Curren$y - Godfather 4 lyrics

(feat. Action Bronson) [Intro: Curren$y] (Fatality, fatality) Drive-In Theatre [Verse 1: Curren$y] Before the curtains drawn, we was getting it on 'til day turn dark and dusk becomes dawn Wiping my cars off, putting my j**els on My pinkie ring show and prove who's the true Don We making moves that make the news They tryna 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 Bulging pockets on my sweats from collecting side bets n***a I rap like I can't drive, ho, so buckle your belts Technology stealth, quality reputation intact Cause I kept it so trill with myself And the streets never fronted, everything one hunnit A couple haters hating but f** it you gotta love it Make sure all the bases covered, every slice of bread bu*tered Keep the safe flooded, easy bake oven, cakes coming Pretty b**h who know what's up but won't say nothing Keep the boat afloat, loose lips Get your feet tied to the bricks, facetime with the fish This is Godfather 4, sh** sick like swine flu Sore throat, runny eyes, bloody nose Coke loads tossed from the boat Frog man bring it in, operation battle toad Code name, cold game, Coltrane in my Ghost, let me roll [Hook] Godfather 4, Godfather 4 Godfather 4, Godfather 4 Ceiling solid gold, Italian marble floors Godfather 4, Godfather 4 Godfather 4, Godfather 4 Godfather 4, Godfather 4 The topic major dough behind closed doors s**as will never know, Godfather 4 [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yeah, it's me, 2 tons of copper wire from construction sites A rack of minks, pure gold Iraqi links Tangled 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 taking pictures from the van outside the carnival See me doing 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 4, Godfather 4 Johnny gotta go, Johnny gotta go Fly Larry in at 2 and then he's gone by 4 Cause Johnny's gotta go, it's Godfather 4