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Featuring Lil Wayne & Birdman [Verse 1: Curren$y] 442, 442 I'm burnin' gas like a 442 I'm rollin' past that BMW That new shit pretty, these old-schools move I ride city-to-city, my motor fine-tuned I've got your girl with me, she so unfollowed you I'm a paper on paper mission, caper to count the loot We super fly fishin', we've got some Gucci shoes Started with no pot to piss in, now I smoke pot and kick it Beautiful stranger vicious, tryna get more familiar New Orleans know I feel 'em, wherever I go, I bring 'em Real niggas in the building, smoked out any whip I've driven Only focus is gettin' in the door So we ripped it, up off the fuckin' hinges like: "Where's the dope? We know it's in here" Niggas already told us, give it here Fuck can we ball? So high on this motherfuckin' jet Check my rhymes, I ain't totalled, I get nigga [Hook: Curren$y] 442, 442 I'm burnin' gas like a 442 We comin' through, convertibles and coupes Letras de cancionesMy 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 From Letras Mania