Kuatro Ka$h - Big 4

OBJ I might run a fade a nigga gon' get dragged
And yo' bae come to see me play she say I'm in my bag
Over celebrate each time I score go head and throw that flag
Like I'm Minshew tryna grow my stash don't play for the jags
He got 6 this week I make that shit in like one play
Primetime I ball like Deion Sanders on a Sunday
Put em' in they place they can't be fuckin' with my Feng Shui
I might fly her out but shorty for the streets her ticket 1 way
I get 9 to 5 money in 120 minutes
Spend my time makin' it I'm fast when I spend it
Hear my track they say run it back aye DJ spin it
I got paper I go off the dome don't care where that pen at
Stu my home but I like to own nigga I ain't no tenant
Work on windows by that window bro still come through with that mac
Got that indo what it's hittin' for bro still tryna move that pack
Gave up info to them pigs though we ain't know he was a rat
Cash it's gon' grow money gon' get tall
Too easy free throw no choice but to ball
Guap inside my pockets not my wallet had to switch it up
Thigh pads on my legs so if you fumble I'm gon' pick it up
I put on a show then I leave with your ho ok
I put on a show then I leave with your ho ok
I be where that money at and you don't got the lo ok
Still throw up my 4 you know it's still RIP Lo ok
Get the loot then I leave
Big 4 but you know it's rest up 3
With my brother his nickname LA he from the 213
Just like the weed zaza punchin' niggas like it's creed
I came up from the dirt but now I'm gettin' green she wanna suck my seed
I'm good I don't need company Ben Frank is all I need
I'm joggin' through the race they don't know how I took the lead
Yeah I'm that indeed fasho'
You see me money movin'
Book me for a show I tell the ho's fasho' they comin' to it
Racks in my relay I'm on a chase I'm always runnin' to it
Do this rap shit and this cash shit it's nothing to it
He all talk I know he bluffin' though that nigga not gon' do it
But my cash it's gon' grow money gon' get tall
Too easy free throw no choice but to ball
Guap inside my pocket not my wallet had to switch it up
Thigh pads on my legs so if you fumble I'm gon' pick it up
I put on a show then I leave with ya' ho ok
I put on a show and then I leave with ya' ho ok
I be where that money at and you don't got the lo ok
Still throw up my 4 you know it's still RIP Lo ok
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Written by:
William Johnson IV

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