442 Lyrics


[Verse 1: Curren$y]
442 442
Im burnin gas like a 442
Im rollin past that BMW
That new shit pretty, these old-schools move
I ride city-to-city, my motor fine-tuned
Ive got your girl with me, she so unfollowed you
Im a paper on paper mission, caper to count the loot
We super fly fishin, weve got some Gucci shoes
Started with no pot to piss in, now I smoke pot and kick it
Beautiful stranger 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 Ive driven
Only focus is gettin in the door
So we ripped it up off the fuckin hinges like:
Wheres the dope? We know its in here
already told us, give it here
Can we ball? So high on this motherfuckin jet
Check my rhymes, I aint totalled, I get

[Hook]
442 442
Im burnin gas like a 442
We comin through, convertibles and coupes
My OG told me smash anything in front you
442 442
Im burnin gas like a 442
Convertibles and coupes
If its bout that cash, theres no tellin what well do

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Money to the ceiling
Pimpin is a gift I opened way too early
Like my hair curly, redbone curvy
Make em run from this
Alright, lipstick on my boxers these bitches love my posture
Quick frankly Im Sinatra Im shark and you tilapia
Ive got on payroll, but I grab my binoculars
Im lookin for my reason to tell my I dont need em
Alright revenge taste better than pussy
Man, aint got no purple, gotta get it from Whoopi
Imma put it in your mouth, I dont know how else to put it
I bet they aint fuckin with me, wheres the
Alright, Im a motherfucker, quote-on-quote
She ride this dick like it came off the showroom floor
Lil Tunechi aka No Baking Soda Im high, Lamar Odom
Im smokin like a motor

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
We poppin off
We get to stuntin you know its bang or ball
Rollin off slidin free we clear them streets
Third wall, we bend them niggas
Reppin mines to the end, my nigga
High life, we cant fake so well show them niggas
Take they bitches bring em home
Stunna holla bang and ball
Layin low in my old school
Top back for my old cool
stay fly in that Bentley Coupe
Told my bitch how to get this money
Showed a bitch how to get this money
Pimpin hoes, we pimp this game
Got the money, we kept on runnin
Hard top and that new school
Drop top and that new school
Roof wide open out the pound with them big tools
What up? We in this jungle
What up? We keep it bumpin
What up? We shine and hustle
What up?

[Outro]
442 442
Im burnin gas like a 442
We comin through, convertibles and coupes
My OG told me smash anything in front you
442 442
Im burnin gas like a 442
We comin through, convertibles and coupes
If its bout that cash, theres no tellin what well do

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