Birdman feat. Drake & Lil Wayne - 4 My Town (Play Ball) - Album Version (Edited) Lyrics

Lyrics 4 My Town (Play Ball) - Album Version (Edited) - lil wayne , Birdman , Drake



Yeah, so priceless, life so priceless
Nigga, you understand me? It's just like that
My car so priceless, my bitch so priceless
My familia is so priceless, nigga, you understand me?
Either you with us, or you ain't with us
Either you in the huddle or you out the huddle
Either you ridin' or pass and fly by sayin' fuck you
It's Young Money, Cash Money, playboy
It's about the size of it at the roof top
So hot up here, nigga, yeah, let's go
Take yourself a picture when I'm standin' at the mound
And I swear it's goin' down, I'm just reppin' for my town
Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off to brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown
But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fuckin' parties grabbin' money off the ground
Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical, spades of the opus baby
What you got a feelin' for? I can show you new things
Have you feelin' spiritual
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes, miracles
Yeah, okay, they say that I'm the one in fact
Some say that I'm they favorite but I ain't hearin' none of that
I'm all about my team hoe, Young Money runnin' back
Cash Money superstar, where the fuck is stunna at? Damn
Untouchable, 40 with my A.K.
Mastermind Big Money heavy weight
On the grind flippin' money in every way
Headline, my bitch shine everyday
Pearl white throwin' P Marc Jacobs gloves
Cartier Louis case with a dope plod
From the mud where they what you leave in your blood
Goin' in flippin' hundreds get the young blood
Show 'em where it go, floatin' on the floor
Getin more dough, grind hard go
Black diamond show, watch the flame blow
And how you stay grounded, cash no go
And how you stay mounded, cash no flow
And how you stay shinin', Bently of the floor
And how you stay high, purple pine dro
Diamond wings fur, February snow
Take yourself a picture when I'm standin' at the mound
And I swear it's goin' down, I'm just reppin' for my town
Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off to brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown
But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fuckin' parties grabbin' money off the ground
Uh, you know you paid when you got baby witcha
It's Young Money like Ben Franks baby pictures
I'm a lady twister, I kiss her whiskers
I been runnin' this shit, blisters
Stickin' to the script, movie star money
And if you gassed up I leave the car runnin'
I'm a big smoker, I'm a little drinker
The peace sign is just the trigger in the middle finger
Which you know bout it, man, y'all clueless
I let two women ride me, that's car poolers
I rock stupid ice, Mr. Water Coolers
If y'all in the buildin' then we all intruders
Simmer down pimpin', let me handle this
I know the game analyst
Man, I'm the shit and y'all janitors
Blow out the kush and crack a smile for the cameras
Take yourself a picture when I'm standin' at the mound
And I swear it's goin' down, I'm just reppin' for my town
Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off to brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown
But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fuckin' parties grabbin' money off the ground



Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Matthew Samuels, Aubrey Graham


Birdman feat. Drake & Lil Wayne - Pricele$$ (Edited Version)
Album Pricele$$ (Edited Version)
date of release
23-11-2009



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