R4R ft. Lil 808z Lyrics

We checking in with the most prolific, right

Listen, don't get slumped out, nigga don't get slumped out

I'm all about my bread, yeah I need that shit in big amounts

Tryna make it out the projects and give my kids a bigger house

And if you talk about that nonsense, I don't wanna talk it out

Toolie make him walk it out, walk him down

I'm seasoning his rap shit, niggas can't go pound for pound

She said she wanna travel so I took her ass to pound town

Round for round, beat the box up, tryna knock the pussy out

All this dirty money, whoa, it came out the trash

Skimmy Sosa, Mr. Brown, paper bag

Your bitch ain't shit, nigga, that's why I fuck her fast

Who the fuck you talkin' money, you ain't never spent a bag

I can tell you what I will, you gon' tell me what you won't

See, I know what to do when these niggas really don't

Countin' up this paper, give me paper cuts

Penny pitchers, save it up

That boy sharper than some razor cuts

In the booth 24, stayin' off the cop a G-Wagon

New 4matic, niggas know every time I pop out, it's magic

Come on, dawg, niggas doin' bad and it's tragic

Anything I want, I have it

Take a shot at the crown, we'll burn your ass down

This prolific record's forever, it's goin' down

Niggas say they gang, nowhere to be found

Like a fat bitch that can't move, I'ma always hold it down

Don't get slimed out, nigga, don't get slimed out

I'm all about my bread, yeah, I need that shit in bigger mouths

Tryna make it out the projects and give my kids a bigger house

And if you talk about that nonsense, I don't wanna talk it out

Toolie Megan, walk it out, walk him down

I'm seasonin' his rap shit, niggas can't go pound for pound

She said she wanna travel, so I took her ass to pound town

Round for round, beat the box up, tryna knock the pussy out

And you ain't makin' this paper, man? Everybody eats, B