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Curren$y Lyrics


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Uh, money on the floor, make them bitches go
Buckets' ice-cold, bottles, bring us more
Black top fill my Rolex white gold
They think I'm movin' dope, girl, I been doin' shows
'96 Impala, I got two of those
'64 Impala, I got two of those
Jet-livin', we get lifted, Lamborghini doors
Baby DTF, but she don't give a fuck who knows
Rare chance to kick it wit' the advance
Luxury sedans, sittin', offset stance
Fuck your dress code, bitches feel these sweatpants
Pockets full of gas, rubber bands, lots of cash
However long it last, nigga, I'm a have a blast
Dive in, make a big splash
Nova tint, bulletproof glass, S-Class
Them niggas barefaced, bitch, no mask

Yeah, yeah, ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by

Drive by in a Wrath, nigga, big dog
Shot the bitch all in the face, then I told her wipe off
Then I had count up some money like I was just rushin'
Then I had poured up the tussin with lean
Then I had popped me some molly like, "Woah"
Made that bitch back-to-back foreigns all in a row
Ride by the kid wit' the left up, draped up, dripped up
Hold up, I was just dabbin' by mistake
I was just fuckin' your bitch by mistake
I was just countin' some cake on the lake
I was just pullin' up in paper plates
I know some real niggas can relate
I know some gangbangers, they relate
When I pull up, it's a murder
When I pull up, it's a murder

Yeah, yeah, ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by

I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em
I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
When I drive by, when I drive by, I kill these niggas
When I drive by, when I drive by, I kill these niggas
My style line is makin' me money
Hey, why, oh, why? Oh, why, already?
Gotta let 'em know, let 'em know




Drive by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Fly by, kill 'em when I fly by

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Curren$y's "Drive In" describe his lavish lifestyle and the pleasure he derives from driving around in his luxurious cars. He flaunts his wealth with references to expensive watches and designer outfits, and boasts of having multiple classic cars. He also talks about the attention he gets from women and his carefree attitude towards spending money. The chorus references his ability to intimidate others with his flashy lifestyle, suggesting that he has a dangerous side.


The second verse takes a darker turn, with Curren$y rapping about violence and murder. He describes shooting someone in the face and then counting his money as if nothing happened. He also mentions using drugs, such as molly and lean. The repetition of the phrase "I kill 'em" reinforces the violent imagery in the lyrics. The chorus is repeated throughout the song, emphasizing the central theme of violence and intimidation.


Overall, the lyrics to "Drive In" paint a picture of a dangerous and opulent lifestyle. Curren$y revels in his wealth and power, using it to intimidate others and commit acts of violence.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, money on the floor, make them bitches go
Cash lying around is a great motivator to get the ladies to dance


Buckets' ice-cold, bottles, bring us more
We want more bottles, make sure they come with buckets filled with ice


Black top fill my Rolex white gold
The blacktop roads scuff up the face of my Rolex made out of white gold


They think I'm movin' dope, girl, I been doin' shows
Some people may suspect me of participating in illegal activities, but in reality, I'm just busy performing at music shows


'96 Impala, I got two of those
I own two 1996 Chevrolet Impalas


'64 Impala, I got two of those
I also own two 1964 Chevrolet Impalas


Jet-livin', we get lifted, Lamborghini doors
I live a luxurious and wealthy lifestyle, getting high on drugs, and I can afford to own a car with Lamborghini-style doors


Baby DTF, but she don't give a fuck who knows
This girl is down to f***, and she's not ashamed to show it


Rare chance to kick it wit' the advance
It's a rare opportunity to hang out with someone at an advanced level of success


Luxury sedans, sittin', offset stance
My expensive cars are parked with an angled, off-center position


Fuck your dress code, bitches feel these sweatpants
I don't care about your dress code standards, the ladies are attracted to me regardless of what I wear, even sweatpants


Pockets full of gas, rubber bands, lots of cash
I carry lots of money around, along with rubber bands to keep it organized, and I've also got gas for my car


However long it last, nigga, I'm a have a blast
I'm going to enjoy this extravagant lifestyle for as long as it lasts


Dive in, make a big splash
I'm going to jump into this lifestyle with enthusiasm and excitement


Nova tint, bulletproof glass, S-Class
My car windows are tinted so dark it's like night, the glass is bulletproof, and it's a high-end Mercedes-Benz S-Class


Them niggas barefaced, bitch, no mask
Those guys aren't hiding anything, they're showing their true faces and don't have any masks on


Drive by in a Wrath, nigga, big dog
I'm driving by in a luxury car called a Rolls-Royce Wraith, and I consider myself the big dog


Shot the bitch all in the face, then I told her wipe off
I shot a woman in the face, and then instructed her to clean up the evidence


Then I had count up some money like I was just rushin'
Then I counted a bunch of money like I was in a big hurry


Then I had poured up the tussin with lean
I mixed codeine cough syrup with a soda and drank it


Made that bitch back-to-back foreigns all in a row
I purchased two high-end foreign cars one after another


Ride by the kid wit' the left up, draped up, dripped up
I'm cruising around with my left arm resting on the open window, fully decked out in fancy clothes and expensive jewelry


Hold up, I was just dabbin' by mistake
Oops, I accidentally performed the popular dance move called the dab


I was just f***in' your bitch by mistake
I accidentally had sex with your girlfriend


I was just countin' some cake on the lake
I was filming myself counting a bunch of money while on a boat on a lake


I was just pullin' up in paper plates
I was driving around in an expensive, unregistered car with temporary paper license plates


I know some real niggas can relate
I have friends who can understand and relate to my lifestyle


I know some gangbangers, they relate
I also have acquaintances involved in gang activity who can relate to my lifestyle


When I pull up, it's a murder
Whenever I arrive on the scene, I cause a stir and people take notice, it's like a deadly crime scene


My style line is makin' me money
My unique fashion sense is bringing in a lot of money for me


Hey, why, oh, why? Oh, why, already?
I'm surprised that I'm already this successful, and I'm questioning why it's happened so quickly


Gotta let 'em know, let 'em know
I have to make sure everyone knows how successful and wealthy I am


Drive by, kill 'em like a drive-by
I'm going to figuratively kill my competition with my successful career and lavish lifestyle


Fly by, kill 'em when I fly by
I'm going to outdo my competition even more past the point of just driving by, but by flying past them in terms of career and wealth


I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em
I figuratively defeat and surpass my competition multiple times over


Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
I'm excited and proud of my success, hence my repetitive affirmations


When I drive by, when I drive by, I kill these niggas
Whenever I make an appearance or show off my successes, I figuratively defeat and outdo those around me




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Shante Scott Franklin, Nayvadius Wilburn, Nate Caserta

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