It
Curren$y Lyrics


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Yellow paper, legal pad
Blueprinting these criminal plans
So simple in the right hands
Should it go cool as a fan
Long as we keep it in the fam
Grinding with outsiders will only divide us
Providers with more problems
Cops wanna see me locked in, bars
Concrete but only palm trees surround me
My rollie heavy, my shirt light
Let me roll back my sleeves, let my diamonds breathe
Serenade the night
Sung that bitch to sleep
Woke up next to me
And figured she was still up in them dreams
Dirty money, keep them whips clean
Coupes for the whole team

Yellow paper, legal pad
Blueprinting these criminal plans
So simple in the right hands
Should it go cool as a fan
Long as we keep it in the fam
Grinding with outsiders will only divide us
Providers with more problems
Cops wanna see me locked in, bars
Concrete but only palm trees surround me
My rollie heavy, my shirt light
Let me roll back my sleeves, let my diamonds breathe
Serenade the night
Sung that bitch to sleep
Woke up next to me
And figured she was still up in them dreams
Dirty money, keep them whips clean
Coupes for the whole team
Lyrics is on a triple beam
Another tape, another key
A frozen eskimo ain't cold as me
Nigga, come to me

Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunners and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunners and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics

Still in traffic, sports cars doing magic
My doors open backwards
My homegirl an actress
Silver screen bad bitch
She brought her homegirls through
We call that batting practice
I'm in the matte black six
100 Benz mashing
Interior filled with gases
And bitch, I'm never passing
Music is the crankest
Moving like them (?)
I put two in
You best believe I'm bringing four
Bag bitch huh

Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunners and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
They mad, they just lookin' at us, stackin'
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunners and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Gettin' money, you just lookin' at us

While we stackin'





Can't even mask your madness
can't even hide your sadness

Overall Meaning

In Curren$y's song "It," he reflects on his life and the choices he's made as a rapper. The lyrics, "Yellow paper, legal pad, blueprinting these criminal plans," suggest that he's aware of the illegal activities that come with living a life of luxury as a musician. However, he believes that these plans are simple and can be accomplished with the right guidance. He emphasizes the need to keep these plans within his inner circle, "Long as we keep it in the fam, grinding with outsiders will only divide us." Curren$y wants to avoid unnecessary drama and conflict that can arise from working with outsiders who may not have his best interests at heart.


The line "Cops wanna see me locked in, bars" highlights the reality of life as a rapper. Law enforcement officials may view him as a criminal and try to put him behind bars. However, Curren$y makes it clear that he's surrounded by luxurious palm trees and beautiful scenery, indicating that he's living the high life despite the challenges he faces.


Throughout the song, he boasts about his material possessions, such as his Rollie watch and expensive cars, but he also acknowledges the dirty money that funds his lavish lifestyle. The line, "Dirty money, keep them whips clean, coupes for the whole team," suggests that he's aware of the illegal activities that fund his lifestyle, but he's willing to do whatever it takes to keep on top, even if it means getting his hands dirty.


Line by Line Meaning

Yellow paper, legal pad
Writing down plans on legal pads


Blueprinting these criminal plans
Planning out illegal activities


So simple in the right hands
Illegal plans are easy to execute if the right person is in charge


Should it go cool as a fan
If everything goes smoothly


Long as we keep it in the fam
As long as it's only within the group


Grinding with outsiders will only divide us
Working with outsiders will only cause conflict within the group


Providers with more problems
Those who provide illegal activities have more problems


Cops wanna see me locked in, bars
Police want to arrest me


Concrete but only palm trees surround me
Living in an urban area but surrounded by nature


My rollie heavy, my shirt light
Wearing a heavy Rolex watch but light clothing


Let me roll back my sleeves, let my diamonds breathe
Showing off diamond jewelry


Serenade the night
Enjoying the night


Sung that bitch to sleep
Relaxing and unwinding


Woke up next to me
Waking up next to someone


And figured she was still up in them dreams
Thinking that someone is still dreaming


Dirty money, keep them whips clean
Using illegal money to keep cars clean


Coupes for the whole team
Buying luxury cars for the entire group


Lyrics is on a triple beam
Putting lyrical skills to the test


Another tape, another key
Continuing to create music and generate income


A frozen eskimo ain't cold as me
Being cold-hearted and ruthless


Nigga, come to me
Having control and power over others


Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Continuing to hustle and get money


In the city of Saints, stunners and gun clappers
Living in a dangerous area with violence


Still in traffic, sports cars doing magic
Driving luxury cars in traffic


My doors open backwards
Having unique features on the car doors


My homegirl an actress
Having connections in the entertainment industry


Silver screen bad bitch
Attractive female actress


She brought her homegirls through
Bringing friends with her


We call that batting practice
Hanging out with attractive females


100 Benz mashing
Driving a Mercedes-Benz


Interior filled with gases
Smoking marijuana inside the car


And bitch, I'm never passing
Continuing to smoke marijuana without taking a break


Music is the crankest
Listening to exciting music


Moving like them (?)
Moving like a VIP or a celebrity


I put two in
Rap verse is ambiguous and could mean a variety of things


You best believe I'm bringing four
Bringing four of something


Bag bitch huh
A slang term that could mean anything


Can't even mask your madness
Being unable to hide one's insanity


can't even hide your sadness
Being unable to hide one's sadness


They mad, they just lookin' at us, stackin'
Others are envious of their success but they're just focused on making money


Gettin' money, you just lookin' at us
Being focused on making money despite others' envy


Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Continuing to hustle and make money




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Shante Scott Franklin

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