4am Paroles

Told her I can buy you what you like
Told her, ''I don't really got a type''
Told her, ''Come and ride me like a bike''

Make money every week
I walk in with my pistol on my hand, they think I'm Pete, ayy
Niggas hella sweet, ay, ride, jit, creep, yeah
Ridin' 'round the town with an all-black Jeep
Said I got the green, after green, after green, like the parsley
How I made the girls in my phone look likе Barbies
How many hoes did you hit, hardly
I didn't evеn know that was your bitch, sorry
Take my shirt off in this bitch, I'm David Banner
Keep my blicky while I'm ridin' through Atlanta
I ain't done yet but I'm ridin' in a fanum
All this money on my neck just like a tie
All this Prada on my body, I might cry
Saw the number on my taxes, almost died
Heard you beggin' for some money, girl, you’re fried
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah Told her, ''I don't really got a type''
Told her, ''Come and ride me like a bike''

Oh yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah