文本歌词

4 Phones (Explicit) - Rich The Kid
Lyrics by：Dimitri Roger/Samuel Jimenez/David Ruoff/Elias Klughammer
Composed by：Dimitri Roger/Samuel Jimenez/David Ruoff/Elias Klughammer
Got it on smash
Yeah you know what I'm saying
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 **** it the bag is close
Bag is close
I don 't want the B***h but **** 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 B***h 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 B***h
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 s**t
S**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
She give me top at the red light
Red light
She get a bag if the head right
Cuban links n***a 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 **** it the bag is close
Bag is close
I don't want the B***h but **** 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
n***a the block is hot
Hot
My niggas they trap a lot
Trap
My B***h got the ass out
Ass out
**** 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 **** 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 s**t was sold out
Run a lil check there's no more relaxin'
I brought the Rich you bought the Rollie
B***h 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***h better fall back
Lil B***h
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 **** it the bag is close
Bag is close
I don't want the B***h but **** 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