4 Dat Money Lyrics – Lil Poppa x YTB Fatt, CMG The Label
4 Dat Money Lil Poppa Lyrics
I’m In LA With The Growers
Ni**a, Place Your Order
Ni**a, Ni**a, Keep’em Comin’
I Was Gon’ Die About This Shit For Free
Imagine What I’ll Do For That Money
Tryin’ To Be Around Better Have A Voucher
I Don’t Know If You Gon’ Shoot Your Pistol For Me
When You See Me, You Gon’ See A Smacker
These Ni**as ‘Round Me Ready To Tie Up A Woman
Bagg Say Stay Out The Hood Boy Them Millions Comin’
Six Chains On, Totin’ A Hundred
That Little Ass Money These Ni**as Uploaded
I Done Thumbed Through It And Spunt
Ni**a This Shit On My Neck, This Shit Hunchin’, Sex
The Shit They Did I Done
Ni**a This Shit Came Quick, How?
I Got Foxes Across The Country
Before This Deal, You Could Ask My City
Ni**a I Was Gettin’em Hit Before The Money
Been Had The Power, Now I Got The Cheese
Shit Ain’t Funny
I Put This Shit On They Head Like A Scrunchie
Switches, Bump Down Hundreds
I Kept This Shit On Order Like A Function
The Last Ni**a Just Won’t Leave My Conscious
We Made’em Eat That Shit Like The Munchies
In My Family, I Take Care Of The Womans
Ni**a, I’ll Pay If You Hit His Tummy
Ni**a, I’m Cashin’ Out Whoever Done It
If He Make The News By Sunday Ni**a You’ll Have That Shit On Monday
Have Them Youngins Spin That Bitch So Many Times They Just Think I’m Giving Money Out
Rich Junkie Bitch I Do This Shit So I Can Afford The High
Broke Dummy’s Why Come Beef With Us You Can’t Afford To Die
Up At 6am I’m Geeking Thirty Left To 7
In Here High As Hell Tweaking Feel Like I’m Close To Heaven
They Hit The Lights Fye Up A Black & Mild Before He Say He Smell Me
Let Them Know That’s Me Ridin Foreign In The City
Four Choppas In That Decoy Back There Trailing
Fly The Bitch To LA No This Ain’t No Vacay Hoe You Mailing
Told Her Once I Fuck Don’t Give That Shit Away Unless You Selling It
Don’t Make My Young Ni**a Kill A Pussy Today Right Now He Celibate
I’ll Self Defense A Ni**a Don’t Forget I Ain’t Got No Felonies
I’m In LA With The Growers
Ni**a, Place Your Order
Ni**a, Ni**a, Keep’em Comin’
I Was Gon’ Die About This Shit For Free
Imagine What I’ll Do For That Money
I’ll Pull Up Back Street Post Up With Some Grave Diggers
Tell Them Boys Don’t At Me I Ain’t Even Tryna Play With Ya
Bitch Pull Up At 3am We Fucking I Can’t Lay With Ya
Soon As I’m Done Busting Get To Trucking I Can’t Stay With Ya
Glock Came With A Hellcat Ni**a This A Dodge Pistol
Poppa Where The Hell Ya At Bet I Ain’t Tryna Dodge Ni**as
Rappers Talking Bout Let’s Work But I Can’t Lie I Charge Ni**as
I Can’t Lie I’m Scarred But Them Percys Heal My Heart
They Know It Ain’t Safe Out After Dark
I’m In LA With The Growers
Ni**a, Place Your Order
Ni**a, Ni**a, Keep’em Comin’
I Was Gon’ Die About This Shit For Free
Imagine What I’ll Do For That Money
Written By: Lil Poppa, YTB Fatt, Pooh Beatz, Go Grizzly & jetsonmade
