4 Dat Money lyrics

[Intro: YTB Fatt]
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
Ha, I'm in L.A. with the growers (See you goin' for dog sh*t, right here n*gga, how many you need?)
n*gga, place your order (Or you can get this amount for this amount)
n*gga, n*gga, keep 'em coming
I was gon' die 'bout this sh*t for free, imagine what I do for that money

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
If you tryna be a around, better have a voucher
I don't know if you gon' shoot your pistol for me
When you see me, you gon' see a smacker
These n*ggas 'round me ready to tie up a woman
Bagg say, "Stay out the hood, boy, them millions comin'"
Six chains on, totin' a hundred
That little ass money these n*ggas uploaded, I done thumbed through it and spunt it
n*gga, this sh*t on my neck, this sh*t hunchin', sex
The sh*t they did, I done
n*gga, this sh*t came quick, how? I got foxes across the country
Before this deal, you could ask my city
n*gga, I was gettin' 'em hit before the money
Been had the power, now I got the cheese
sh*t ain't funny
I put this sh*t on they head like a scrunchie
Switches, frrt, bump down hundreds
I kept this sh*t on order like a function
The last n*gga just won't leave my conscious
We made 'em eat that sh*t like the munchies
In my family, I take care of the womans
n*gga, I'll pay if you hit his tummy
n*gga, I'm cashin' out, whoever done it (Frrt)
[Verse 2: Lil Poppa]
If he made the news by Sunday, n*gga, you'll have that sh*t on Monday (You'll have that sh*t on Monday)
Have them youngins spin that b*tch so many times, they just think I'm giving money out (Giving money out)
Rich junkie, b*tch, I do this sh*t 'cause I can afford the high (I can afford the high)
Broke dummies, why come beef with us? You can't afford to die (Can't afford it)
Up at 6 AM, I'm geekin' (Uh), thirty left to seven (Seven)
In here high as hell tweakin', feel like I'm close to heaven (Feel like I'm close)
They hit the lights, fire up a Black & Mild before he say he smell me (Before he say he smell me)
Tell them n*ggas, know that's me ridin' foreign in the city
Four choppas in that decoy back there, trailing (Decoy back there, trailing)
Fly the b*tch to L.A., no, this ain't no vacay, ho, you mailing (Yeah, ho, you mailing)
Told her once I f*ck, don't give that sh*t away unless you sellin' it (Unless you sellin' it)
Don't make my young n*gga kill a pus*y today, right now, he celibate (Right now)
I'll self defense a n*gga (Uh), don't forget, I ain't got no felonies (Felonies)

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
Ha, I'm in L.A. with the growers (See you goin' for dog sh*t, right here n*gga, how many you need?)
n*gga, place your order (Or you can get this amount for this amount)
n*gga, n*gga, keep 'em coming
I was gon' die 'bout this sh*t for free, imagine what I do for that money

[Verse 3: Lil Poppa]
I'll pull up back street (Uh), post up with some grave diggers (Grave diggers)
Tell them boys, "Don't at me (Uh), I ain't even tryna play with ya" (I ain't even tryna play with ya)
b*tch pull up at 3 AM (Uh), we f*cking, I can't lay with ya (No, I can't lay with ya)
Soon as I'm done busting (Uh, uh), get to trucking, I can't stay with ya (No, I can't stay with ya)
Glock came with a Hellcat (Uh), n*gga, this a Dodge pistol (n*gga, this a Dodge pistol)
"Poppa, where the hell ya at?" Bet, I ain't tryna dodge n*ggas (No, I ain't tryna talk, nah)
Rappers talking 'bout "Let's work," but I can't lie, I charge n*ggas (I can't lie, I charge n*ggas)
I can't lie, I'm scarred (Yeah), but them Perkies heal my heart (Them Perkies heal my heart, b*tch)
They know it ain't safe out after dark
[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
Ha, I'm in L.A. with the growers (See you goin' for dog sh*t, right here n*gga, how many you need?)
n*gga, place your order (Or you can get this amount for this amount)
n*gga, n*gga, keep 'em coming
I was gon' die 'bout this sh*t for free, imagine what I do for that money

[Outro: Lil Poppa]
Uh, uh, in the day time, neither