Godfather 4
(专辑: The Drive In Theatre - 2014)
[Curren$y:] (Fatality, fatality) Drive-In Theatre Before the
curtains drawn, we was getting it on 'Til day turn dark and dusk becomes dawn Wiping my cars off, putting my jewels on My pinky 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 Nigga, 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 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 coming Pretty bitch 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, shit 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 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 Suckas will never know, Godfather 4
[Action Bronson:] Yeah, it's me, two 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
winner's 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 two and then he's gone by four Cause Johnny gotta go, it's Godfather 4