4 Dolla Bill

[Verse 1] I'm a trill bitch That's straight out the gate And I'm cold as outter space That is not up for debate And I got a lot of drugs And a new attitude I should open up my closet So you can see what it do Got a white t-shirt, skinny jeans on Black leather shoes straight, Louis V on 'em Yeah I be on 'em Like couples on a date When I turn the lights on All these bitches gonna hate Turn the lights on [Hook] Ahh yeah They just want the money money money Cars cars clothes clothes Ahh yeah Bet you never met em like me Swear this bitch is so trill yo Ahh yeah Call em 4 dolla bill hoes Cause these bitches not real no Ahh yeah They just want the money money money Cars cars clothes clothes [Verse 2] Bitch, I'm a real OT These hoes don't know me But I know you saw my homies From across the fucking street They were waiting in the car, all black They were throwin' those things like that And I know you heard that bangin' 808 up in the back When it drop like that [Verse 3] When it drop like money Shit's not fair The shit's not funny When you say those things Behind your screen Then you see my team and you're soft like bunnies Don't like don't like don't like those niggas Don't fight don't fight don't fight no bitch cause The money do more damage than a motherfuckin' fist does [Hook] [Verse 4] I be like, "Fuck the world. Fuck the world" These 4 dolla bill bitches can't touch a girl Cause you know I'm out here getting it And I'm all about my business On top of my shit Don't need no handout from no nigga Money money money cars cars clothes clothes And when those car doors close And them shades go down I'm still killing these hoes [Hook]