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Curren$y

Shante Scott Franklin (born April 4, 1981), better known by his stage name Currensy (often stylized as Curren$y), is an American rapper. Born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana, he was signed to hip hop labels such as No Limit, Cash Money and Young Money, before he founded his own label Jet Life Recordings, in 2011. more »

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Uh, jets, nigga, now where haven't we?
Taylor Gang
Stay rollin' up them paper planes
Yeah, yeah, jets, nigga
Now where haven't we?
And I'm tryin' to get Grease to smoke joints
Man tryin' to convert him to
EZ Widers or Zig-Zags
Before I get back to New Orleans
Uh, how fly, yeah (How fly) , yeah

Uh, same nigga that I always been
Mets hat with green under the brim
I shop in bulk, my closet a vault
Gettin' dressed, sippin' Rose' & OJ
Light pulp
Lookin' like myself in my old Easter photos
Socks and my rugby is Polo
Stop, freeze, on three's my low low
Airplanes, dollar signs on tees, my logo
Kush smokin' circles in my dojo
Sneaker collector, I bring 'em out, kid
Kicks all over the crib, roundhouses
Uh, f*ck you talkin' ‘bout, Willis?
Yo’ bitch fuckin' wit’ Spitta 'cause
She like her stroke different
Celebrate the moments of your life
We party all night
(Uh) , smoke all day (yeah)
Breakfast in the airport, get
Drunk the whole flight, yeah

This is how we do (How we do)
Everyday chase money, make bitches chase you
(Chase you)
Nigga, this is how we do (How we do)
Race to the club
Hop out and valet the coupes
(Valet the coupes)
Nigga, this is how we do (How we do)
Under the shade of the good trees
We stay cool (Stay cool)
Yeah, yeah, and if the bitch can't roll weed
(Uh) no need to bring her through (Uh)

I had a dream that I
Was smokin' California weed
And brother, I tell her give me what I need
Pull up in car service
Flyin' private when I leave
I'm chillin', two pretty women
Who speakin' Japanese, nigga, please
I'm sellin' out concerts
Some 501 pants that sag
Zig-Zags and my Converse
Spitta to my left, let him hit the bong first
Lame nigga asked if he get a hit
Little do he know that's a
Guaranteed way to get skipped
I find beautiful women and politic
Wakin' up, still drunk, feelin' sick
I'ma smoke one with you
Roll another one for the whip
Listenin' to my brand new shit
My doors suicide
Though my trees big chop provided
Fly society, and Taylor Gang or get hanged
Smokin' weed with your bitches when she told
You she would never do it again

This is how we do (How we do, haha, yeah)
Everyday chase money, make bitches chase you
(Chase you)
Nigga, this is how we do (How we do)
Race to the club
Hop out and valet the coupes
(Valet the coupes)
Nigga, this is how we do (How we do)
Under the shade of the good trees
We stay cool (Stay cool)
Yeah, yeah, and if the bitch can't roll weed
No need to bring her through

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