CMG The Label, Lil Poppa and YTB Fatt - 4 Dat Money
Uh, yeahUh, uh
Ha, I'm in LA with the growers (these goin' for dirt cheap 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 'bout this shit for free, imagine what I do for that money
Nigga tryna 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, I done thumbed through it and spunt it
Nigga, this shit on my neck, this shit hunchin', sex
The shit they did I done
Nigga, this shit came quick, how? I 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
Shit ain't funny
I put this shit on they head like a scrunchie
Switches, frrt, bump down hundreds
I kept this shit on order like a function
The last nigga just won't leave my conscious
We made 'em eat that shit like the munchies
In my family, I take care of the womans
Nigga, I'll pay if you hit his tummy
Nigga, I'm cashin' out whoever done it (frrt)
If he made the news by Sunday, nigga, you'll have that shit on Monday (you'll have that shit on Monday)
Have them youngins spin that bitch so many times
They just think I'm givin' money out (they just think I'm givin' money out)
Rich junkie, bitch, I do this shit 'cause I can afford the high (I can afford the high)
Broke dummies, why come beef with us? You can't afford to die (can't afford it)
Up at six am, I'm geekin' (uh), thirty left to seven (seven)
In here high as hell tweakin', feel like I'm close to heaven (feel like I'm close)
They hit the lights, fire up a Black & Mild before he say he smell me (before he say he smell me)
Tell them niggas know that's me ridin foreign in the city
Four choppas in that decoy back there trailin' (decoy back there trailin')
Fly the bitch to LA, no, this ain't no vacay, ho, you mailin' (yeah, ho, you mailin')
Told her once I fuck, don't give that shit away unless you sellin' it (unless you sellin' it)
Don't make my young nigga kill a pussy today, right now he celibate (right now)
I'll self defense a nigga (uh), don't forget I ain't got no felonies (felonies)
Ha, I'm in LA with the growers (these goin' for dirt cheap 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 'bout this shit for free, imagine what I do for that money
I'll pull up back street (uh), post up with some grave diggers (grave diggers)
Tell them boys, "Don't at me (uh), I ain't even tryna play with ya" (I ain't even tryna play with ya)
Bitch pull up at three am (uh), we fuckin', I can't lay with ya (no, I can't lay with ya)
Soon as I'm done bustin' (uh, uh), get to truckin', I can't stay with ya (no, I can't stay with ya)
Glock came with a Hellcat (uh), nigga, this a Dodge pistol (nigga, this a Dodge pistol)
"Poppa, where the hell ya at?" Bet, I ain't tryna dodge niggas (no, I ain't tryna talk, nah)
Rappers talkin' 'bout, "Let's work", but I can't lie, I charge niggas (I can't lie, I charge niggas)
I can't lie, I'm scarred (yeah), but them Perkies heal my heart (but them Perkies heal my heart, bitch)
They know it ain't safe out right after dark
Ha, I'm in LA with the growers (these goin' for dirt cheap right here, nigga, how many you need?)
Nigga, place your order (know you can get this amount for this amount)
Nigga, nigga, keep 'em comin'
I was gon' die 'bout this shit for free, imagine what I do for that money
Uh, uh, ain't got time neither
Written by:
Cavon Paige, Darryl Clemons, Janarious Wheeler, Kevin Andre Price, Tahj Morgan
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