$quad - 444 (feat. Goldyy & Luke V) Lyrics

These rappers better just get out my way, bitch you know i'm getting paid
Four for four no more nuggets on my plate
I been f*ckin' with the steaks
Filet mignon, i'm the bomb
And i'm bout to take
These rappers down
With the sound
So its no mistake
Imma stack and put my money in the safe
Out in cali it's an earthquake
Never on break so I work late
Under the dirt basement is where I made it
So imma take it
To the next floor up
Got a full cup, lets drink then pour up
Groupy bitches wanna f*ck, but that just more lust
I throw bucks
Give no f*cks
Got bitches doin' toe touch (Woah)
I just got the new coupe so i'm racin'
Four fourty four on the plate man
I be overseas sunbakin'
And bitch you know I made it from the basement
It's goldyy baby in this bitch
Bitch I play with keys like i'm khaled
These labes dialed in, cuz they heard we known to rock shit
And no i'm not the one you wanna box with
You get popped quick
Nigga's callin' me a locksmith
And we gon turn this party to a mosh pit
This water drippin' on me like a faucet
And me and gettin' money is a constant
My shooters locked in
Pass the mic and lemme talk shit
Cash baby in this bitch
I got that drippery
I been playin' with this money like a symphony
All these labes and these thotties tryna get with me
I keep it simpily
Ain't talkin' billions you cant sit with me
Lets get it
I'm an alien
They lookin' at me differently
Your bitch a brainy I could swear she got like six degrees
She wanna f*ck then it's 10k to get this dickery
Bitch im whoopie gang
Can't get shit for free
I just got the new coupe so i'm racin'
Four fourty four on the plate man
I be overseas sunbakin'
And bitch you know I made it from the basement
I just got the new coupe so i'm racin'
Four fourty four on the plate man
I be overseas sunbakin'
And bitch you know I made it from the basement
Four fourty four bitch i'm feelin' like HOV
Ever since i've seen it i've been stuck in a mode
Drop the tape and wait a minute
Let it sit until it's sold
When they all tune in bet they all go "ohh"
"That's hot shit, boy don't stop this"
"I know you aimin for the top, you know where the top is"
I know you fakin' broke boy you don't really pop shit
Gas for the low so you know i'm makin' profits
And I ain't gonna stop
Bring fourty four
And i'm speakin' on the shots
All I know is when I drop
They gon say this shit bop
I been steady with your girl
With your boo
With your thot
I been
Winnin' and you not
Might pop off with this nonstop
Aye tell slime keep the blunts low
I ball like Wilson no russel
You can't compare to my hustle
I make your bitch cupid shuffle
I light it up and then I pass it to my brother
Why this boy slick think he goin' undercover
Funny cuz I really got his bitch under the covers
None of them rappers deserve to be up on that cover
Man quit sleepin'
Get the f*ck up out your slumber
Man Luke V one cold mother f*cker
Man Luke V one cold blood sucker
He gonna be on top by the end of the summer
Obviously they dont want smoke
I got gun smoke
With the lung smoke
We were once both
Just some young folks
Yeah tryna get some paper
Y'all dudes candy rappin' ass now or laters
I be on that 96' MJ fader
I don't give a f*ck i'll chug this shit without a chaser
I don't give a f*ck i'll beat a pussy with my saber
And then pull off in a mother f*cking razer
Like look at all this cash flow
I been balling up with that Steve f*cking Nash flow
I met a bitch she was from El Paso
Been pullin' bitches like I got a f*cking lasso
I just got the new coupe so i'm racin'
Four fourty four on the plate man
I be overseas sunbakin'
And bitch you know I made it from the basement
I just got the new coupe so i'm racin'
Four fourty four on the plate man
I be overseas sunbakin'
And bitch you know I made it from the basement