Curren$y - Godfather 4 Lyrics
feat. Action Bronson[Intro: Curren$y](Fatality, fatality)Drive-In Theatre[Verse 1: Curren$y]Before the curtain drum, we was getting it on'til day turn dark and dusk becomes dawnWiping my cars off, putting my jewels onMy pinkie ring show and prove who's the true DonWe making moves that make the newsThey tryna make movies about it, but we ain't even stop yetThis hustle still in progress due to do processCoupes like jets, fly through setsBulging pockets on my sweats from collecting side betsNigga I rap like I can't drive, ho, so buckle your beltsTechnology stealth, quality reputation intactCause I kept it so true with myselfAnd the streets never fronted, everything one hunnitA couple haters hating but ***** it you gotta love itMake sure all the bases covered, every slice of bread butteredKeep the safe flooded, easy bake oven, cakes comingPretty ***** who know what's up but won't say nothingKeep the boat afloat, loose lipsGet your feet tied to the bricks, facetime with the fishThis is Godfather 4, shit sick like swine fluSore throat, runny eyes, bloody noseCoke loads tossed from the boatFrog man bring it in, operation battle toadCode name, cold game, Coltrane in my Ghost, let me roll[Hook]Godfather 4, Godfather 4Godfather 4, Godfather 4Ceiling solid gold, Italian marble floorsGodfather 4, Godfather 4Godfather 4, Godfather 4Godfather 4, Godfather 4The topic major dough behind closed doorsSuckas will never know, Godfather 4[Verse 2: Action Bronson]Yeah, it's me, 2 tons of copper wire from construction sitesA rack of minks, pure gold Iraqi linksAngled in my taco meat, I bought my son's teamSoccer cleats, elevated 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 Denver, later that nightThey taking pictures from the van outside the carnivalSee me doing 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 on, cleaner than CalgonAh man, Godfather 4, Godfather 4Johnny gotta go, Johnny gotta goFly Larry in at 2 and then he's gone by 4Cause Johnny's gotta go, it's Godfather 4
