4am Lyrics

Oh yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah

I done tell you once, I'll tell you twice
Can't go in the club without my pipe
Told her I can buy you what you like
Told her, ''I don't really got a type''
Told her, ''Come and ride me like a bike''

Make money every week
I walk in with my pistol on my hand, they think I'm Pete, ayy
Niggas hella sweet, ay, ride, jit, creep, yeah
Ridin' 'round the town with an all-black Jeep
Said I got the green, after green, after green, like the parsley
How I made the girls in my phone look likе Barbies
How many hoes did you hit, hardly
I didn't evеn know that was your bitch, sorry
Take my shirt off in this bitch, I'm David Banner
Keep my blicky while I'm ridin' through Atlanta
I ain't done yet but I'm ridin' in a fanum
All this money on my neck just like a tie
All this Prada on my body, I might cry
Saw the number on my taxes, almost died
Heard you beggin' for some money, girl, you’re fried
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

I done tell you once, I'll tell you twice
Can't go in the club without my pipe
Told her I can buy you what you like
Told her, ''I don't really got a type''
Told her, ''Come and ride me like a bike''

Oh yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah