P.O.S - 4 Ring$ (feat. Snow Ace & Jade)

Once again it's Sound Raider
(Recording district it's agent black master b, we have a 138 in progress)
Avalanche Mix

Hey!
We're popping bottles Hennessey
I see you want the end of me
But the thing is I won't back out till I ball and get more paper (Pos, leggo)

If I say I ain't doing music for the money then I'm lying (On God)
I'm tryna make so much money from this gig
So I'll always cashout smiling from the bank (Swear down)
So able God shower your blessings upon this boy (On me)
Cause I only got one life and I gats flex am (It's showtime)
So help me God (Yeah)

Tryna get this money for the Maybach
If u always hating, bitch you better stay back
Cause I'm steady working
For that paper
Tryna get the rings,the blings, all those fancy things (Say what!)
Before i meet my maker, this desire to excel comes from places deeper than I remember (Okay)
Its written deep in my DNA, so before you step up to me, be sure of what you gon say

(Aye)
Am related to OGs so i gotta rep em, ain't got no time for IG drama
I'm too busy tryna live my best life before I get caught up in the arms of karma
Cause in the end when its all over know, you wouldn't know until its really over
But before that I've got my fat eye rolling loud for that dollar sign
(Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr)

Hey!
We're popping bottles Hennessy
I see you want the end of me
But the thing is I won't back out till I ball and get more paper
Hey! (On God)
We're all cashing out and spending money like tomorrow's not there (Whoop)
Rock designers like it's normal and we really don't care
Cause we wanna make, we gotta make some choices to remember (Hey, Snow Ace, leggo)

(Uhh, aye)
I've been eating rappers for breakfast (Say what!)
I, hope one day I be getting Depay like Memphis (Damnnn! bruh)
Hey, shoutout to Dave, Sean X, Posi, Jade and Sir Lau (We see you bro)
Snow Ace dey drip and bad belle is allowed (Okay)

Cos I'm aiming at the clouds
Shooting for the stars(Say what!)
Stand out from the crowd
Spit a couple bars
I Do it with my pen
Swagg is for boys and class is for men (Yeah)
Ten over ten (Yup)
Hopped on a jet from Lasgidi to Mars (Yup, ooouuu)
Jupiter, Neptune and back into class (Skrrr)
Man, I've got 5 rings like Kobe
4 tracks and counting (Skrrr)
Forbes list, the target
Tell Mom I made it (Yup, aye)

If you can't stand us, head straight to the circus.
Cause you're a clown if you think that you would run us down
Oh na na na na ah
How can your hands put out firee?! (Oh na na na na ah)

(Aye)
Do it for the gang, do it for my city, abk connect, cashout with no billings (E)
I'mma pull up in a Ghost like Casper
Stickin to the game like plaster, Cause the boy fly like NASA (Splash, splash, splash)
I get bolder as I get older (Uhh, yah)
That's why I speak my mind, I don't need a mouth filter (Skrrr)
This is my come up story
So hit next if you're not a believer
(Uhh, phewwwww)

Been balling on beats like LeBron, slam dunking on punchlines, always hitting the spot
Yeah bullseye, who's that, new guy Snow Ace, 4 rings
And am chilling with one half of the 2 kings
Tryna write my name down in history with this fingers
Tryna find my way in this game with my ballers
I'm coming with that fire that'll force haters to retire
And best believe I'll keep going cause I'm never tired
(Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr)

Written by:
Damilola Ajao, Happiness Semilore, Olamiposi Fajorin

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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