Casey Veggies – Show Off Lyrics

[Intro: Casey Veggies]

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
Top down in the summer, top down in the summer
I came back like LeBron down 3 to 1
I don’t understand man, it make me wonder
Why the homie tried to rob him if he had a gun
Hide behind shades watching life fade
Girls shaking ass, it must be a parade
If all these niggas on I must be the one
If all these niggas shooters I must be the gun
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m bout to fuck it up
She shaking that ass so fast, the cash she bout to run it up
Like what is your motif
They want the fame, I want cash and promotion
I’m making it splash on that ass like the ocean
I ride my own wave cause my buzz’ll be rolling
I’m grinding double the time for mine, I’m keeping it coming in
Had the Audi at 18, the Bimmer at 20
Now I’m bout to cop the Benz
My circle so small that everyone else on the outside looking in
I don’t trust nobody, I don’t see nobody
Versace shades on my lens

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Really got money, I rap
When I fall through the trap I’ma show off
Smoking that KK, you hit this shit once I promise that you gon’ cough
Riding around in my ’62 [?] once when I skrrt off
Passenger seat got your bitch
If she say she don’t smoke that’s a turn off
Tatted up, I got my shirt off
Hating you can’t get a word off
You the kind I never heard of
Taylor Gang or seeing murder
She want some dick, guarantee I’ma serve her
Practice what I preach
[?] me, I just teach what I learned
Got weed and I burn it
She giving me brains, that secret service
Don’t speak what you [?]
We park the low rider so deep on the curb
Stay holding it down for my team on you geeks and you nerds
You ain’t bout your paper my nigga and I think it’s absurd
She say she love you but really that shit’s a diversion
Say that you stacking but really be splurging
I get a old school Impala and cut that shit up like a surgeon

[Hook: Casey Veggies & (Wiz Khalifa)]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
(We smoking good over here)
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
(My nigga Casey what’s good
Gang Gang, Jet Life, you heard?)
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
(Double that shit up, roll another joint
Put another bitch on top of that bitch
Buy another car [?]
Get another watch, get another chain
Do your own thing nigga, Taylor Gang)
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
She ain’t with the questions
I told her I ain’t with the extras
I’m glad we made a connection
Checking them hoes off my check list
All in the club and we flexing
She fucking it up in the section
It made her think all we do is sin
And then she realized I’m a blessing
Really do it, they gotta show off
This real life, I can’t take a day off
Go hard or go home like the playoffs
If you stay there, you might just get paid off
You ain’t never whipped these cars nigga
You ain’t never seen a hundred large nigga
You ain’t minaj’d these broads nigga
One thing bout my gang, we all get it
Girl I pull up in the hood for ya
Everything that look good, it ain’t good for ya
The haters is watching, I can’t trust ’em
If the bullets start flying it’s no discussion
He did too much talking, I had to rush ’em
Got your bitch in the back and I ain’t bluffing
The streets is so crazy but it’s what made me
Fifty mil couldn’t change me, I’m still Casey
We run up the bands and we going crazy
Yeah we run up the bands and we going crazy
Book up the flights and we on vacation
Gave her a shot but I never chase it
The money I’m married, I can’t replace her
Do me a favor, do me no favors
Nothing was handed, I had to take it
They don’t wanna see me make it, yeah

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

Curren$y – Game On Freeze

[Intro]
It’s exactly 4:20 P.M. too
Niggas probably thought that’s the beginning bars but they not

[Verse 1]
Mo’ paper, mo’ haters, that’s a known fact
That’s why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position ’cause stardom make you a target
They starvin’ in my city
But I’m slidin’ in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God’s grace, no enemies made it through
Gettin’ high behind them gates
‘Bout to install a fountain in the livin’ room
I’m higher than the moon

[Chorus]
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothin’ to me (nothin’ to me)
I’m high beneath these palm trees (these palm trees)
‘Bout to take over Wall Street (Wall Street)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, game on freeze)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothin’ to me (nothin’ to me)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)

[Verse 2]
New studio built, fully equipped
I’m up in here ’round the clock wrappin’ bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami’s
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I’m always low ridin’
Bitches like to see Gs, hit switches
My life is excitin’, my life is enticin’
Feds buildin’ dossiers and files about me (files about me)
But I’m straight, you know my paper got me

[Outro]
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life

Curren$y – Game On Freeze Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mo’ paper, mo’ haters, that’s a known fact
That’s why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position cause stardom make you a target
They starving in my city
But I’m sliding in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God’s grace, no enemies made it through
Getting high behind them gates
Bout to install a fountain in the living room
I’m higher than the moon

[Chorus]
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothing to me
I’m high beneath these palm trees
Bout to take over Wall Street
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothing to me
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze

[Verse 2]
New studio built, fully equipped
I’m up in here round the clock wrapping bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami’s
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I’m always low riding
Bitches like to see G’s hit switches
My life is exciting, my life is enticing
Feds building [?] and files about me
But I’m straight you know my paper got me

[Chorus]
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life

Curren$y – Airborne Aquaruim (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Haha, Yeauh
Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life, Fool
Turn it Up Some
Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life,
Yeauh, Eauh

I’m gettin hella mail from jail, niggas tellin me to kill it,
When they get out I’ll bring them ’round some bitches,
Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture,
Flippin my remote, same way I do them hoes,
But she already know before she touch my Chevy door,
Real nigga, lemme make it as clear as my windows,
No square shall enter in the circle of winners,
Know I’m prepared for whatev, you know what I been thru,
Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues,
Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru,
But look what it came to, somethin’ that amazes you,
soon as you quit hatin’ and hear what I gotta say to you,
Baby blue, souls D’s, White 11, ’96,
No retro card came with this,
Same year, my Impala with the floor shift,
4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured,
Shawty body chocolated, Russel Stover,
Brung weed wit’ her whenever I invite her over,
Polo sweater, tether belt hangin’ off her shoulder,
No care, over here, so we put it in the air,
Walkin’ ’round my house, say she wanna fuck errywhere,
That’s cool baby, but I just got that pool table,
We ain’t gotta stay away from it, It’s all good,
if you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it,
Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucketlist,
and these boys, I granted his deathwish,
Legendary lay-up Jordan with the right-left switch,
Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai,
Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride,
’87 Corvette ZR1, to the T-top softened,
put ’em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin’ from the pump,
That’s all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed,
Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last,
Emotional luggage, nothin’ of it, I don’t check bags,
I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past,
Half Rose, Sean Don, OJ in my glass,
Mimosa, Testarossa program, Prota-J curriculum,
doors open like a pendulum swingin,
Rock in my Jetset Emblem,
Fool is to serve like Wimbledon, Interior cinnamon,
the car that I’m sittin’ in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin,
Just kiddin, not pillin’, just element twistin’,
From the herb come the fire and the wind I’m livin,
not pillin’, just element twistin’,
From the herb come the fire and the wind I’m livin,
From the herb come the fire and the wind I’m livin
Yeauhh

Jets, where haven’t we
Jets, where haven’t we been
Jets, where haven’t we. . .

Curren$y – Micheal Knight (Remix) (feat. Raekwon) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yah…Lames catch feelings, we catch flights, Ugh, Jet Life, Jet Life
Race cars and weed jars

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, I got a style for every bump in your face
Grease ball ass nigga, Pontiac judge, open and shut case
You know, I’m bow tied till I die, though I made an exception for the ’69
So quick off the line
Coin double side, no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell your dogs they should be aware of us
We break it off, like an engagement gone bad
I fill your jaccuzi with them groupies make it a bird bath, miss me?
No you didn’t bitch, with that bullshit, miss me
Tryna claim Spitta name, tyrna be Ms. Me
All of that, kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleepin’ by being freaky but baby girl
Let me be the first to say it’s not that easy
I wasn’t born yesterday, nor later on that evening
Just had to get that out the way and make the playin’ field even

[Chorus x2: Curren$y]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, ski dooo doo dooo doo

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And the view from the rockin’ chair improves
But I’ve yet to see a team fuckin’ with the crew
Near fall, I saw it all, wide frame
Everything with wings ain’t a plane man
Indo get rolled up like car windows
Avoiding the police man, them car Winslows
The wind blow in change, and I am not mad
Old garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast
Its written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan
Survive rough land, cactus plants growin’ in desert sands
Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn’t die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, ski dooo doo dooo doo

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Yeah, Shalah, Louis rich
Definitely dressed down and everybody here know it
Yo, a snow white Aston on the ground with a poet
Louis the kid, who told you to come to the crib
Threw a bag in your lap and told you don’t blow the kids
We milled up, actually my flowin’ is real tough
Sport these gazelles, faded leather on real rough
Bank account, don’t even question
Spent all my money last year buyin’ shit investments
Marvelous, gangsta, New York nigga, make me sick
Rather screw honeys who ain’t cuffin’
All my life, six black kids stolen right from kick dice
And strip you and slice you
So listen young niggas, I’m a give you some jewels quick
Don’t ever rat your friends out, you stand in a pool of shit
Lookin like a crab ass faggot
Sooner or later them boys that was hating on you got the ratchets

Curren$y – Opening Credits (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse: Curren$y]
It was right around the time
I thought I had to move back with my mom
I had to sell my first lowrider
Halfway to the top, went to sleep, woke up at the bottom
They turned off my lights, I lit candles and I plotted
Got it before, getting it again shouldn’t be a problem
Every month dropped something
Then the Double X-L put a nigga on the cover
Made the freshmen ten like a year before my brother Wiz
Rap hustling and we rocked e’rywhere we went
Then I tried to start to start a business with Damon
Charged that to the game, learned some thangs
I thought I earned some change
But fuck it, mayne, it’s all the same, I’d live the same life again
If it don’t kill ya, it just make you realer
Stepping into the house shoes of a big wheeler
Always wrote my own rules; this Jet Life, nigga
Remembering when I couldn’t smoke in the buildings
Now the executives is dancing on the ceiling
I’ve been moving around, moving around trying to get it

Curren$y – There Go the Man (CDQ) Lyrics

[Intro]
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who

[Verse 1]
Swang like swords on the boulevard
Love from the broads get ’em high fuck ’em hard
Smoking in my yard looking at my cars
Try to pick ’em out I like to switch ’em up before the night falls
Stunting just a little bit if you gotta call it something
I’m just trying show you how to come up out of nothing
Get a progress from the struggle
Out West smoking kill onions
Me and [?] bong snap shatter wax pimping all that
Penning raps counting paper stacks
Jet Life on the map
Bong snap shatter wax nigga all that
Penning raps counting stacks Jet Life on the map

[Chorus]
Uh
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist
Uh
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga

[Verse 2]
All I’m trying do is get my cash on
All I’m trying do is run them numbers up
Get something smart and sexy I could smash on
We got four bad bitches in the truck with us
I smoke ’em to the face I never pass ’em
But I’ll toss you the bag and let you roll one up
Friday night we pull out them Italians
That is Ferrari’s Lamborghini’s coming out the cut, yea

[Chorus]
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch

[Outro]
It ain’t hard to tell
It ain’t hard to tell
It ain’t hard to tell
Homie you know me well

Curren$y – For Nothin Lyrics

[Hook]
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run ’em
Rosé popping ’round the club
Baby girl, you know I ain’t coming
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run ’em

[Verse]
7 chains on, walking ’round my house I ain’t going out
Washed my car left the park driver look like a car lot
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
7 chains on, walking ’round my house I ain’t going out
Washed my car left the park driver look like the car lot
Smoked out in the coffee shop
Camaro with targo tops
You know that the motor hot
Hit that bitch with the LSY, can’t handle the shit I got
Make sure that your camera was in my watch
The shit I drop is quickly copped
They figure I’m slinging rocks
What they based it on, the money I make from touring
Being away from home
Still I return to the danger zone
Skating on Dayton chrome to show ’em I made it, homes
Jet Life, we the kings of underground
Bump Pimp C when I came down
[?] fuck around, when we come around
On the couch with all my rings on
What you getting in tonight
Not a motherfucking thang, homes
Fuck what you lil hoes talking ’bout

[Hook]
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
All my cars at least a 100
Barely get the chance to run ’em
Might pass ’round the club but you know I’m not coming
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get fly as fuck for nothin’
I get high as fuck for nothin’
I’m high and fuck with nothin’
Crying [?]
I’m a OG I fuck for nothin’
You had to pay her to touch it