4 My Niggas

Traveeeey (Hey!) Everybody who gettin' that money (Wooo) Trinidad 1 2 3 (Look) [2 x Hook:] This for all my niggas gettin' money Dope boy that keep trap bumpin' Stripper girls can’t wait till Monday (At Magic) Everybody that keep it one hundred For my nigga puttin lean in that sprite For shawty puttin weed in that blunt Fuck nigga we ball all night Every day of the week we stunt Hey look, all my niggas gettin money Yeah we keep it one hundred Some niggas scared of that money I’m racked up and I’m stuntin' Yeah I keep my hair nappy as hell But that don’t mean I ain't gettin' no money Shawty told me pull my pants up Why you gotta be so damn country Don't let nappy look fool ya Don’t make me call in my jeweler Don’t make me cop a lil rollie Don"t make me cop a Franck Muller Don’t make me make a withdraw We don't fuck with no law (Fuck em!) Pussy nigga try to rob me and I’ma go upside a nigga jaw Don’t let me pull out them racks Don’t let me walk out with stacks If I take your girl, if I take your girl Just know she won’t be back Them strippers love us bro Look at all them funds we throw Look at all them ones on the floor Look at all them records we sold I need all my hoes from central station, fuck a boogi bitch And naw you ain’t in my section nigga, no fuck niggas on my list (Pussy) I’m in this bitch with my niggas That's Ali, Strap, and Quez I’m working on this triple play that molly weed and head That’s your bitch I hope not, Cause Instagram where I got her Valley Hill when I’m fucked up, Cause your crib where I drop her off Here come that walk up shame, real niggas my campaign So them dope boys, my fam man And that stripper girl my sister This song for anybody got somebody like that in the system Lyrical my dick nigga, got hoes licking my dick And I ain’t changin' for shit (No sir) Say you country niggas getting your conscious off of my dick I say worry about your bitch Before she un-conscious off this dick Damn, pass em to them porters and you might wanna change your bitch (Dueces, James) [2 x Hook:] I don't really do too much trippin' My crib too high in the sky I don't really do too much walkin' My car, my bus, I fly They say I’m in your city, y’all niggas better hide y'all wife Cause if your bitch is bad I’ma change her life (Okay) I got a girl in Houston, She always bring me lean I got a chick from Cali', She always bring me green Got a bad yellow bitch from Florida Y'all niggas really couldn't afford her. And every time we fuck Shawty let me record her Okay it's Monday night we at Magic Two hoes on the pole just trappin' They gettin' they money they stackin' Two hoes on the floor just backin' All my niggas on the east what’s happening On the floor rolling dice just crappin' This for all my people working nine to five Can’t wait to get them taxes My niggas puttin' lean in their sprite Try to rob me, dead on sight(Bow Bow!) I’m drippin wet in ice, I need a bad bitch no ice She gone suck my bitch, she don’t fuck the clique Then no, she ain’t my type, that rollie look so nice Especially when it hits the light If you gettin' money got a trap bumpin' All my niggas say dat right Drive an old school with them pipes Don’t get caught with that white I’m counting cash in my glad house Right next to me dirty sprite They check with me I can buy, anything I wanna drive Range Rover, Rari, Maserati, new body Twenty Hoes in the lobby I lit em up, they pop mollies I'm sippin blowin kush' Stripper girl gone butch They suckin' dick while I'm on the phone Just tryin' to make a lil juug [2 x Hook:]