Not 1 ft. 1taketeezy Lyrics

4-20-T

Money comin' in, hate, nigga, you can't stop nothin

Load me up in Pro-2s, I'm finna drop somethin

Bust down, bitch, come and bop somethin

Bullets pop, lock until the cops come

I'm a foodie, got this bitch ride shotgun

She gon' fuck, she gon' suck when the guap come

It's a lot of fraud niggas

Ayy, it's a lot of fraud niggas, but I'm not one

A thick angel, I'ma put my palms on her jeans

I ain't gotta ask, no, I got what you need

I get that dough, make him all regret playin' me

Rhyme with the poker, get up on him, how I deal with it

Hosted in the house, cause corona in the streets tricky

No, I drop the banger when these freaks wanna sleep with me

No, I can tame you, all you gotta do is sleep with me

Blow her back out, R.I.P. to Ricker

Niggas ain't no cunt, this shit one-sided

Niggas ain't no flop, I'm the nigga in the field

Bitches just a pop, me and God got somethin' comin

Buff like it on top, everything buzzed down

When you spinnin' blue faces

Rather play it smooth, you gon' be a demonstration

Shit don't happen overnight, swear it, take patience

Shit don't happen overnight, swear it, take haters

Money comin' in, hate, nigga, you can't stop nothin

Load me up in Pro Tools, I'm finna drop somethin

Bust down, bitch, come and bop somethin

Bullets pop, lock until the cops come

I'm a fool, he got his bitch ride shotgun

She gon' fuck, she gon' suck when the guap come

It's a lot of fraud niggas

It's a lot of fraud niggas, but I'm not one

Real niggas, she can see the difference when I walk through

Five shots, now I need some hoes that I can talk to

Designer shoes, pushin' foreign copes, said it cost you

Hit man like a light switch, hair off you

Big money pockets full of blues, yours empty

Back pockets filled with pink slips, all 50s

Two-steppin', bitch, I'm in a club with the glizzy

Act up and we gon' leave him cold like a simply

Lemonade, she been on my dick, that bitch been amazed

Smack once, never call back, now she feelin' placed

Sleepwalkin', puttin' eight ounces in a mini-made

Fell asleep and woke up in that pussy, I like to finish things

Cold nigga, probably took your bitch up on the road with us

Rockstar, probably took your bitch to the show with us

Freak bitch, she just wanna hang around and blow niggas

Ayy, lil' bitch, I'm to the door with her

Money comin' in, hatin', nigga, you can't stop nothin

Load me up in Pro Tools, I'm finna drop somethin

Bust down, bitch, come and bop somethin

Bullets pop, lock until the cops come

I'm a fool, he got his bitch ride shotgun

She gon' fuck, she gon' suck when the guap come

It's a lot of fraud niggas

Ayy, it's a lot of fraud niggas, but I'm not one