4 Doors

I got hella jewelry, I got thots now (tss) Hella cold outside, I got my top down All my diamonds hittin' when the lights out If I can't get in with my jacket, I'ma pack my knife out Mama happy I got her a- Mama happy I got her a nice house All these bitches asking for Chanel Want me for the money I can tell, they was going well, the shit never- Want me for the money I can tell, they was going well, the shit never fails And my ex keep calling me, bitch I'm good, I'm doing well Push up when we pushin' on pack (pushin' on pack) I ain't passin' his block, I react and these bullets was makin' them shake like a shack (shake like a shack) I'm in all black with this g on my head, but if we make the wrong move then we make em' a pack (make em' a pack) And we move from rags to riches (uh) I went from riches to rags (uh) Uh, I go from riches to rags (uh) Uh, and I feel like a hype, but I keep pedaling back (pedaling back) My bitch won't pick for this media shit, but there's so many niggas I wish I could tag (wish I could tag) And all of my op's is broke, throw in a beat you can't show me a rack (like damn) 5$TAR, yeah we chillin' at the top floor This bitch runts, I ain't tryna f*ck her no more Had to cut the hoe off, she always do the most Diamonds on my hoe And she say she way too cold New whip and that bitch got four doors New whip and that bitch got four doors New whip and that bitch got four doors New whip and that bitch got four doors Free shit, brodie move like McQueen He make a movie, I swear it's no Pixar (swear it's no Pixar) Free thunder I know he gon' squeeze Brodie the piece to the puzzle like jigsaw (uh) Yes, finger to trigger like guitars He got no motion he more like Patrick Star (more like Patrick Star) Word to my mother they told me to chill but (chill but) I ain't get the memo (damn) Nah, I ain't get the memo Bad bitch, she wit' me, she ride presidential I take a perc'y to better my mental Came with some baddies, I fucked on her friends though, like damn 613 on her friends though, I kick p like my mo' fucking dreads do Huh, hold on, Louis the devil Chain's swingin' like, chain's swingin' like, damn, huh 5$TAR, yeah we chillin' at the top floor This bitch runts, I ain't tryna f*ck her no more Had to cut the hoe off, she always do the most Diamonds on my hoe And she say she way too cold New whip and that bitch got four doors New whip and that bitch got four doors New whip and that bitch got four doors New whip and that bitch got four doors