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4 da money - ysl lyrics

[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
your b-tch all up on my d-ck
yeah she be my fan the most
hear me on the ready yeah
hit that b-tch like sammy sos
my niggas they blam most
heard that you get jammed the most
whip that shit you never saw
them drugs ye they be tan the most
work her out like cardio, with my brothers mario
only give her twenty minutes, my d-ck give her cameo
when i send my b-tch the c-ke i mean that she really should snort
that b-tch will give into me when i met papi for the dope
mansion with a 50 roll, aim that b-tch right at your throat
my spot smoke extended dope, you struggling for the rolls
she said that the price so good that bricks, came for a second price, for me that b-tch do the most, she keep banging lil misses saying i’m the antidote
lil uzi a animal, old money your family go
can’t find you i blam your ho

[hook]
for the money i do anything put nothing above the dough
ak-47 tech 57 knock in your door
for the money i do anything put nothing above the dough
for the money i do anything put nothing above the dough
ak-47 tech 57 knock in your door
ak-47 tech 57 knock in your door
for the money i do anything put nothing above the dough
for the money i do anything put nothing above the dough
ak-47 tech 57 knock in your door
ak-47 tech 57 knock in your door

[verse 2: ysl]
wine cellar in the mo, quit then let the caden blow
come up with the sickest flow, i pull up with the baddest hoe
breaking down the hater door
fuck a judge and the po
aim it at yo melon watch it split just like a cantelope
real nigga extended flow
chasing bread, i need a low
my b-tch so bad, yeah she so bad she need a benz i need a ghost
throwing racks, paying rent
and we gettin hella bent
shawty got a booty and she thicker than an elephant
freak bulluer smell of scent
vvs diamonds, changing climate shawty freaky want a threesome so she tell her friends
team i just set a trend
i be where they never been
ridin with a uzi me and uzi b-tch on life in here
where ever that moola go
who got shot, i do not know
they nus concerned like who got dough, spent kilo grams a new blah blow
these niggas so fraudulent
hunnid on my neck and wrist
shining like a no-vel hit, my juice on ice i’m cold as shit

- ysl lyrics

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