4 The Money Lyrics
I shipped it off and got paid,
A play is for the days, I got to work like a slave.
My nigger said he plays for the things that was on paper,
Probation, been a long time waiting, almost drove my nigger crazy.
And yeah, I understand, but as long as we be praying
Ain't gone plan it, I'm just saying this rap shit gonna make us major.
I may have thrown my planes, passed them on to my men,
By the long my right hand I swear to God we get this paper.
Now my eyes low like a majon state, blow like the ancients
And my mama said I'll make it when I make it.
I promise my girl a gold bracelet, got daughter a Mercedes
Soon as I get my pesos no clan,
I get the nigger ball like a nigger,
Sign my homies to the label,
Cost since, but we ain't never give a damn.
Kick's fucked up, cause I be getting out the mud,
A couple ounce from cos and smoke it all with blood.
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What up, Mike, that's my step-dad,
Homie thought me how to fix a flat, thought me how to bathe,
I know that shit ain't much, but that's way more than my dad,
And now I ain't guessing, need a nigger that's my man.
It is what it is, though, my nigger, I'm just saying.
My father done it big, your father done it big,
My momma had a kid, so what that made me
Nigger, the man out of creep, small man to the G.
Got to handle this shit and then I did.
And best believe I held that shit down with ease,
Them good treats at my hard times at ease,
But good brief, man, they think life for pitch, damn.
And all this dirty money give me the need for speed,
Try 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 is smoking our blood, what.