CURREN$Y - Credit lyrics

rate me

It's like that and as a matter of fact I'm right back

Cause I never hesitate to act a fool on these tracks

My homies be hoggin me on tha jet like damn fool why you killin beats like that

I'm jus rappin my life

Hit tha studo in tha morning talk about what happened last night

Adventures on Candy Island

Bitches whilin while I'm jus smokin kush bubba

Me and captain Knuckes until I can think of somethin to do

Hit tha street bring F.S. tees to high class boutiques

Collect cheese and smash out

Star struck shopper, shauty almost passed out

OG status

Daddy told me it was passed down

By bosses who was doin they thing but they not here now

Respect I earned

Jus ask how

Tha world learnin what tha jets bout

Jus about tha best out

Spitta

Guess I be left alone when I'm restin in my throne

Writin that excitin

You upset cause yo girl like it

Guess I be left alone when I'm restin in my throne

Letters etched in stone

Restin next to my bones

Guess I be left alone when I'm resin in my throne

Writin that excitin

You upset cause yo girl like it

I guess I'm a physic

I told you that I would do it

Credit Spitta for reppin New Orleans hard in his music

Pretty bitties runnin round in they unmentionables

Some things are just untwitterable

Suckas lookin for company they miserable

Spinnin on these bitches

Wheel of fortune as niggas

Them hoes don't think you boss

They think you soft

She passenger twistin, while I'm paddle shiftin the porsche

My boat shoes and argyle socks

Polo sport

96, 98 style diggin in tha crate clown

Can't label my flavor

Can't categorize my fly jet set behavior

I push a SS

Paint now and later

I pull of capers

With stealth technology off radar

Hello kitty, good bye hater

She caught in the moment, you can't save her

Eyes like red beam lasers on tha flight I'm takin

Opportunist, I can show you what makin moves is

I live through it, I show you what payin dues is

Real recognized, real I never seen you kid

Homeboy who you is

We tha Jets and this is tha set we claim dat

Get money fuck bitches to death

In front tha club smoked out

All of us in the vettes

We came back to back for two blocks back

Speed vision

Livin drunk, women, loud engines all on my cloud pimpin