T. Mills - 4140 lyrics

Well I was never meant to work But right now it's f**in crunch time Grab your trays and get served Like a high school lunch line b**h They love you when you're hot But they hate you when you're not When I pull up to the spot I make your girls jaw drop I've never been shy And you're lucky I'm alive Because if I wasn't here You'd have no way to get inspired Damn And you know nobody higher Look up in my eyes and you can tell I blow that fire Call that sh** desire, the sh** that makes you tighter I'm just trying to stack some money up and then retire Show me the money like Jerry McGuire Cruisin' down PCH with my own driver I'm great, like Tony the Tiger Bowl of Frosted Flakes eat it every single night cuz I'm makin my grand entrance in the room And I'm trying to play it cool but I'm trippin' off shrooms And I can't tell up from down Left from right but your diggin' my sound This goes down when I sing my hooks Make the girls fall in love open up like books This sh** is bananas just like Gwen Stefani And I swear your girls trying to be my baby's mommy The girl in my car is the girl at the bar She says you're a lame man your chillin' subpar I got wood like Tiger, man they wanna flaunt me I have dreams about my past and that sh** haunts me Now I'm just trying to live my life the best I can Making moves so the money ends up in my hands Some b**hes hate me and the other ones are fans It's cause I put it down like no one else can Oh no I'm about to go back in again Chillin in a room with seven white women Sinnin' again swimmin' in money because I love it I be poppin' bottles in public like fu*k IT Been waitin' on my time to shine Found my hustle, found my grind I'm only gonna tell you motherf**ers this one more time