Paroles de 4 The Money
(Verse)Uh, I shipped it off and got paid
I blaze for them days, I had to work like a slave.
My nigga said he balze for the things he was on paper probation,
Been a long time waiting, almost drove my nigga crazy.
And yeah I understand, but as long as we be praying
Ain't complaining, I'm just saying this rap shit gonna make us major.
I mapped out my planes, passed a little to my men,
By belong my right hand I swear look out we get this paper.
Now my eyes low like a major state, blow like the ancients
Send my mama to Jamaican when I make it
I promised my girl a gold bracelet, got daughter a Mercedes
Soon as I get my pesos no clan,
I bet a nigga ball like a liquor,
Sign my homies to the label,
Good sense, but we ain't never gave a damn.
My kicks fucked up, cause I be getting out the mud,
A couple ounce from cos and smoke it all with blood, boy.
What up, Mike, that's my step-dad,
Homie thought me how to fix a flat, thought me how to bet.
I know that shit ain't much, but that's way more than my dad,
And now I ain't guessing, need a nigga that's my man.
It is what it is, though, my nigga, I'm just saying.
My father done it big, step father done it big,
My momma had a kid, so what that make me But good grief, man, they think life for pitch, damn.
And all this dirty money give me the need for speed,
I'm trying to find a spot to play my money treat.
I work the pimp, see, I'm sipping out this jug.
A couple hours from cus and smoke it out with blood, boy.
I mapped out my planes, passed a little to my men,
By belong my right hand I swear look out we get this paper.
Now my eyes low like a major state, blow like the ancients
Send my mama to Jamaican when I make it
I promised my girl a gold bracelet, got daughter a Mercedes
Soon as I get my pesos no clan,
I bet a nigga ball like a liquor,
Sign my homies to the label,
Good sense, but we ain't never gave a damn.
My kicks fucked up, cause I be getting out the mud,
A couple ounce from cos and smoke it all with blood, boy.
What up, Mike, that's my step-dad,
Homie thought me how to fix a flat, thought me how to bet.
I know that shit ain't much, but that's way more than my dad,
And now I ain't guessing, need a nigga that's my man.
It is what it is, though, my nigga, I'm just saying.
My father done it big, step father done it big,
My momma had a kid, so what that make me But good grief, man, they think life for pitch, damn.
And all this dirty money give me the need for speed,
I'm trying to find a spot to play my money treat.
I work the pimp, see, I'm sipping out this jug.
A couple hours from cus and smoke it out with blood, boy.
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