Ea$y Money - 4Gs lyrics

[Verse 1: Ea$y Money] We go hard when we play the sport Supreme/sue Preme like we took the DJ to court You not built for rap, when will you discover? My dawgs break weed up on your disc cover Mean rhymes on deck like the dealer's hand But we still take work out the dealer's hand This pack a 1000 short, oh you stealing grams? Some loss happened to grandma, k** a gram/kilogram Flow bu*ter, your man is on the road Strapped like Lamar, mean handle on the phone Don't be flossin' when my clan on patrol They gon' catch a vic/Vick, animal control Flow with no pen still eat a n***a writin' Rhymes sick, these bars need a liquor license Take shots for the squad you can get the same Team I'm down for/four like a two possession game [Verse 2: Scram Jones] Ayo I used to hold a Visa with no stash Now I keep my doe up in the freezer, cause all I want is cold cash Get caught up in agree get your throat slash But who am I to even teach when I got no cla**? From the horses mouth that's why I can't act stable Just a dog that's known to go and rock a cat's cradle I'm in Vegas trippin', drinkin' on black label In the casino slippin', sh**tin' on a crap table Oh no habits, Bozo status, bang a Ralph Lauren's daughter on a Polo mattress I told her, "swallow your pride and s** it up." And shoot a load to the ceiling, b**h I'm cummin' up Ain't sh** change, beats is steady knockin' So when chicks give me brain I make sure the heads is bobbin' Pound the speaker, pounds of reefer You keep it 100, I keep it 3000, Jeter [Verse 3: Termanology] Stat' crazy with the beats, T crazy with the flows Just like Watch The Throne if Jay and them was broke We from from the bottom Yep yep the bottom Down here where the soil might be I'm Diallo Uh No gun But they open fire Uh So fun Ralph Lo attire ? is drunk, I'm burnin' tires Flier than the fliest fly, floatin' through fire I'm in the Chevy Caprice, with four G's In the south where I got gone for four Gs/4Gs Not the phone, I mean four Gs The only other PR cat or Ortiz Not Dave or Tito But I'm the champ Little water and some trees, I'm the camp I put my hands in the atmosphere Showoff laughs some of the best rappers here [Verse 4: Wais P] Still nicer than Cam Newton, my man's shootin' What up rookie, got a whole season you need provin' What's the reason, spit raps like a n***a teethin' My right hand asthmatic, leave a n***a weezin' 50 karats on my chest got my nipples freezin'