4REAL Lyrics

Tell that boy to chill

I can't I'm too hot I won't stop even at mil'

Hangin' wit the flock all my brothers gettin' bills

If he actin' tough make him run between his tail for real

Selection gettin' broader

Shit on you like toddler

Money gettin' taller makin' more than a windmill

Money maker Jacque makin' sure my money teal

Shinin' as I talk in the night don't need no grill

Boy you bastard

You ain't at my speed lil bitch lil boy you best get faster

Know he threaten me cause he knows I'll surpass him

You ain't at my speed lil bitch lil boy you best get faster

Crosses on the jeans I'll be more blessed than my pastor

Cross over Curry, Korean collab the Air max one

I be fly as fuck wit my wings finna flap 'em

I be like a duck bout my crumbs gotta have 'em

And when I get that mon know I run gotta cash 'em

I've been in the stu all week I'm going Danny Phantom

And if the record hard as fuck you know they scream orgasm

Hot like molotov, pop rocks yeah we poppin off

Money taller now make sure that you don't fall off

I got cuter, microsoft I was computer

Friends got fewer while the money grew and grewer (ugh)

Peepin' my attire (ugh, yuh)

I got flier

It's satire

Still think that it's fire

(Yuh, yuh, yuh)

Tell that boy to chill (chill)

I can't I'm too hot I won't stop even at mil' (yeah)

Hangin' wit the flock all my brothers gettin' bills

If he actin' tough make him run between his tail for real (let's go)

Selection gettin' broader

Shit on you like toddler

Money gettin' taller makin' more than a windmill

Money maker Jacque makin' sure my money teal

Shinin' as I talk in the night don't need no grill