Wiz Khalifa and Curren$y ‘2009’ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics
Dynamic duos and part-time tandems have long been a staple in hip-hop. Over the past decade, Wiz Khalifa and Curren$y have waved the flag with their occasional pairings. Products of rap's blog era, Wiz and Curren$y became kindred spirits, leading the two XXL Freshmen alums to combine their talents for their 2009 mixtape, How Fly. The project caught on within the rap community like wildfire, presenting the rap world with stoner vibes and dope lyrics over hazy instrumentals.
Khalifa and Curren$y look to pick up where the left off on How Fly with 2009, their first collaborative release since unleashing their quick-strike Live in Concert EP in 2013. Released to commemorate the year in which they first made history together, 2009 runs 14 tracks long and finds the pair splitting verses over an array of backdrops. Boasting a production lineup that includes Cardo, Dame Grease, DJ Fresh, Harry Fraud, MonstaBeatz, Problem, Ricky P, Sledgren, Van Gogh and Z Cook, 2009 thrives on the pair's ability to glide over instrumentals in a leisurely manner, which both artists pull off effectively.
Features include appearances from Ty Dolla $ign, Problem, and Taylor Thompson, but the spotlight shines squarely on Wiz and Curren$y, who further their streak of delivering quality collaborations. They'll put it on display for the 2009 Tour, which begins this week and is expected to make 20 stops, including New Orleans, Atlanta and Houston.
With Wiz Khalifa and Curren$y's latest collection of tracks spinning, XXL broke down the album, bar for bar, listing 20 of the best lyrics from 2009.
"Six-car garage, I got more than one job/Be a boss, go hard/Wake up, smelling kush when I yawn/Shorty wanna fuck with the king, tired of them pawns/Ain't on the top? Well, that's nonsense/Bank account full of G's, so that's all you gon' get/TSA know my face so they don't trip/Chain frost, big bitch that I'm with don't give me no lip" —Wiz Khalifa
"Put hightop troops on all my shooters/Bought the Goose-down jacket from the booster/Shootouts on the roof, racing in them coupes/She wore the Gucci frames with the door knocker hoops/And the lying motherfucker tell you I ain't the truth/Rich uncle come through, pop the truck, pull the duffel/Lay the merchandise out, get the loot, motherfucker" —Curren$y
"Heavy-ass Mercedes Benz on top rims/Big chain, pink diamonds, candy ring/Couple million dollars off my own strain/Your life like a video game, Gran Turismo/I'm in that GT-R 'cause I pop the 6-4/I had the match for the cash/Underground garage where I stash" —Curren$y
"Leavin' out the Gucci store, nigga, ain't shit bummy/On the paper chase on your ring, they shit runnin'/Took four years off and the checks kept comin'/All the girls wanna treat me like I'm special or somethin'/We at No. 1, mean we standin' next to nothin'/And the shit you rock is fake, but that's another discussion/I see a lotta dudes hate and the shit is disgusting/And I travel all the time, always gettin' through customs" —Wiz Khalifa
"I've done it, you can do it, ain't no difference/It's only real ones in the buildin'/Need to start really livin', make money every minute/The more things change, the more they stay the same/I stay high, peep game, sound the trumpets/And celebrate with buckets of champagne/Save a spot 'cause I got the light show in my ring" —Curren$y
"When it come to girls, I don't trust none/Khalifa Kush, I'ma crush some, we gon' smoke 'til the sun come up/Ya nigga got a problem with it, hope he don't run up/I'ma take a shot, that's enough for both of us/And if you bring a friend, I'ma let her in/Andretti OG, that's the medicine/I'm tryna get as high as the rent/Niggas comment on the smell, but I take that as a compliment" —Wiz Khalifa
"Clown shit, we don't entertain/Always been a young nigga with the vision and I'm still the same/Turned an idea into a strain/Do it once, I fuck with you, I respect you, you do it again/Nothin' but the best for the fam/I don't gotta flex for the 'Gram/Too many rings for my hands, so we stack 'em and stash 'em/We them fuckin' champs" —Wiz Khalifa
"You ain't gotta lie to kick it/You ain't close to rich enough to be in here/Papered up and stoned at every appearance/Martha's Vineyard, baby left her diamond necklace behind at the bed and breakfast/It's fine, she got that on a high, she'll steal a better one on the next one/I only fuck with professionals/Sniper scopes and silencers stuck inside of leather sectionals" —Curren$y
"Wall Street wolf, these lil' niggas shook/When we walked in the room, they ain't know where to look/That eye contact might result in combat/My hands clean, I don't know who wrote that contract/Youngsters huntin', murdin' for hire, doin' numbers/Trade your life for a Camaro this summer/Ain't nothin' where I come from, but I come up quite different/Spittin' that zigzag, raw raps, spit shit" —Curren$y
"Uh, no pain, no gain, I treat 'em the same/If it ain't my strain, it ain't in my brain/The boss, the man, nothing in between/Them niggas be gone as soon as they came/My car go fast, wash it in the rain/My chain is cold, diamonds in my rings/I get respect not because of fame/You hate, you lame, I don't entertain" —Wiz Khalifa
"Back in my mind I know nobody coming/But then my third eye remind me not everybody love me/Still I slide, twisting it up/Weeding out them Chevy's, hitting switches, giving it up/Living it bruh, the vision for us was quite clear/When the smoke clears decades later we'll still be here/I don't know where them other niggas at/I ain't looking for no fools, I'm tryna remember where I parked the Benz at" —Curren$y
"From the beginning, niggas always started winning/Gon' remember me before I'm finished/From a place where it's hard living/Ain't no handouts, now it's stars in the ceiling/Niggas got options when it come to cars/No more regular hoes, all I'm fucking with is superstars/From the bullshit we moving on" —Wiz Khalifa
"'79 Malibu, mash down the avenue/If them niggas really wanna race, bring the bag through/Came through in the space coupe, everything new/Umbrellas in the door, galaxy in the roof/Boss in the booth, sharks after the loot/Be cool, muhfucker, ain't nobody asked you/Goin' where the money at, came back with all that
Blabber-mouth bitch gave my niggas the treasure map" —Curren$y
"Proceed with care, the set keep trees in the air/No need for VIP passes, my whole team in the clear/VS in all our pieces, try to call our phone, can't reach us/We probably out the country or rolling weed up, playing FIFA/And my cars is decent, some of 'em older, some recent/Leaving my keys in, this one for today/You gon' see a new one this weekend, on gang" —Wiz Khalifa
"Like my gin neat/Run the game, I suggest that you get floor seats/Might not leave with everything, but we for sure get a piece/Fix it up, put it on the streets/If I ain't in my 6-4, then my Benz creep/Up and down the street/Run to the money, can't nothin' else get me on my feet" —Wiz Khalifa
"Ain't part of this game, a joke/Wrap it up like a brick of coke/Call a play like a give-and-go/Ballin' for real, toss an alley oop off the pick and roll/Rollin' hundred spokes gold, my Rolex frozen/Have you ever seen a quarter of a million dollars rollin'?/Bein' drivin' like it's stolen, by a stoned stoner" —Curren$y
"Got a hundred grand stuffed in these expensive-ass denim/Might hit the the racetrack and spend it, and come back with millions/She half-Sicilian, her family don't even like Blacks/I'm ashing my joint, say her dad gon' kill her/Let me borrow the Lambo and the pad familiar/Got every game on Xbox/Don't need to get dressed, when I come over it's sweats and socks/Them other niggas say they like the Taylors, just stop" —Wiz Khalifa
"Actin' like a nigga that ain't ever had/Pull up in a foreign with a paper tag/This a Rolls Royce bitch, not a Jag/Keep a closet full of unpopped tags/Niggas bring that bullshit, they get zapped/Never chasin' bitches, I be gettin' cash/My roof in the trunk, joint full of skunk/My speakers blast like they from 12-gauge pump" —Curren$y
"And you can tell which car's mine/Cabriolet and Italian design, interior white wine/I don't wear jeans in here, I'm slidin' in my sweats/These was 15 hundred, you ain't got 15 dollars/In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin'/Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you just sittin', watchin'/This that fly doctrine" —Curren$y
"We in the sky forever, stay applying pressure/Pack my bags for any weather/Boy, you broke and need to get your shit together/Silence any competition/Got the crib that I dreamed of and not to mention/Bathtub like a swimmin' pool, smokin' out and trippin" —Wiz Khalifa