Tiara Thomas - 4Dolla Bill Lyrics
[Verse 1]I'm a trill *****That's straight out the gateAnd I'm cold as outter spaceThat is not up for debateAnd I got a lot of drugsAnd a new attitudeI should open up my closetSo you can see what it doGot a white t-shirt, skinny jeans onBlack leather shoes straight, Louis V on 'emYeah I be on 'emLike couples on a dateWhen I turn the lights onAll these *****es gonna hateTurn the lights on[Hook]Ahh yeahThey just want the money money moneyCars cars clothes clothesAhh yeahBet you never met em like meSwear this ***** is so trill yoAhh yeahCall em 4 dolla bill hoesCause these *****es not real noAhh yeahThey just want the money money moneyCars cars clothes clothes[Verse 2]*****, I'm a real OTThese hoes don't know meBut I know you saw my homiesFrom across the *****ing streetThey were waiting in the car, all blackThey were throwin' those things like thatAnd I know you heard that bangin' 808 up in the backWhen it drop like that[Verse 3]When it drop like moneyShit's not fairThe shit's not funnyWhen you say those thingsBehind your screenThen you see my team and you're soft like bunniesDon't like don't like don't like those niggasDon't fight don't fight don't fight no ***** causeThe money do more damage than a mother*****in' fist does[Hook][Verse 4]I be like, "***** the world. ***** the world"These 4 dolla bill *****es can't touch a girlCause you know I'm out here getting itAnd I'm all about my businessOn top of my shitDon't need no handout from no niggaMoney money money cars cars clothes clothesAnd when those car doors closeAnd them shades go downI'm still killing these hoes[Hook]
