4 Girlz - Rome Fortune

Cavalli collecta

Choochie Impala

By design, I think I was designed by designers

Kicking it with Tiffany she added a Brianna

In Milano with a Del Rey, Lana

Am I that nigga?

Well ya can’t say «Kinda»

Not a rap nigga make sure they won’t find ya

If it’s fake make sure it jiggle lil' mama

Alarmed if you find me along with some RAMA

Armed and equipped

Semi on my hip

If a nigga trip boy I bet it’s bout

Bet it’s bout of b***h

Come get ya

Cum fetcha

I’m a one of none hun.

You a lunch special

Did good but I bet I’ll do ya one better

Slick hood.

Hit a lick like a love letter

Just made a deposit of velvet

She got a onion booty but my pockets on bell pepper

Flow dumb and I know so

Money got my mind in a chokehold

Can’t waste breath on a broke hoe

Bread pudding in your face like Young Dro

Goin in but I’m finna go go

4 girls in a coupe like a 4 door

4 girls in a coupe and it’s no bros

4 girls in a coupe like a Volvo

I get why niggas don’t like me

Ego high like a prime Ali

Fine by me

I mind my b-I-z

No one in my league

With a ballet dance I met in Bali

In some old Balmain not the 2019's

I ain’t never been a nigga who get what I need

I ain’t never let a nigga life if he try me

You trippin with no passport

And ya cash short

Face good I ain’t even ask for it

You should take a crash course

Like a math course

Not the past this a fast forward

Black ass nigga like Mozambique

Quick to the point I know my needs

And if you don’t that’s what you want

But that’s my point I know bout me