Lil Poppa – 4 Dat Money
I’m in LA with the growers
Nigga, place your order
Nigga, nigga, keep’em comin’
I was gon’ die about this shit for free
Imagine what I’ll do for that money
Tryin’ to be 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 niggas ’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 niggas uploaded
I done thumbed through it and spunt
Nigga this shit on my neck, this shit hunchin’, sex
The shit they did I done
Nigga this shit came quick, how?
I got foxes across the country
Before this deal, you could ask my city
Nigga, I was gettin’em hit before the money
Been had the power, now I got the cheese
Shit ain’t funny
I put this shit on they head like a scrunchie
Switches, bump down hundreds
I kept this shit on order like a function
The last nigga just won’t leave my conscious
We made’em eat that shit like the munchies
In my family, I take care of the womans
Nigga, I’ll pay if you hit his tummy
Nigga, I’m cashin’ out whoever done it
If he make the news by Sunday nigga you’ll have that shit on Monday
Have them youngins spin that bitch so many times they just think I’m giving money out
Rich junkie bitch I do this shit so I can afford the high
Broke dummy’s why come beef with us you can’t afford to die
Up at 6am I’m geeking thirty left to 7
In here high as hell tweaking feel like I’m close to heaven
They hit the lights fye up a black & mild before he say he smell me
Let them know that’s me ridin foreign in the city
Four choppas in that decoy back there trailing
Fly the bitch to LA no this ain’t no vacay hoe you mailing
Told her once I fuck don’t give that shit away unless you selling it
Don’t make my young nigga kill a pussy today right now he celibate
I’ll self defense a nigga don’t forget I ain’t got no felonies
I’m in LA with the growers
Nigga, place your order
Nigga, nigga, keep’em comin’
I was gon’ die about this shit for free
Imagine what I’ll do for that money
I’ll pull up back street post up with some grave diggers
Tell them boys don’t at me I ain’t even tryna play with ya
Bitch pull up at 3am we fucking I can’t lay with ya
Soon as I’m done busting get to trucking I can’t stay with ya
Glock came with a hellcat nigga this a dodge pistol
Poppa where the hell ya at bet I ain’t tryna dodge niggas
Rappers talking bout let’s work but I can’t lie I charge niggas
I can’t lie I’m scarred but them Percys heal my heart
They know it ain’t safe out after dark
I’m in LA with the growers
Nigga, place your order
Nigga, nigga, keep’em comin’
I was gon’ die about this shit for free
Imagine what I’ll do for that money
