Currensy - Godfather 4 Lyrics
[Intro: Curren$y](FatalityFatality)Drive-In Theatre[Verse 1: Curren$y]Uh, before the curtain drum, we was gettin' it onTil day turn dark and dusk becomes dawnWipin' my cars off, puttin' my jewels onMy pinkie ring show and prove who's the true DonWe makin' moves that make the news, they tryin' to makeMovies about it, but we ain't even stop yetThis hustle still in progress due to do processCoupes like jets, fly through setsBulgin' pockets on my sweats from collectin' side betsNigga I rap like I can't drive, ho, so buckle yo beltsTechnology stealth, quality reputation intactCause I kept it so true with myself and the streets never frontedEverything one hunnitA couple haters hatin' but ***** it you gotta love itMake sure all the bases covered, every slice of bread butteredKeep the safe flooded, easy bake oven, cakes comin'Pretty ***** you know what's up but won't say nothin'Keep the boat afloatLoose lips, get your feet tied to the bricks, facetime with the fishThis is Godfather fourShit sick like swine flu, so throughRunny eyes, bloody nose, coat loads tossed from the boatFrog man bring it in, operation battle toeCode name, cold game, cold train in my GhostLet me roll[Hook]Godfather four, Godfather fourGodfather four, Godfather fourCeilin' solid gold, Italian marble floorsGodfather four, Godfather fourGodfather four, Godfather fourGodfather four, Godfather fourThe topic major dough behind closed doorsSuckas will never know, Godfather four[Verse 2: Action Bronson]Yeah, it's meTwo tons of copper wire from construction sitesA rack of minksPure gold Iraqi linksAngled in my taco meatI bought my son's team soccer cleatsElevated visions from the chopper seatRims spin just like spaghetti on the pasta forkBilly Crystal kissed my cheek before the OscarsHe said "it was my pleasure"I said "don't touch my leather"Then I hopped a flight to DenverLater that night they takin' pictures from the van outside the carnivalSee me doin' business with the manager of ArsenalThe goalie's fingers in the box with the cannolisIt's Christmas time, I bought the Kobes for the little homiesPictures with the jockey in the winners circleTriple crown on, all brown onSuddenly my frown's gone, Dog Pound DonQuarter-pounder with no sound onCleaner than Calgon, ah manGodfather four, godfather fourJohnny gotta go, Johnny gotta goFly Larry in at twoAnd then he's gone by fourCause Johnny's gotta goIt's Godfather Four
