Big 4
I'm for real
You're tellin' me you built a time machine?
Keep the sleaze runnin', keep the jeans comin'
What they chargin' now?
Ayy, I don't give a f*ck but I want forty-five
Come get some pussy, yeah, Megan, I'm on Tory ass (yeah)
Thirty-twos, forty-nines, CRX is pourin' lines
Tryna fold, borderline, these niggas geekin'
He only brought fifty K, well, how you want a feature? (f*ck off)
What's your name? Nice to meet ya, this for Val and Tamika
This for lost soul, hot nigga, heart cold
Bitch, I grew up with a burner code
Now I get a mil' a check, call me Darko (yeah)
Five thousand, my business, Chanel styrofoam with the pearl glasses
Switch on the blick, free Ric, we still whacked him (free Ric)
All my shit slap in the condos, the mattresses
Taylor keep throwin' tantrums, mad that I'm a bachelor
Mad that I got bitches, mad that I'm that nigga
Baby, get out your feelings, in February, we trippin'
Road life, I miss my old life, lemme show you what that road like
Fetti, bricks in, 5'2" or 6'10", I'm the shit still (yeah)
Who care if he don't hold it down, 'cause my bitch will
Maybach, Maybach with the big wheel
Seven million, all cash, that was this deal (huh)
Make a bitch get off her ass, come and drive for me
Since we talkin' 'bout Ms, I got nine of 'em
Me and Onika sellin' reefer in a five-seater
Ain't sellin' your shit, I ain't sellin' mines neither (nope)
Now it's your time Reaper, Money Man, Mr. Two Hunnid Grams
He like that gray shit, I only f*ck with tan
If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (f*ck off)
If you a ho nigga, don't come around me (at all)
I got my own niggas (yeah), I don't miss crowds (yeah)
Niggas be foul, chief (bitch), hold me down, T (ha)
If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (f*ck off)
If you a ho nigga, don't come around me (at all)
I got my own niggas (yeah), I don't miss crowds (yeah)
Niggas be foul, chief (bitch), hold me down, T (ha)
If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (f*ck off)
If you a ho nigga, don't come around me (at all)
I got my own niggas (yeah), I don't miss crowds (yeah)
Niggas be foul, chief (bitch), hold me down, T (ha)
IDGAF Video (MV)
Performed By: 42 Dugg
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Dion Hayes, Jesse Morris, tyler McCann
42 Dugg - IDGAF Lyrics
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Big 4
I'm for real
You're tellin' me you built a time machine?
Keep the sleaze runnin', keep the jeans comin'
What they chargin' now?
Ayy, I don't give a f*ck but I want forty-five
Come get some pussy, yeah, Megan, I'm on Tory ass (yeah)
Thirty-twos, forty-nines, CRX is pourin' lines
Tryna fold, borderline, these niggas geekin'
He only brought fifty K, well, how you want a feature? (f*ck off)
What's your name? Nice to meet ya, this for Val and Tamika
This for lost soul, hot nigga, heart cold
Bitch, I grew up with a burner code
Now I get a mil' a check, call me Darko (yeah)
Five thousand, my business, Chanel styrofoam with the pearl glasses
Switch on the blick, free Ric, we still whacked him (free Ric)
All my shit slap in the condos, the mattresses
Taylor keep throwin' tantrums, mad that I'm a bachelor
Mad that I got bitches, mad that I'm that nigga
Baby, get out your feelings, in February, we trippin'
Road life, I miss my old life, lemme show you what that road like
Fetti, bricks in, 5'2" or 6'10", I'm the shit still (yeah)
Who care if he don't hold it down, 'cause my bitch will
Maybach, Maybach with the big wheel
Seven million, all cash, that was this deal (huh)
Make a bitch get off her ass, come and drive for me
Since we talkin' 'bout Ms, I got nine of 'em
Me and Onika sellin' reefer in a five-seater
Ain't sellin' your shit, I ain't sellin' mines neither (nope)
Now it's your time Reaper, Money Man, Mr. Two Hunnid Grams
He like that gray shit, I only f*ck with tan
If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (f*ck off)
If you a ho nigga, don't come around me (at all)
I got my own niggas (yeah), I don't miss crowds (yeah)
Niggas be foul, chief (bitch), hold me down, T (ha)
If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (f*ck off)
If you a ho nigga, don't come around me (at all)
I got my own niggas (yeah), I don't miss crowds (yeah)
Niggas be foul, chief (bitch), hold me down, T (ha)
If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (f*ck off)
If you a ho nigga, don't come around me (at all)
I got my own niggas (yeah), I don't miss crowds (yeah)
Niggas be foul, chief (bitch), hold me down, T (ha)
I'm for real
You're tellin' me you built a time machine?
Keep the sleaze runnin', keep the jeans comin'
What they chargin' now?
Ayy, I don't give a f*ck but I want forty-five
Come get some pussy, yeah, Megan, I'm on Tory ass (yeah)
Thirty-twos, forty-nines, CRX is pourin' lines
Tryna fold, borderline, these niggas geekin'
He only brought fifty K, well, how you want a feature? (f*ck off)
What's your name? Nice to meet ya, this for Val and Tamika
This for lost soul, hot nigga, heart cold
Bitch, I grew up with a burner code
Now I get a mil' a check, call me Darko (yeah)
Five thousand, my business, Chanel styrofoam with the pearl glasses
Switch on the blick, free Ric, we still whacked him (free Ric)
All my shit slap in the condos, the mattresses
Taylor keep throwin' tantrums, mad that I'm a bachelor
Mad that I got bitches, mad that I'm that nigga
Baby, get out your feelings, in February, we trippin'
Road life, I miss my old life, lemme show you what that road like
Fetti, bricks in, 5'2" or 6'10", I'm the shit still (yeah)
Who care if he don't hold it down, 'cause my bitch will
Maybach, Maybach with the big wheel
Seven million, all cash, that was this deal (huh)
Make a bitch get off her ass, come and drive for me
Since we talkin' 'bout Ms, I got nine of 'em
Me and Onika sellin' reefer in a five-seater
Ain't sellin' your shit, I ain't sellin' mines neither (nope)
Now it's your time Reaper, Money Man, Mr. Two Hunnid Grams
He like that gray shit, I only f*ck with tan
If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (f*ck off)
If you a ho nigga, don't come around me (at all)
I got my own niggas (yeah), I don't miss crowds (yeah)
Niggas be foul, chief (bitch), hold me down, T (ha)
If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (f*ck off)
If you a ho nigga, don't come around me (at all)
I got my own niggas (yeah), I don't miss crowds (yeah)
Niggas be foul, chief (bitch), hold me down, T (ha)
If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (f*ck off)
If you a ho nigga, don't come around me (at all)
I got my own niggas (yeah), I don't miss crowds (yeah)
Niggas be foul, chief (bitch), hold me down, T (ha)
Writer: Dion Hayes, Jesse Morris, tyler McCann
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.