Birdman, Lil Wayne, T-Pain and Drake - 4 My Town (Play Ball)
Yea, so priceless
Life so priceless nigga you understand me
Its just like that, my car so priceless
My bitch so priceless, my familia is so priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by sayin' fuck you
Its Young Money, Cash Money playboy
Its about the size of it, at the roof top
So hot up here nigga, lets go!
Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound
And I swear its going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C-J Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated ain't got no cap and gown
But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground
Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical
Spades of the opus baby
What you got a feeling for
I can show you new things
Have you feeling spiritual
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes, miracles!
Yeah OK they say that I'm the one in fact
Some say that I'm they favorite
But I ain't hearing none of that
I'm all about my team hoe, Young Money running back
Cash money superstar, where the fuck is stunna' at?
Damn
Untouchable
40 Wit my AK
Mastermind big money heavy weight
On the grind flippin' money in every way
Head line, my bitch shine everyday
Pearl white throwin' P Marc Jacobs gloves
Cartier Louis case wit a dope plod
From the mud where they what you leave in your blood
Goin' in flippin' hundreds get the young
Show 'em where it go
Float on the floor
Gettin' more dough
Grind hard go
Black diamond show
Watch the flame blow
And how you stay grounded
Cash no go
And how you stay mounded cash no flow
And how you stay shinin' Bentley of the floor
And how you stay high purple pine dro
Diamond wings fur February snow
Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound
And I swear its going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C-J Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated ain't got no cap and gown
But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground
Uh, you know you paid
When you got baby wit cha
Its Young Money like Ben Franks baby pictures
I'm a lady twister I kiss her whiskers
I been runnin' this shit, Blisters
Stickin' to the script movie star money
And if you gassed up I leave the car running
I'm a big smoker, I'm a little drinker
The peace sign is just the trigger in the middle finger
Whi, which you know bout it, Man y'all clueless
I let 2 women ride me, that's car poolers
I rock stupid ice, Mr water coolers
If y'all in the buildin', Then we all intruders
Simmer down pimpin', let me handle this
I know the game, analyst
Man I'm the shit, And y'all janitors
Blow out the kush and crack a smile for the cameras
Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound
And I swear its going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C-J Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated ain't got no cap and gown
But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground
Written by:
Matthew Samuels, Aubrey Graham, Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams
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