4 Dat Money

歌手: Lil Poppa YTB FATT CMG The Label • 专辑:Gangsta Art 2 (Deluxe) • 发布时间:2023-10-03
作词 : cavon paige/Darryl Clemons/Janarious Wheeler/Kevin Andre Price/Tahj Morgan
 作曲 : cavon paige/Darryl Clemons/Janarious Wheeler/Kevin Andre Price/Tahj Morgan
I'm in LA with the growers
See you going for dog sh*t right here, nigga, how many you need?
Nigga, place your order
Or you can get this amount for this amount
Nigga, nigga, keep 'em comin'
I was gon' die about this sh*t for free, imagine what I'll do for that money
If you tryin' to be around better have a voucher
I don't know if you gon' shoot your pistol for me
When you see me, you gon' see a smacker
These niggas round me ready to tie up a woman
Bagg say, "Stay out the hood, boy, them millions comin' "
Six chains on, totin' a hundred
That little ass money these niggas uploaded, l done thumbed through it and spunt it
Nigga, this sh*t on my neck, this sh*t hunchin', sex
The sh*t they did, I done
Nigga, this sh*t came quick, how?
l got foxes across the country
Before this deal, you could ask my city
Nigga, I was gettin 'em hit before the money
Been had the power, now I got the cheese
Sh*t ain't funny
l put this sh*t on they head like a scrunchie
Switches, frrt, bump down hundreds
l kept this sh*t on order like a function
The last nigga just won't leave my conscious
We made 'em eat that sh*t like the munchies
In my family, I take care of the womans
Nigga, I'll pay 'em if you hit his tummy
Nigga, I'm cashin' out whoever done it
If he make the news by Sunday, nigga, you'll have that sh*t on Monday
Have them youngins spin that b***h so many times, they just think I'm giving money out
Rich junkie, b***h, I do this sh*t 'cause I can afford the high
Broke dummies, why come beef with us? You can't afford to die
Up at 6 AM, I'm geeking, thirty left to 7
ln here high as hell tweakin', feel like I'm close to heaven
They hit the lights, fire up a Black & Mild before he say he smell me
Tell 'em niggas that's me ridin' foreign in the city
Four choppas in that decoy back there trailing
Fly the b***h to LA, no this ain't no vacay, ho, you mailing
Told her once l f**k, don't give that sh*t away unless you selling it
Don't make my young nigga kill a p***y today, right now he celibate
I'll self defense a nigga, don't forget, I ain't got no felonies
I'm in LA with the growers
See you going for dog sh*t right here, nigga, how many you need?
Nigga, place your order
Or you can get this amount for this amount
Nigga, nigga, keep 'em comin'
I was gon' die about this sh*t for free, imagine what I'll do for that money
I'll pull up back street post up with some grave diggers
Tell them boys, "Don't @me, ain't even tryna play wit'ya"
B***h pull up at 3 AM, we f**kin', l can't lay wit' ya
Soon as I'm done busting, get to trucking, I can't stay wit' ya
Glock came with a Hellcat, nigga, this a Dodge pistol
"Poppa, where the hell ya at?" Bet I ain't tryna dodge niggas
Rappers talkin' 'bout let's work, but I can't lie, I charge niggas
l can't lie, I'm scarred, but them Perkies heal my heart
They know it ain't safe out after dark
I'm in LA with the growers
See you going for dog sh*t right here, nigga, how many you need?
Nigga, place your order
Or you can get this amount for this amount
Nigga, nigga, keep 'em comin'
l was gon' die about this sh*t for free, imagine what I'll do for that money
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