[Intro: from "Super Fly"] "Alright you seen the dice, now let me see your money"
[Hook: Curren$y] Smelling like weed and Versace Whips on blades like hockey skates I already know them hoes watching Niggas on side them they gon' hate I ain't really worrying about them This our time now, little homie gotta wait Try to control your face Hide your emotions, don't let everybody know it Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling (Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion) Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling Watch the Godfather, gangsta pictures in motion Motion, picture my nigga, picture us rolling
[Verse 1: Curren$y] Michael Corleone, presidential Rollie on Closet full of Jordan, Foams, Penny Ones What they want, type of shit they on We sling dope 'around here, dope tracks ma Dope boy rides I buy, five outside Three at mom's crib, she start 'em every now and then Underground, though the word is I'm getting kinda big Me, Roddy, and Trade smoke hella J's with Puff n'em Come out with, grew up with, blew up with these niggas I was standing in the front black 6's Taking pictures with our best bitches Bottom mama, that money pirahna Go deep in that water, before I eat another bitch whole body I promise that I can tell you all about it How the boy made a million, by spitting about chilling with his partners Find me a lighter
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[Verse 2: Cornerboy P] We study long, study wrong And shit, I got fast stocks to make sure my money long Got paper, I'm getting to and got dollars I'm waiting on They say life's a trip, but I don't see 'em on flights I'm on Might see me in your city with bitches you're dying to fuck I'm hopping out the kind of cars you wish you had keys for Mother of pearl dial, double raw begetted up Buy it, re-paint it, rim it up, you already know it's us Who else riding this clean, or burning weed this strong Making bitches leave home with their wedding rings off Nigga JLR, from these hoes to these Raws Know the life was just, only revolves around dough And when they sense you getting rich, everybody plays you close And I'm buying the same shit, tell me that I'm doing the most {But I love the hard top, kinda like it when it's dry?} They gon' hit me anyway, fuck 'em, thinking why not nigga, what
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[Verse 3: Curren$y] The flight was two and a half hours From New Orleans to NYC Car service brung me to the Trump Tower Got this one cougar thing lounging - luxury housing Divorce settlement, bitch came out big Nice couches, love, condo had columns Ain't have to say shit, body language spoke volumes Did what we wanted, disappear before the morning Text message when she rose Let me know I got the best of her and she woke up horny And at my earliest convenience she would want more If only, I didn't have another flight to catch, it'd be fa sho My clock froze on check out time That means I always gotta go
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