[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' with Yachts and Gucci shoes

Started with no pot to piss in, now I smoke pot and kick it

Beautiful stranger bitches trying to 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"

Hoes already told us, give it here

Fuck them, we ball, so high, on this motherfuckin' jet

Check my rhymes, I ain’t told a lie yet, nigga

[Chorus: 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

Convertibles and coupes

If it's 'bout that cash, there's 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 Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Alright, lipstick on my boxers, these pills fuck up my posture

Quick 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 my 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, where's the bookie

Alright, I'm a motherfucker, quote-un-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

[Chorus: 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

Convertibles and coupes

If it's 'bout that cash, there's no tellin' what we'll do

[Verse 3: Birdman]

We poppin' off

We get to stuntin', you know it's bang or ball

Rollin' off, slidin' free shopping spree we clear them streets

Third wall, we bend them niggas

Reppin' mines to the end, my nigga

High life, we can't fake [?] so we'll 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

Gave them niggas fresh game 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 nigga out the pound 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? Bugh

[Chorus: 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

Convertibles and coupes

If it's 'bout that cash, there's no tellin' what we'll do