Godfather 4 Lyrics - Curren$y

[Produced by Nesby Phips] 

[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 

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[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 

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