DJ Mustard - 4G'z lyrics

[Hook: TC4800] b**h n***a you corny Ridin' round in the 4g'z You ain't even got four G's You ain't even know four G's My Louboutin's cost four G's b**h n***a you the police And I don't f** with the police Ridin' round in the 4g's with four 4g'z [Verse 1: TC4800] Aye it's T.C. the lok, got money got weed Got pro-methazine and a lot of Robin Jeans I stay fly my n***a, I do this sh** on the daily You stay broke my n***a, you do that sh** on the daily I woke up thought being broke was boring So I robbed a couple houses in Torrance Cashed out, on a foreign Pull up to any b**h I'm scoring Uh you know I stay with them fly kicks You know I stay with a fly b**h And you can try to bag her But every time you do she be like [Hook] [Verse 2: E-40] Zappboard beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back Water in the duals make loud gla** pack Sogliano tippy toes twenty-fours chrome Bought a set of pirelli's and left the stickers on Skipping down ave with the beat on blam Sounding like a motherf**ing summer jam Fat bank roll, my pockets pregnant Both of them twins, they need a c-section My Feddi lengthy like 40 career, hustlin' Granddaddy purp in the air, hovering Zoning like a motherf**er, high as a quail Bluntpower spray to get rid of the smell [Hook] [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign] Four G's two bottles at Greystone Smoking, getting my drink on Threw four G's on your baby momma Secret Sunday's now she at the My Cabana Four G's for the bill at Katana Thousand tip for the waitress I'm a baller Shot caller, 64 Impala Don dadda, me and Ace Obama Faded at the Grammy's with the G-pen Dolla sign kush, I'm reeking Yeah I smell like Kesha You n***as corny, like tortillas [Hook] [Verse 4: Charley Hood] I'm on my bullsh** spitting like two clip Got your b**h on my pool table doing splits How them n***as acting? Spoiled like they trapping I'm from 10-4 street none of that happening Me and my n***as, burnt out All fly sh**, all ru'd out Talking reckless? n***a outside your mouth Gone ahead and get you pistol whipped like bloom bloow No tough talk you ain't got no rap sheet Y'all n***as ain't really had no beef Y'all n***as ain't really clap no heat Stop cuffing yo b**h n***a come approach me! [Hook]