4PM in New York

I need a bag and I need it Fast I gotta go get to the cash These niggas is mad cuz they got no cash they tryna keep me back in last I smell like Dior she all on my body so you know she gon let me smash Can't let them get past I'm making some plays for the my team know I ball like Steve Nash My foot on the gas, I said you can't past, you gotta catch me when I dash I can't trust them snakes in the grass They tryna me stab me in back You want smoke don't get turned to a pack I got talent I know I can't slack Love the cheddar but I hate the rats Making it out ain't no regular task Go up like a rocket I'm ready to blast She throwing it back so I'm smacking her ass I'm feeling like bane when I'm breaking her back You dripped in designer still stuck in the trap Diamonds they keeping me cool I keep a small circle i watch how I move You dropping few bands on some shoes now You don't got money when rent really due Stacking money I'm getting the blues It's me versus you who you think she gon choose? Hungry nigga got something to prove I'm grinding to win cuz I hate when I lose Drip straight water but I got the juice Niggas hating can't do what I do Fighting pain but they ain't have a clue Say you love me then show me it's true Shining bright like a light bulb She can't wait to suck me she just wanna blow like a fuse And the team getting money We getting the bread and we stacking it up like some Jews And I know my potential is higher than high Cuz it's going up straight through the roof And I'm focused on money and making this music But soon I might cop me a coupe Just keep it a buck if you lying to me Then that means that you scared of the truth Know some niggas that ball but don't hoop Getting money is all that they do Get it active at this party Get it jumping like Jeff Hardy Ain't text back I'm smacked I'm sorry Smoking gas like Rastafaris Know I flex like playboy carti Think she good I know she naughty Snakes blend in with everybody I can't really trust nobody Get it active at this party Get it jumping like Jeff Hardy Ain't text back I'm smacked I'm sorry Smoking gas like Rastafaris Know I flex like playboy carti Think she good I know she naughty Snakes blend in with everybody I can't really trust nobody I need a bag and I need it Fast I gotta go get to the cash These niggas is mad cuz they got no cash they tryna keep me back in last I smell like Dior she all on my body so you know she gon let me smash Can't let them get past I'm making some plays for the my team know I ball like Steve Nash My foot on the gas, I said you can't past, you gotta catch me when I dash I can't trust them snakes in the grass They tryna me stab me in back You want smoke don't get turned to a pack I got talent I know I can't slack Love the cheddar but I hate the rats Making it out ain't no regular task