4gn Mari - Want That Money (feat. Phipps Peso & Macintoshhh)

4GN!
(HEY!)
I want that money, want that money, want that money (Want that money)
Im 4GN, Stuck On Money, Stuck On Money (4’s, 4’s)
Remember them days, we was down bad, yeah we had nothing
Now we going up, all these fake friends coming (I swear)
They keep on coming, keep on coming, keep on coming
Say you a rider, are you sliding, are you coming (Are you coming)
You sip that lean, you gone turn into a zombie (Sipping lean)
These niggas fiends, they keep coming, they keep coming
Yeah, we the money team, it keep coming, it keep coming
Sipping too much lean, stomach hurting, you gone vomit
My brothers straight, we forever cuz they 100, yeah
Yeah Im the ape, Im in the jungle like Jumanji
With them rastas, they gone pop ya
Yeah Im on the come up, Im a outlier
Jaybo let it down, that’s a droptop (Skrr)
Yeah we doing henny, not no vodka
Niggas popping percs like aleve
It’s a slime world, you better watch where you sneeze
I dont gotta pay her, she gone get down on her knees
Yeah I ball like Michael, I aint talking bout Creed, oh
(HEY!)
I want that money, want that money, want that money (Want that money)
Im 4GN, Stuck On Money, Stuck On Money (4’s, 4’s)
Remember them days, we was down bad, yeah we had nothing
Now we going up, all these fake friends coming (I swear)
They keep on coming, keep on coming, keep on coming
Say you a rider, are you sliding, are you coming (Are you coming)
You sip that lean, you gone turn into a zombie (Sipping lean)
These niggas fiends, they keep coming, they keep coming
I need that money, need that paper, need that peso
It’s so hard when I get it, need to let go
Im inside Phipps with like 10 on me
She wanna go and switch the vin on me
Fake love, fake friends, dont pretend to be
I came from nothing, ran it up, I got 20 G’s
Nigga Ima put ya down like a wrestler (Like a wrestler)
No keys to the coupe, this a Tesla (Skrr)
(Yeah yeah)
No top on it, woah
Put the drop on it, woah
With the rock on it, yeah
I got rocks on me, yeah
I got bands on me, yeah
I got cash on me, yeah
(Yeah yeah)
(HEY!)
I want that money, want that money, want that money (Want that money)
Im 4GN, Stuck On Money, Stuck On Money (4’s, 4’s)
Remember them days, we was down bad, yeah we had nothing
Now we going up, all these fake friends coming (I swear)
They keep on coming, keep on coming, keep on coming
Say you a rider, are you sliding, are you coming (Are you coming)
You sip that lean, you gone turn into a zombie (Sipping lean)
These niggas fiends, they keep coming, they keep coming
(Yeah)
I want that money, want that money, want that money (Where my money?)
Dropped out of school and they said I was a dummy
Them dirty jeans, nigga remember I was scummy
Jumped off the porch with no daddy or no money
Yeah, when I was 15, standing on the corner
I get it on my own, niggas left me in the jungle
Before I ask you for a loan, nigga Ima serve my uncle
Aint no talking on the phone
Im at the spot, yeah with 100 and I wont stop until its sold out
And when I pull up, red carpets, they gone roll out
And I dont want the bitch unless she got her toes out
And every show I pull up at, you know I show out
MAC!
(HEY!)
I want that money, want that money, want that money (Want that money)
Im 4GN, Stuck On Money, Stuck On Money (4’s, 4’s)
Remember them days, we was down bad, yeah we had nothing
Now we going up, all these fake friends coming (I swear)
They keep on coming, keep on coming, keep on coming
Say you a rider, are you sliding, are you coming (Are you coming)
You sip that lean, you gone turn into a zombie (Sipping lean)
These niggas fiends, they keep coming, they keep coming

Written by:
Jamari Allen

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