CURREN$Y - Still lyrics

rate me

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 them mama tell them hit some of this sticky with me

Just being rhymey 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 have some time free, but honestly

Building this empire taking a lot of me

It will be worth it though, shit good right now you'll find my lighter

And my grinder, it'll be perfect hoe

And it’s still, and it’s still jets at yo motherfuckin'

As 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 re up'd

She thought real niggas was dead I made her a believer

Now see us, we a different breed

Come planted from a different seed

Since Young Brandon keep it M.O.B

My life is like a movie but I’m living out the scenes

I’m pulling racks after racks 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 east suite metropost smoking and chilling

Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killa

hit her with the D now she in love with the villain

But my mind focused 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 motherfucking

Ok, girl, where shall I begin?

I told her about my lifestyle she said I’m all in

She say most niggas change you ain’t nothing like them

So I got her high as hell, I’m talking about a 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 live where I live

They couldn’t walk a mile in these Jordan number 10's

And I got that shit off like thank 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 the bed when I get it in

Haters know the set that I rep to the end

It’s crazy I keep … in my ear, telling me to get paid

My reply bet I will

And it’s still, and it’s still … central motherfucking, yeah.

Thanks to J a Z for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to JetSet for correcting these lyrics