Woo hoo
Pour a 4
Yeah yeah eahhhh
(CHORUS)
I might pour a 4 yeah, then fadeaway
And all my brothers with this sh#t, said we might let it spray
I want all the money, give a f#ck about the fame
Yeah he love to copy me but we are not the same, nah
I might pour a 4 yeah, then fadeaway
And all my brothers with this sh#t, said we might let it spray
I want all the money, give a f#ck about the fame
Yeah he love to copy me but we are not the same, nah
(VERSE 1)
Yeah he love to copy, that boy is a clone
That b#tch she a thootie, so I hit and sent her home
I can’t f#ck with shawty, cause she all up in her miss
Yeah I hit it, and I quit it and I told her leave me alone
Lot of people hating on me, but I’m in bag now
Got a b#tch a breaker bag, jus so she can brag now
People love the music, this sh#t is like clash how
Hop out in a rari, now imma take the fast route
Got all these shadows in my rooms
All these demons in my head
Girl you got me feeling some type of way
But she know I don’t do no love, so I had to cut off
So i told the girl to get out of my face oh huh
(CHORUS)
I might pour a 4 yeah, then fadeaway
And all my brothers with this sh#t, said we might let it spray
I want all the money, give a f#ck about the fame
Yeah he love to copy me but we are not the same, nah
I might pour a 4 yeah, then fadeaway
And all my brothers with this sh#t, said we might let it spray
I want all the money, give a f#ck about the fame
Yeah he love to copy me but we are not the same, nah
(VERSE 2)
I remember in the 7 year, that b#tch tried to curve me
Now she come around yeah, acting all flirty
Nothing you can say yeah, haters never hurt me
Balling so hard, need a hall of fame Jersey
Need a hall of fame whip, a hall of fam b#tch
In LA on the walk of fame, Hollywood sh#t
She a real spoilt brat, Hollywood b#tch
Now im chilling in the hills, feeling Hollywood rich
(Pre chorus)
Woohoo
Now im in a stu’ it taffy
If you wanna feature make sure you finna at me
Running up the charts, my song be up sassy
All these haters hating, now they see me and they clapping
(CHORUS)
I might pour a 4 yeah, then fadeaway
And all my brothers with this sh#t, said we might let it spray
I want all the money, give a f#ck about the fame
Yeah he love to copy me but we are not the same, nah
I might pour a 4 yeah, then fadeaway
And all my brothers with this sh#t, said we might let it spray
I want all the money, give a f#ck about the fame
Yeah he love to copy me but we are not the same, nah
(Outro)
Not the same, not the same, not the same
Open the whip now im switching lanes
Now that b#tch cuming on me like damn
Open the whip, I got the dance
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