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 f..ck 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