4PF
I'm getting up in my bag, yeah
4PF my jeans, y'know I'm walking with that cash (yeah)
And I'm going in like I'm mad (yeah)
Once I took that L, I swear I never looked back, yeah
So I'm grinding like it's my last, yeah
Even when I'm in my sleep, you know I can't relax (yeah)
And you know that I'm spitting facts, yeah
I stand on this shit ten toes, and my boys Roger that (yeah)
Lay that hoe down like she a mat, yeah
She say she want all of me
No, I can't give her that (yeah)
That hoe is a dub
I ain't showing no love
I ain't showing no love
If it ain't 'bout money, then I'm gone
If it ain't 'bout money, then I'm gone
If it ain't 'bout money, then I'm gone
I'm stuck up in my zone
But, she gon' say I'm stuck up in my ways
Like-how you even gon' say that, when I'm just trynna get paid?
So, I'm gone
Yeah, I still walk around with the bag on me
Still walk around with this cash on me
Still walk around with these racks on me
So I make that bi'h say, "Woah!"
Cause my neck on froze
And my wrist on froze
I'm getting up in my bag, yeah
4PF my jeans, y'know I'm walking with that cash (yeah)
And I'm going in like I'm mad (yeah)
Once I took that L, I swear I never looked back, yeah
So I'm grinding like it's my last, yeah
Even when I'm in my sleep, you know I can't relax (yeah)
And you know that I'm spitting facts, yeah
I stand on this shit ten toes, and my boys Roger that (yeah)
4PF my jeans, y'know I'm walking with that cash (yeah)
And I'm going in like I'm mad (yeah)
Once I took that L, I swear I never looked back, yeah
So I'm grinding like it's my last, yeah
Even when I'm in my sleep, you know I can't relax (yeah)
And you know that I'm spitting facts, yeah
I stand on this shit ten toes, and my boys Roger that (yeah)
Lay that hoe down like she a mat, yeah
She say she want all of me
No, I can't give her that (yeah)
That hoe is a dub
I ain't showing no love
I ain't showing no love
If it ain't 'bout money, then I'm gone
If it ain't 'bout money, then I'm gone
If it ain't 'bout money, then I'm gone
I'm stuck up in my zone
But, she gon' say I'm stuck up in my ways
Like-how you even gon' say that, when I'm just trynna get paid?
So, I'm gone
Yeah, I still walk around with the bag on me
Still walk around with this cash on me
Still walk around with these racks on me
So I make that bi'h say, "Woah!"
Cause my neck on froze
And my wrist on froze
I'm getting up in my bag, yeah
4PF my jeans, y'know I'm walking with that cash (yeah)
And I'm going in like I'm mad (yeah)
Once I took that L, I swear I never looked back, yeah
So I'm grinding like it's my last, yeah
Even when I'm in my sleep, you know I can't relax (yeah)
And you know that I'm spitting facts, yeah
I stand on this shit ten toes, and my boys Roger that (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Amog Collins
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