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  • [Verse 1: Curren$y]
  • 442… 442…
  • I’m burnin’ gas like a 442
  • I’m rollin’ past that BMW
  • That new shit pretty, these old-schools move
  • I ride city-to-city, my motor fine-tuned
  • I’ve got your girl with me, she so unfollowed you
  • I’m a paper on paper mission, caper to count the loot
  • We super fly fishin’, we’ve got some Gucci shoes
  • Started with no pot to piss in, now I smoke pot and kick it
  • Beautiful stranger… tryna get more familiar
  • New Orleans know I feel ‘em – wherever I go, I bring ‘em
  • Real niggas in the building, smoked out any whip I’ve driven
  • Only focus is gettin’ in the door
  • So we ripped it up off the *****in’ hinges like:
  • “Where’s the dope? We know it’s in here”
  • …already told us, give it here
  • Can we ball? So high on this mother*****in’ jet
  • Check my rhymes, I ain’t totalled, I get…
  • [Hook]
  • 442… 442…
  • I’m burnin’ gas like a 442
  • We comin’ through, convertibles and coupes
  • My OG told me “smash anything in front you”
  • 442… 442…
  • I’m burnin’ gas like a 442
  • Convertibles and coupes…
  • If it’s ’bout that cash, there’s no tellin’ what we’ll do
  • [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  • Money to the ceiling…
  • Pimpin’ is a gift I opened way too early
  • Like my… hair curly, redbone curvy
  • Make ‘em run from this…
  • Alright, lipstick on my boxers – these *****es love my posture
  • Quick frankly I’m Sinatra – I’m shark and you tilapia
  • I’ve got… on payroll, but I grab my binoculars
  • I’m lookin’ for my reason to tell my… I don’t need ‘em
  • Alright – revenge taste better than *****
  • Man, ain’t got no purple, gotta get it from Whoopi
  • I’mma put it in your mouth, I don’t know how else to put it
  • I bet they ain’t *****in’ with me, where’s the…
  • Alright, I’m a mother*****er, quote-on-quote
  • She ride this dick like it came off the showroom floor
  • Lil’ Tunechi aka No Baking Soda – I’m high, Lamar Odom
  • I’m smokin’ like a motor…
  • [Hook]
  • [Verse 3: Birdman]
  • We poppin’ off…
  • We get to stuntin’ – you know it’s bang or ball
  • Rollin’ off – slidin’ free… we clear them streets
  • Third wall, we bend them niggas
  • Reppin’ mines to the end, my nigga
  • High life, we can’t fake… so we’ll show them niggas
  • Take they *****es… bring ‘em home
  • Stunna holla… bang and ball
  • Layin’ low in my old school
  • Top back for my old cool
  • …stay fly in that Bentley Coupe
  • Told my ***** how to get this money
  • Showed a ***** how to get this money
  • Pimpin’ hoes, we pimp this game
  • Got the money, we kept on runnin’
  • Hard top and that new school
  • Drop top and that new school
  • Roof wide open… out the pound with them big tools
  • What up? We in this jungle
  • What up? We keep it bumpin’
  • What up? We shine and hustle
  • What up?
  • [Outro]
  • 442… 442…
  • I’m burnin’ gas like a 442
  • We comin’ through, convertibles and coupes
  • My OG told me “smash anything in front you”
  • 442… 442…
  • I’m burnin’ gas like a 442
  • We comin’ through, convertibles and coupes
  • If it’s ’bout that cash, there’s no tellin’ what we’ll do

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