O.G.
Curren$y Lyrics


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Yeaaah, race car driver, in my own fuckin' mind, Spitta Andretti, yes I'm
Anticipatin' these niggas hatin' yeah they waitin' that's fine.
Maco snap through the fishin' line. watch for the hook, Spitta bring it to just on time.
On trees, like an ornament at Christmas time, on G's.
But don't nothing move, til the money transfer, word to my crew.
The green done colored my dreams blue, skeen, to slice that lead cake up,
Fuck them other niggas pay us.
It's like I'm in it but not really in that Matrix, Ocean's 14, plot out new capers.
Plant these money tree seeds, dollar bill leaves, leave me to rake it up,
Wonderin' who they reserve first place fuck, those niggas, no pictures,
Babygirl roll those joints bigger

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery,
A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?

All my Crooks got Castles, wonderwoman have lassels, hotboy crack tab of Tabasco.
Nas international, cash flow, smokin out the volcano, kush natural.
Used to have indo in my afro, one man band conquer west?
Shawty I could hit it out the park satchel page.
Damn I'm paid, thinkin' of all that money I made, since lookin' at the hip like I just got paged.
Every summer, new car, new paint, girl I know you ain't frown with yo' pussy, you BAITCH!
I work too hard for " I can't", stay burnin that " Man that shit stank! "
I'm in ya city girl, you a thick lil somethin' I need one more for the Spitta girl





[Chorus:Repeat x2]

Overall Meaning

In the song "O.G.", Curren$y feat. Fiend, Curren$y talks about being a race car driver in his own mind, living life to the fullest despite the haters waiting for him to fail. He compares himself to an ornament on a Christmas tree, being the center of attention as he smokes on trees, representing his love for marijuana. He highlights the importance of money in his life, stating that nothing moves until the money is transferred, and how it has influenced his dreams and aspirations. He also mentions his disdain for competition, stating that he doesn't care about who they reserve first place for, and his desire to enjoy life with velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, and a sunroof cracked.


The chorus of the song reiterates the luxurious lifestyle he desires, with fuzzy dice and OG smells, highlighting his love for vintage cars and nostalgia. Fiend comes in on the second verse, talking about his own experiences with wealth and the indulgences that come with it. He mentions smoking out of a volcano and enjoying natural kush, highlighting his love for marijuana as well. He reminisces on the old days when he used to have indo in his afro and how he worked hard to achieve the success he has today. Overall, the song is about living life to the fullest, enjoying the fruits of one's labor and staying true to oneself despite the haters and competition.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeaaah, race car driver, in my own fuckin' mind, Spitta Andretti, yes I'm
I feel like a race car driver in my thoughts, with the nickname Spitta Andretti.


Anticipatin' these niggas hatin' yeah they waitin' that's fine.
I expect people to hate on me, and it's okay with me.


Maco snap through the fishin' line. watch for the hook, Spitta bring it to just on time.
Be careful not to get caught in a trap - I'll rescue you in time.


On trees, like an ornament at Christmas time, on G's.
I am surrounded by marijuana and have plenty of money.


But don't nothing move, til the money transfer, word to my crew.
Nothing gets done until I get paid - this is understood by my team.


The green done colored my dreams blue, skeen, to slice that lead cake up,
Money has completely taken over my mind - I need to make moves to get even more.


Fuck them other niggas pay us.
I don't care about other people - just pay me what I am owed.


It's like I'm in it but not really in that Matrix, Ocean's 14, plot out new capers.
I feel like I'm part of something big, but not quite in control of it - I am always scheming for the next big thing.


Plant these money tree seeds, dollar bill leaves, leave me to rake it up,
I am planting the seeds of my wealth and waiting for it to grow - I will benefit greatly in the future.


Wonderin' who they reserve first place fuck, those niggas, no pictures,
I am curious about who my competition is, but I don't care about them.


Babygirl roll those joints bigger
I want my girlfriend to roll bigger joints for me to smoke.


[Chorus:Repeat x2] Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?
I am describing my old school, classic car and its features in a way that signifies my status as an OG. The chorus repeats twice.


All my Crooks got Castles, wonderwoman have lassels, hotboy crack tab of Tabasco.
My associates are all living the high life, like Crooks living in castles. Even Wonder Woman has lassos, and us hotboys are so hot we can crack Tabasco.


Nas international, cash flow, smokin out the volcano, kush natural.
I am like the rapper Nas, internationally known with a lot of money, smoking weed and enjoying myself.


Used to have indo in my afro, one man band conquer west?
I used to hide marijuana in my afro, and now I feel like I can take on the whole west coast by myself.


Shawty I could hit it out the park satchel page.
I am confident that I can please a woman to a level that is comparable to legendary baseball player, Satchel Page.


Damn I'm paid, thinkin' of all that money I made, since lookin' at the hip like I just got paged.
I am rich and successful, and I reminisce about all the money I have made, like a doctor being called to an emergency.


Every summer, new car, new paint, girl I know you ain't frown with yo' pussy, you BAITCH!
I buy a new car and get it painted every summer - and I know my girl won't be upset with all my spending.


I work too hard for " I can't", stay burnin that " Man that shit stank! "
I work too hard to give up - I stay motivated even when things get tough.


I'm in ya city girl, you a thick lil somethin' I need one more for the Spitta girl
I am in your city and I want to find a girl who is thick and sexy, for me and my persona, Spitta.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JEREMY KULOUSEK, CALVIN BROADUS (SNOOP DOGG), ERIC A DAN, SHANTE FRANKLIN, JAMES T MASSIE, CAMERON THOMAS

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