FOUR.SEASONS (Radio Edit)

Yeah At the four seasons At the four seasons At the four seasons Ah MR MO eh eh I'm at the four seasons with my woes Scamming on these pussy niggas yeah that's coast to coast, aye Yeah we move in silence, we stepping on toes Swipe the credit card we don't even need the code, aye 419 gang boy I think you know it 234 gang Nigga that's my bros I like that car boy is it for sale I'll send a check and it'll come in the mail She bounce her ass and my check does the same You'll never see a dime boy you is a lame My father a king Nigga I'm a prince You send a check When I'm free I'll send back, huh Four seasons Riding with the mob Four seasons Sipping on henny and the rum Four seasons Getting mad top from your broad Four seasons Swiping credit cards with the boys My mama would cry if she sees me on the news But the boys I roll with don't have nothing to loose 5 thousand miles away from home to go to school But the shit ain't cool so we closed out the books I don't need a million dollars I just need a dime Call up my sugar mama when I feel like 2 thousand 20 is the car that I ride Come inside there's some shit you might find My babygirl wants to go down to Paris She want her birkin all colors just like Cardi She squeeze my arm and she's calling me her daddy So I pull out the cards and tell em niggas charge these Four seasons Riding with the mob Four seasons Sipping on henny and the rum Four seasons Getting mad top from your broad Four seasons Swiping credit cards with the boys, huh I've got some immigrants in my basement Going ape shit with your credit cards Got a MacBook with your debit card And your identity now belongs to us I've got some immigrants in my basement Going ape shit with your credit cards Got a MacBook with your debit card And your identity now belongs to us Four seasons Riding with the mob Four seasons Sipping on henny and the rum Four seasons Getting mad top from your broad Four seasons Swiping credit cards with the boys Uh, Aye, four seasons Yah, yah, yah, yah, aye ooo