Currensy - 442 Lyrics
[Verse 1: Curren$y]442… 442…I’m burnin’ gas like a 442I’m rollin’ past that BMWThat new shit pretty, these old-schools moveI ride city-to-city, my motor fine-tunedI’ve got your girl with me, she so unfollowed youI’m a paper on paper mission, caper to count the lootWe super fly fishin’, we’ve got some Gucci shoesStarted with no pot to piss in, now I smoke pot and kick itBeautiful stranger… tryna get more familiarNew Orleans know I feel ‘em – wherever I go, I bring ‘emReal niggas in the building, smoked out any whip I’ve drivenOnly focus is gettin’ in the doorSo we ripped it up off the *****in’ hinges like:“Where’s the dope? We know it’s in here”…already told us, give it hereCan we ball? So high on this mother*****in’ jetCheck my rhymes, I ain’t totalled, I get…[Hook]442… 442…I’m burnin’ gas like a 442We comin’ through, convertibles and coupesMy OG told me “smash anything in front you”442… 442…I’m burnin’ gas like a 442Convertibles 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 earlyLike my… hair curly, redbone curvyMake ‘em run from this…Alright, lipstick on my boxers – these *****es love my postureQuick frankly I’m Sinatra – I’m shark and you tilapiaI’ve got… on payroll, but I grab my binocularsI’m lookin’ for my reason to tell my… I don’t need ‘emAlright – revenge taste better than *****Man, ain’t got no purple, gotta get it from WhoopiI’mma put it in your mouth, I don’t know how else to put itI bet they ain’t *****in’ with me, where’s the…Alright, I’m a mother*****er, quote-on-quoteShe ride this dick like it came off the showroom floorLil’ Tunechi aka No Baking Soda – I’m high, Lamar OdomI’m smokin’ like a motor…[Hook][Verse 3: Birdman]We poppin’ off…We get to stuntin’ – you know it’s bang or ballRollin’ off – slidin’ free… we clear them streetsThird wall, we bend them niggasReppin’ mines to the end, my niggaHigh life, we can’t fake… so we’ll show them niggasTake they *****es… bring ‘em homeStunna holla… bang and ballLayin’ low in my old schoolTop back for my old cool…stay fly in that Bentley CoupeTold my ***** how to get this moneyShowed a ***** how to get this moneyPimpin’ hoes, we pimp this gameGot the money, we kept on runnin’Hard top and that new schoolDrop top and that new schoolRoof wide open… out the pound with them big toolsWhat up? We in this jungleWhat up? We keep it bumpin’What up? We shine and hustleWhat up?[Outro]442… 442…I’m burnin’ gas like a 442We comin’ through, convertibles and coupesMy OG told me “smash anything in front you”442… 442…I’m burnin’ gas like a 442We comin’ through, convertibles and coupesIf it’s ’bout that cash, there’s no tellin’ what we’ll do
