Lyrics:
count up)
Rubber band, duffle bag, count up the money
(Count it up)
Hundred bands, double up, count up the money
(Woo, count it up)
Fours in the double
Yeah that's a Honorable Flex
Bant play fair
I'll take you there
I don't like one need a pair
Boss up got her hands in the air
I spot four
gonna getcha, right?)
(Repeat x4)
Watch the band play on
[Nelly]
I got them folks on the left, man they going like (HO!)
I got them folks
at the speed of life
Come on, baby, ride with me
Four strong winds, seven deep seas
A big blue ball flying through space
Can't turn back not a minute
to put me on the gram
5 years ago they tried to steal my style when I was dabbing
4 years ago I was broke but now I’m cashin
Ima rock star watch me play
that's why we so solid
Red to blue, to debt, to due, it's easier
To put a watermelon through the eye of a needle
This is done by choice, not by force
I
Feniko
Cha$e D'Amico and Feniko in here
Straight up
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Living life green and blue
They're my favorites y'all already knew
I
Chevy tuned up, yeah I like this
Candy paint blue, yeah I like this
Shorty in the cut, yeah like this
My shit, swinging all fours through the night
get peeled
In the car by one, by two, he killed
By four I booked and flew the jet
On the way LA while on a Lear
She on me bad, so what it is?
Grip
some food man
I'm a blue collar guy needing white collar money
(I, I, I, I need that)
I'm a blue collar guy needing white collar money
(I, I, I, I need
the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 am and I'm back
Up poppin' with the crew i just landed in
Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
Red, white, and blue
I wear this flag upon my sleeve because of you
Not much more that you could take
In a truck bed by the lake
So this picture
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
play? (You wanna play? You wanna play?)
She’s a flirt (Flirt)
They’re all the same (All the same)
Daze by fireworks
She wanna play (Boom)
You wanna play
we fly
In the dark I'm toting chrome tryna find the light
Ain't all alone my pistol home
On low heat by my side
Hallow tip gone testify B4 I let em
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
Was infatuated by your feng shui way too fast
I told you, that I really need you
I ain’t fit to survive if I ain’t near you
Adaptation hasn’t worked
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Four by four
the blues
Let 'em kill me, I refuse
I'm down for killing
But the one of [edited] I was accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So
Roc jeans 'cause my knots so thick
You can learn how to dress just by jackin' my fresh
Jackin', jackin' my fresh, jackin', jackin' my fresh
Follow my
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