Currensy – Godfather 4 lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]
(Fatality
Fatality)
Drive-In Theatre

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, before the curtain drum, we was gettin' it on
Til day turn dark and dusk becomes dawn
Wipin' my cars off, puttin' my jewels on
My pinkie ring show and prove who's the true Don
We makin' moves that make the news, they tryin' to make
Movies about it, but we ain't even stop yet
This hustle still in progress due to do process
Coupes like jets, fly through sets
Bulgin' pockets on my sweats from collectin' side bets
Nigga I rap like I can't drive, ho, so buckle yo belts
Technology stealth, quality reputation intact
Cause I kept it so true with myself and the streets never fronted
Everything one hunnit
A couple haters hatin' but fuck it you gotta love it
Make sure all the bases covered, every slice of bread buttered
Keep the safe flooded, easy bake oven, cakes comin'
Pretty bitch you know what's up but won't say nothin'
Keep the boat afloat
Loose lips, get your feet tied to the bricks, facetime with the fish
This is Godfather four
Shit sick like swine flu, so through
Runny eyes, bloody nose, coat loads tossed from the boat
Frog man bring it in, operation battle toe
Code name, cold game, cold train in my Ghost
Let me roll

[Hook:]
Godfather four, Godfather four
Godfather four, Godfather four
Ceilin' solid gold, Italian marble floors
Godfather four, Godfather four
Godfather four, Godfather four
Godfather four, Godfather four
The topic major dough behind closed doors
Suckas will never know, Godfather four

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yeah, it's me
Two tons of copper wire from construction sites
A rack of minks
Pure gold Iraqi links
Angled in my taco meat
I bought my son's team soccer cleats
Elevated visions from the chopper seat
Rims spin just like spaghetti on the pasta fork
Billy Crystal kissed my cheek before the Oscars
He said "it was my pleasure"
I said "don't touch my leather"
Then I hopped a flight to Denver
Later that night they takin' pictures from the van outside the carnival
See me doin' business with the manager of Arsenal
The goalie's fingers in the box with the cannolis
It's Christmas time, I bought the Kobes for the little homies
Pictures with the jockey in the winners circle
Triple crown on, all brown on
Suddenly my frown's gone, Dog Pound Don
Quarter-pounder with no sound on
Cleaner than Calgon, ah man
Godfather four, godfather four
Johnny gotta go, Johnny gotta go
Fly Larry in at two
And then he's gone by four
Cause Johnny's gotta go
It's Godfather Four