442 Songtext

We super fly fishin', we've got some Gucci shoes
Started with no pot to piss in, now I smoke pot and kick it
Beautiful stranger vicious, tryna get more familiar
New Orleans know I feel 'em, wherever I go, I bring 'em
Real niggas in the building, smoked out any whip I've driven
Only focus is gettin' in the door
So we ripped it, up off the fuckin' hinges like:
"Where's the dope? We know it's in here"
Niggas already told us, give it here
Fuck can we ball? So high on this motherfuckin' jet
Check my rhymes, I ain't totalled, I get nigga

[Hook: Curren$y]
442, 442
I'm burnin' gas like a 442
We comin' through, convertibles and coupes
My OG told me "smash anything in front you"
442, 442
I'm burnin' gas like a 442
We comin' through, convertibles and coupes And if it's 'bout that cash, no tellin' what we'll do

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Money to the ceiling
Pimpin' is a gift I opened way too early
Like my hoes hair curly, redbone curvy
Make 'em run from this dick like Jack and John curse it
Alright, lipstick on my boxers, these pimps fuck up my posture
Quite frankly I'm Sinatra, I'm shark and you tilapia
I've got shooters on payroll, but I grab my binoculars
I'm lookin' for a reason to tell my shooters I don't need 'em
Alright, revenge taste better than pussy
Man, ain't got no purple, gotta get it from Whoopi
I'mma put it in your mouth, I don't know how else to put it
I bet they ain't fuckin' with me, nigga where's the bucket?
Alright, I'm a motherfucker, quote-on-quote
She ride this dick like it came off the showroom floor
Lil' Tunechi aka No Baking Soda, I'm high, Lamar Odom
I'm smokin' like a motor
442, bitch

[Hook: Curren$y]
442, 442
I'm burnin' gas like a 442
We comin' through, convertibles and coupes
My OG told me "smash anything in front you"
442, 442
I'm burnin' gas like a 442
We comin' through, convertibles and coupes
And if it's 'bout that cash, no tellin' what we'll do

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Fuck pussy ass niggas
We poppin' off
We get to stuntin', you know it's bang or ball
Rollin' off, slidin' free
Choppas spray, we clear them streets
Third wall, we bend them niggas
Reppin' mines to the end, my nigga
High life, we can't fake this niggas
Fuck them niggas, we'll show them niggas
Take they bitches, bring 'em home
Stunna holla, bitch we bang and ball
Layin' low in my old school
Top back for my old cool
Give you niggas some fresh game
Stay fly in that Bentley Coupe
Told my niggas how to get this money
Showed them niggas how to get this money
Pimpin' hoes, we pimp this game
Got the money, we kept on runnin'
Hard top in that new school
Drop top in that new school
Roof wide open nigga
Al Capone with them big tools
What up five? We in this jungle
What up five? We keep it bumpin'
What up five? We shine and hustle
What up five? Brreh

[Hook: Curren$y]
442, 442
I'm burnin' gas like a 442
We comin' through, convertibles and coupes
My OG told me "smash anything in front you"
442, 442
I'm burnin' gas like a 442
We comin' through, convertibles and coupes
And if it's 'bout that cash, no tellin' what we'll do