4 Phones lyrics

by

Miguel


[Intro]
Got it on smash

[Chorus]
They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (Woo, woo, woo, what?)
I’m playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat)
I run through the check, but f*ck it, the bag is close (Bag is close)
I don't want the b*tch, but f*ck 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

[Verse 1]
n*ggas is cap for real
Ain't seen a half a mill
My b*tch ass thick so real (So real)
I was trappin' to pay the bills (Woo)
Money long need to pick-up truck (Pick-up truck)
Lotta hundreds you can't pick 'em up
Gotta make sure my n*ggas rich (Rich)
In the Tesla but I had to switch
n*ggas 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 b*tch
Want the money, yeah, the check that’s it (That’s it)
Rubber bands all around my wrist
Broke n*ggas they ain't talkin’ 'bout sh*t (sh*t)
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, ayy)
She give me top at the red light (Red light, what?)
She get a bag if the head right
Cuban links n*gga iced out
Pinky ring that's a lighthouse
[Chorus]
They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (Woo, woo, woo, what?)
I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat)
I run through the check, but f*ck it, the bag is close (Bag is close)
I don't want the b*tch, but f*ck 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)

[Verse 2]
n*gga the block is hot (Hot)
My n*ggas they trap a lot (Trap)
My b*tch got the ass out (Ass out)
f*ck her, she tap out
My money don't max out (Max out)
What is the cap about?
These n*ggas they cap a lot
I'm dropping the top on spot
She ain't tryna f*ck, then she get kicked out
n*ggas 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 sh*t was sold out
Run a lil check, there's no more relaxin'
I bought the Richie, you bought the Rollie
b*tch 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 b*tch better fall back (Lil b*tch)
[Chorus]
They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (Woo, woo, woo, what?)
I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat)
I run through the check, but f*ck it, the bag is close (Bag is close)
I don't want the b*tch, but f*ck 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
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