paroles de chanson 4 Phones - Rich The Kid

I got it on smash
They know I got cash,
I ain't gotta brag no more
(Woo, woo, woo, what?)
I play with the money,
I just might go snatch the Ghost
(I just might go snatch the Ghost)
I run through the check,
But fuck it, the bag is close
(Bag is close)
I don't want the bitch,
But fuck it, I had the ho
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand
In the same clothes
(Same clothes)
I drop a whole quarter,
Now my neck froze (Neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever,
Put my team on (My team on)
Think I'm still trappin',
I got four phones
Niggas is cap for real
Ain't seen a half a mill
My bitch ass thick
So real (So real)
I was trappin' to
Pay the bills (Woo)
Money long need to
Pick-up truck (Pick-up-trunk)
Lotta hundreds
You can't pick 'em up
Gotta make sure
My niggas rich (Rich)
In the Tesla but
I had to switch
Niggas fraud,
Really counterfeit
(Counterfeit)
Flip her over then
She do a split
They was lying but
I'm really rich
She be lying you
Can't trust the bitch
Want the money yeah
The check that's it
(That's it)
Rubber bands all
Around my wrist
Broke niggas they
Ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Shit)
I was broke, had to
Hit that lick (Lick)
I'm thinkin' 'bout the Wraith,
I just might go snatch the Ghost
I'm all into Forbes
I ain't gotta brag no more
(Ain't gotta brag)
She give me top
At the red light (Red light)
She get a bag if the head right
Cuban links nigga iced out
Pinky ring that's a lighthouse
They know I got cash,
I ain't gotta brag no more
(Woo, woo, woo, what?)
I play with the money,
I just might go snatch the Ghost
(I just might go snatch the Ghost)
I run through the check,
But fuck it,
The bag is close (Bag is close)
I don't want the bitch,
But fuck it,
I had the ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand
In the same clothes
(Same clothes)
I drop a whole quarter,
Now my neck froze
(Neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever,
Put my team on (My team on)
Think I'm still trappin',
I got four phones
Nigga the block is hot (Hot)
My niggas they trap a lot (Trap)
My bitch got the ass out (Ass out)
Fuck her, she tap out
My money don't max out
(Max out)
What is the cap about?
These niggas they cap a lot
I'm dropping the top on spot
She ain't tryna fuck,
Then she get kicked out
Niggas keep talkin'
They gon' get x-ed out
Mama said don't have
My house trapped out
Got a little foreign,
'Bout to blow the back out
Too many shows, packed-out
He keep talkin'
He can bring the racks out
New Lamb, now I'm
About to back out
Want a Porsche
But that shit was sold out
Run a lil check,
There's no more relaxin'
I brought the Rich,
You bought the Rollie
Bitch probably lyin',
Said she don't know me
I wanna ball like
Better than Kobe
100 racks, blue cheese
That's on me
We ain't friends,
No you're not my homie
Rich Forever we got tall racks
Broke bitch better fall back (Lil bitch)
They know I got cash,
I ain't gotta brag no more
(Woo, woo, woo, what?)
I play with the money,
I just might go snatch the Ghost
(I just might go snatch the Ghost)
I run through the check, but fuck it,
The bag is close (Bag is close)
I don't want the bitch, but fuck it,
I had the ho
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand
In the same clothes (Same clothes)
I drop a whole quarter,
Now my neck froze
(Neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever,
Put my team on (My team on)
Think I'm still trappin',
I got four phones