CURREN$Y

CURREN$Y - Godfather 4

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[Intro: Curren$y]

(Fatality, fatality)

Drive-In Theatre

[Verse 1:]

Before the curtain drum, we was getting it on

'til day turn dark and dusk becomes dawn

Wiping my cars off, putting my jewels on

My pinkie ring show and prove who's the true Don

We making moves that make the news

They tryna make movies about it, but we ain't even stop yet

This hustle still in progress due to do process

Coupes like jets, fly through sets

Bulging pockets on my sweats from collecting side bets

Nigga I rap like I can't drive, ho, so buckle your belts

Technology stealth, quality reputation intact

Cause I kept it so true with myself

And the streets never fronted, everything one hundred

A couple haters hating but fuck it you gotta love it

Make sure all the bases covered, every slice of bread buttered

Keep the safe flooded, easy bake oven, cakes coming

Pretty bitch who know what's up but won't say nothing

Keep the boat afloat, loose lips

Get your feet tied to the bricks, facetime with the fish

This is Godfather 4, shit sick like swine flu

Sore throat, runny eyes, bloody nose

Coke loads tossed from the boat

Frog man bring it in, operation battle toad

Code name, cold game, Coltrane in my Ghost, let me roll

Hook:

Godfather 4, Godfather 4

Godfather 4, Godfather 4

Ceiling solid gold, Italian marble floors

Godfather 4, Godfather 4

Godfather 4, Godfather 4

Godfather 4, Godfather 4

The topic major dough behind closed doors

Suckas will never know, Godfather 4

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Yeah, it's me, 2 tons of copper wire from construction sites

A rack of minks, pure gold Iraqi links

Angled in my taco meat, I bought my son's team

Soccer cleats, elevated visions from the chopper seat

Rims spin just like spaghetti on the pasta fork

Billy Crystal kissed my cheek before the Oscars

He said "It was my pleasure," I said "Don't touch my leather"

Then I hopped a flight to Denver, later that night

They taking pictures from the van outside the carnival

See me doing business with the manager of Arsenal

The goalie's fingers in the box with the cannolis

It's Christmas time, I bought the Kobes for the little homies

Pictures with the jockey in the winners circle

Triple crown on, all brown on

Suddenly my frown's gone, Dog Pound Don

Quarter-pounder with no sound on, cleaner than Calgon

Ah man, Godfather 4, Godfather 4

Johnny gotta go, Johnny gotta go

Fly Larry in at 2 and then he's gone by 4

Cause Johnny's gotta go, it's Godfather 4

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