CURREN$Y - Vintage Vineyard lyrics

rate me

Open fireplaces

Me and my lady back home from a wine tasting

The scene was crazy, millionaires of all shades and trades exchanging jokes

Helicopters chopping as we smoke

Plotting on a way to get this cash cow roped up and tied down

Snipers outside my compound

Inside we pow wow, been doing this for some time now

Andretti most slept on like your big homies couch

I'm from New Orleans, you'll get crept on and X'd out

And we like, damn we was just talking to homie

Stretched EMS threw them covers on him

But them children already seen it

3 in the morning, woke his whole family up with that screaming

Visions of hits, niggas dying, living in shit

I'm just writing 'bout it, lighting my exotic

Call it like 8 ball corner pocket, drop it

Don Corleone : My wife is crying upstairs. I hear cars coming to the house

Tom Hagen : I was about to come up and wake you so that I could tell you

Don Corleone: But you needed a drink first. And now you've had your drink

Tom Hagen: They shot Sonny on the causeway. He's dead

Real niggas have died over a bitches lives

I know my brother would ride if ever, but never

The corporation grow forever even when I'm gone

Play my shit and light your bong, life goes on

We family, I'm there for you, right or wrong

They gonna have to get us all the same way, dog

Tears in, sunroof top, the doja in the wind

Mami, it don't stop, you know you tryna get in

Dipping up the block with a G like him

These is rare events

To live another way doesn't make sense

Don Corleone : I want no inquiries made.

I want no acts of vengeance. I want you to arrange a meeting with the heads of the Five Families

This war stops now