
http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/wiz-khalifa-big-sean-proceed-lyrics.html
aquafina and the bong
i’m off in that medina when i’m done
just sound the alarm, bitch top drop like mardi gras beads bein thrown
francesca you’s a mess girl, carry on
car smelling like a pound when i pull up at the avalon
pull your own weight i don’t have no time for tag-alongs
don’t know what you yapping for, stacking dough
catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches
cell phone in my pocket
my blackberry biotches
have ‘em ready, i’ll watch em, daddy back
niggas plottin’ on the jets but we got em
we just waiting to drop ‘em
they vex cause we poppin’
and them hoes ain’t worry ’bout ‘em
they sure came up
what they sayin about them boys from the bottom?
paparazzi cameras spot em
flash when you see they faces
history in the makin
i was high when i made it so i can play it for them haters

used to want a chain, now i got 6
used to want a rollie like pac now it’s on my wrist, woah
livin’ the life niggas told me was a myth (myth)
same niggas try an’ get up on my list (what)
since i started buzzin’, i got eighteen eleven cousins?
new bitches tryna join the team and old ones that i’m cutting
sky high class livin but niggas still grinding
cause i’m surrounded with the same niggas and girls since i had nothin’
now, i got signed to my idol
seen some of my favourite rappers turn rivals
‘ye told me kill em so a nigga gotta drop ‘em
peep the jesus chain he gave me since i cant keep up with bibles
no, young nigga heeding to the title
where it’s at?
thats the top man, these niggas gon recycle
what, my shit is like a b.i.g recital
but you can’t hold a real nigga down thats why i keep real niggas round

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Wiz Khalifa Weed Brownies Lyrics

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Wiz Khalifa ft Big Sean & Curren$y Weed Brownies Lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa]
Is this the top?
The top of the world?
Top floor?
There’s weed in the ashtray
It’s top-shelf
Cap!

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Riding in my Challenger
Faded off this weed brownie
Turning down the music cause the weed is loud enough already
Niggas ask about my pay
I say I keep it steady
Gripping on the wheel
Spending money like a politician
Tipping on a bill, it’s going down
Like this bitch was sitting on the hill
I keep my girlfriend in them expensive sort of heels
Furs and shit
Eat champagne and lobster cause I f-cking deserve this shit
CAP!
Niggas say I’ve got an old soul
Well, I tell them that I’m here muthaf-cka
And I made it cause my flow cold
I’ma roll some of this weed, I’ma pass it to you
Then we gon be so gone
Homie, I got papers and vaporizers
Flavors to stabilize ya
Thoroughly baked cake
Can’t say a thing and my eyes shut

[Hook]
They say they do (they do, they do…)
But they don’t know (don’t know, don’t know..)
Who we are (who we are, who we are…)
Superstars

[Verse 2 - Curren$y]
I’m outta here, stratosphere
Paper hella straight, nappy hair
Bitches seen that the kid that you was even there
When we pulled up, lit like Times Square
When we pulled up, lit like road flares
When we pulled off, them hoes disappeared
Because they know what we be doing over here
She just wanna be high in her underwear
With her iPhone plugged in the wall, power loss
Stepping out the shower
Threw her a shirt to towel off with
Of the two, one of the qualities I want in a bitch
Cause baby girl, f-ckin with me is some major shit
Failed warning, I gotta wake up to a BJ every morning
And a J while I’m yawning
Darling, I got papers and vaporizers
Flavours to stablize ya
I’m a fully baked potato
Spending my cheddar and chives
http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/wiz-khalifa-weed-brownies-lyrics.html
[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Big Sean]
Uh, I got rich nigga blood nigga
Boi, boi

I’m dedicated, hella-faded
High as hell, I’m levitating
I’m rolling up, f-ck a wheelchair
Ironically, my shit’s medicated
Your eyes closed cause you sleep
My eyes closed cause I’m meditating
I gotta go make reservations
At a real nigga destination
Two girls in the tub, that’s luxury
You disagree? That’s f-ckery!
Saying “f-ck you” cause you can’t f-ck with me
I need my dick sucked, but I’m sucka-free
You are who it sucks to be
I’m a company, buy “Finally Famous” over everything
That’s my company
You already know, nigga
Collect the money like it’s old, nigga
And I’ma blow it like it’s rolled, nigga
And I be stuntin’ til I’m old, nigga
Weed, money and hoes: what a hell of a night!
F-ck you mean? This is everyday life
She in the mirror making sure that she wearing it right
It’s apparent she present, where I’m appearing tonight!

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CURREN$Y - BLOOD, SWEAT & GEARS

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Curren$y - Blood, Sweat & Gears Lyrics

Take this opportunity to roll up
Locate your lighters


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
[ from: http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/curreny-blood-sweat-gears.html ]
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

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Celeb Forever Ft. Curren$y - Alive

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Celeb Forever Ft. Curren$y - Alive Lyrics

you make me feel alive,
you are my highest ..
you make me feel alive,
you are my highest ..

ok welcome to the subway, the grasses always green
and the women always making i swear life is what you make it
niggas been making plans .. man
i’m moving in the game and the money is a jason
smoking all good all the vision flavor
aka 47 new gun fragrance, i’m on it if you with it
she drives it .. and double pocket .. a ticket
niggas is feelin froggy kill you over ..i choppa and have
so technically he amidge it, never got .. like is christmas
watch yellow diamonds he is like a simpson
pull out my thing let it .. like a ..
we don’t smoke the same but my jeans too expensive
i tell puff puff, i f*ck the chick layin down
tryin to come up ..

chorus:
you make me feel alive
you are my highest..
you make me feel alive
you are my highest ..

..the quality we smell you can tell
that i’m somewhere in the building on my bed
nigga is suspended from the ceiling, not really
but that’s the way that we got me feelin
.. mama you got the vision and i see it hd
couldn’t be any clearer, you should be ..
and you know it’s your chance don’t blow it
like ..good guys spell the names .. scandals
now the secrets i ..my secret ..the sandals
pose it and make it only .. the extra .. cameras
mama i remember that anytime i look at that i .. where you at
where you at
i’m just tryin to .. back up in a minute.

put your lighters up, put your lighters up
now put

[2 x chorus:]

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Curren$y Ft. Prodigy - The Type

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Curren$y Ft. Prodigy - The Type Lyrics

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

chorus:
we boss rap, like we boss these …
we’re the type of people that don’t berry the ax,
hold up!
we boss rap, like we…
we’re the type of people counting this money…
[ found on http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/04/curreny-ft-prodigy-type.html ]
we boss rap, like we boss these …
we’re the type of people that don’t berry the hatch!
hold up!
we boss raps, like we boss this ..
we’re the type of people shutting this engine…

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

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

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Curren$y Ft. Freddie Gibbs Scottie Pippen

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Curren$y Scottie Pippen Lyrics

[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 motherf-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
[from: http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/04/curreny-ft-freddie-gibbs-scottie-pippen.html ]
[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 pussy,
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 b-tches cooking in the crib hoe
Still push a bucket but I ride it like a benz hoe
Tryna find a bridge ho, to slanging raps, from slanging weight
Said the fred the new age [?] call me baby face


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