Текст песни 4Real - Jacque Regel

Tell that boy to chill
I can't I'm too hot I won't stop even at mil'
Hangin' wit the flock all my brothers gettin' bills
If he actin' tough make him run between his tail for real
Selection gettin' broader
Shit on you like toddler
Money gettin' taller makin' more than a windmill
Money maker Jacque makin' sure my money teal
Shinin' as I talk in the night don't need no grill

Boy you bastard
You ain't at my speed lil bitch lil boy you best get faster
Know he threaten me cause he knows I'll surpass him
You ain't at my speed lil bitch lil boy you best get faster
Crosses on the jeans I'll be more blessed than my pastor
Cross over Curry, Korean collab the Air max one
I be fly as fuck wit my wings finna flap 'em
I be like a duck bout my crumbs gotta have 'em
And when I get that mon know I run gotta cash 'em
I've been in the stu all week I'm going Danny Phantom
And if the record hard as fuck you know they scream orgasm

Hot like molotov, pop rocks yeah we poppin off
Money taller now make sure that you don't fall off
I got cuter, microsoft I was computer
Friends got fewer while the money grew and grewer (ugh)
Peepin' my attire (ugh, yuh)
I got flier
It's satire
Still think that it's fire

(Yuh, yuh, yuh)

Tell that boy to chill (chill)
I can't I'm too hot I won't stop even at mil' (yeah)
Hangin' wit the flock all my brothers gettin' bills
If he actin' tough make him run between his tail for real (let's go)
Selection gettin' broader
Shit on you like toddler
Money gettin' taller makin' more than a windmill
Money maker Jacque makin' sure my money teal
Shinin' as I talk in the night don't need no grill