4 Dat Money Lil Poppa, YTB Fatt & CMG The Label

[Intro: YTB Fatt]
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
Ha, I'm in L.A. with the growers (See you goin' for dog shit, right here nigga, how many you need?)
Nigga, place your order (Or you can get this amount for this amount)
Nigga, nigga, keep 'em coming
I was gon' die 'bout this shit for free, imagine what I do for that money

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
If you tryna be a around, better have a voucher
I don't know if you gon' shoot your pistol for me
When you see me, you gon' see a smacker
These niggas 'round me ready to tie up a woman
Bagg say, "Stay out the hood, boy, them millions comin'"
Six chains on, totin' a hundred
That little ass money these niggas uploaded, I done thumbed through it and spunt it
Nigga, this shit on my neck, this shit hunchin', sex
The shit they did, I done
Nigga, this shit came quick, how? I got foxes across the country
Before this deal, you could ask my city
Nigga, I was gettin' 'em hit before the money
Been had the power, now I got the cheese
Shit ain't funny
I put this shit on they head like a scrunchie
Switches, frrt, bump down hundreds
I kept this shit on order like a function
The last nigga just won't leave my conscious
We made 'em eat that shit like the munchies
In my family, I take care of the womans
Nigga, I'll pay if you hit his tummy
Nigga, I'm cashin' out, whoever done it (Frrt)