Album Cover 4 Phones

4 Phones

Rich The Kid

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I got it on smash

They know I got cash,I ain′t gotta brag no more

(Woo, woo, woo, what?)

I play with the money,

I just might go snatch the Ghost

(I just might go snatch the Ghost)

I run through the check,

But fuck it, the bag is close

(Bag is close)

I don't want the bitch,

But fuck it, I had the ho

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)

I made a hundred thousand

In the same clothes

(Same clothes)

I drop a whole quarter,

Now my neck froze (Neck froze, ice)

Rich Forever,

Put my team on (My team on)

Think I′m still trappin',

I got four phones

Niggas is cap for real

Ain't seen a half a mill

My bitch ass thick

So real (So real)

I was trappin′ to

Pay the bills (Woo)

Money long need to

Pick-up truck (Pick-up-trunk)

Lotta hundreds

You can′t pick 'em up

Gotta make sure

My niggas rich (Rich)

In the Tesla but

I had to switch

Niggas fraud,

Really counterfeit

(Counterfeit)

Flip her over then

She do a split

They was lying but

I′m really rich

She be lying you

Can't trust the bitch

Want the money yeah

The check that′s it

(That's it)

Rubber bands all

Around my wrist

Broke niggas they

Ain′t talkin' 'bout shit (Shit)

I was broke, had to

Hit that lick (Lick)

I′m thinkin′ 'bout the Wraith,

I just might go snatch the Ghost

I′m all into Forbes

I ain't gotta brag no more

(Ain′t gotta brag)

She give me top

At the red light (Red light)

She get a bag if the head right

Cuban links nigga iced out

Pinky ring that's a lighthouse

They know I got cash,

I ain′t gotta brag no more

(Woo, woo, woo, what?)

I play with the money,

I just might go snatch the Ghost

(I just might go snatch the Ghost)

I run through the check,

But fuck it,

The bag is close (Bag is close)

I don't want the bitch,

But fuck it,

I had the ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)

I made a hundred thousand

In the same clothes

(Same clothes)

I drop a whole quarter,

Now my neck froze

(Neck froze, ice)

Rich Forever,

Put my team on (My team on)

Think I'm still trappin′,

I got four phones

Nigga the block is hot (Hot)

My niggas they trap a lot (Trap)

My bitch got the ass out (Ass out)

Fuck her, she tap out

My money don′t max out

(Max out)

What is the cap about?

These niggas they cap a lot

I'm dropping the top on spot

She ain′t tryna fuck,

Then she get kicked out

Niggas keep talkin'

They gon′ get x-ed out

Mama said don't have

My house trapped out

Got a little foreign,

′Bout to blow the back out

Too many shows, packed-out

He keep talkin'

He can bring the racks out

New Lamb, now I'm

About to back out

Want a Porsche

But that shit was sold out

Run a lil check,

There′s no more relaxin′

I brought the Rich,

You bought the Rollie

Bitch probably lyin',

Said she don′t know me

I wanna ball like

Better than Kobe

100 racks, blue cheese

That's on me

We ain′t friends,

No you're not my homie

Rich Forever we got tall racks

Broke bitch better fall back (Lil bitch)

They know I got cash,

I ain′t gotta brag no more

(Woo, woo, woo, what?)

I play with the money,

I just might go snatch the Ghost

(I just might go snatch the Ghost)

I run through the check, but fuck it,

The bag is close (Bag is close)

I don't want the bitch, but fuck it,

I had the ho

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)

I made a hundred thousand

In the same clothes (Same clothes)

I drop a whole quarter,

Now my neck froze

(Neck froze, ice)

Rich Forever,

Put my team on (My team on)

Think I'm still trappin′,

I got four phones