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4our 5ive Video (MV)




Performed By: Sad Money
Length: 3:00
Written by: Nathan Huggins




Sad Money - 4our 5ive Lyrics




Four five, locked loaded
F*** the state, and f*** the police
I'll shoot em, Ima bully
F*** the time, f*** the Rolle
I hit a lick, I f*** his bi***
Look at my wrist, whippin the bands
50 grand, all on the floor
All of the smoke, I let it go
Four five, locked loaded
F*** the state, and f*** the police
I'll shoot em, Ima bully
F*** the time, f*** the Rolle

Ahw sh** that's yo hoe why she chose up all this smoke
Ahw sh** that's yo bi*** why she chose up on my team
She wanna hold my strap, told that lil bi*** back back
Told that lil bi*** she bad, told that lil bi*** get the bag
Look at me n**** you look at the devil
You'll never see me bi*** get on my level
Look at my diamond a gold f***ing medal
I'm ready for war on my momma
I pull up I'm bussin that lama
So don't f***ing try me you don't want no drama
I got an army Osama Bin Laden
F*** all that sh** that you talking
I'll put your fam in a coffin

Four five, locked loaded
F*** the state, and f*** the police
I'll shoot em, Ima bully
F*** the time, f*** the Rolle
I hit a lick, I f*** his bi***
Look at my wrist, whippin the bands
50 grand, all on the floor
All of the smoke, I let it go
Four five, locked loaded
F*** the state, and f*** the police
I'll shoot em, Ima bully
F*** the time, f*** the Rolle
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Four five, locked loaded
F*** the state, and f*** the police
I'll shoot em, Ima bully
F*** the time, f*** the Rolle
I hit a lick, I f*** his bi***
Look at my wrist, whippin the bands
50 grand, all on the floor
All of the smoke, I let it go
Four five, locked loaded
F*** the state, and f*** the police
I'll shoot em, Ima bully
F*** the time, f*** the Rolle

Ahw sh** that's yo hoe why she chose up all this smoke
Ahw sh** that's yo bi*** why she chose up on my team
She wanna hold my strap, told that lil bi*** back back
Told that lil bi*** she bad, told that lil bi*** get the bag
Look at me n**** you look at the devil
You'll never see me bi*** get on my level
Look at my diamond a gold f***ing medal
I'm ready for war on my momma
I pull up I'm bussin that lama
So don't f***ing try me you don't want no drama
I got an army Osama Bin Laden
F*** all that sh** that you talking
I'll put your fam in a coffin

Four five, locked loaded
F*** the state, and f*** the police
I'll shoot em, Ima bully
F*** the time, f*** the Rolle
I hit a lick, I f*** his bi***
Look at my wrist, whippin the bands
50 grand, all on the floor
All of the smoke, I let it go
Four five, locked loaded
F*** the state, and f*** the police
I'll shoot em, Ima bully
F*** the time, f*** the Rolle
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Writer: Nathan Huggins
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