4th Quarter Lyrics - Singles - Ace Hood

Going way, way up 

Know it's always us 

Know in God we trust 

Soon as I wake up 

Count, count, count up 

Only man that I trust 

Paper's full of that kush 

Balling out of your budget 

4th quarter, down 10 

We just going for the win 

Crossover, hit the fade 

Not a stain on the Jays 

Courtside on the wood 

Water diamonds on me, flood 

Look who made it out the hood 

I just wish a nigga would 

Niggas hate me from the bleachers 

Niggas preying on your weakness 

I been rolling with the creatures 

20 thousand for the feature 

I'm just counting my blessings 

Ride up, smoke on that pressure 

Fuck niggas, freeze on 

You ain't allowed in my section 

We ain't the regular degular 

You lil niggas are amateurs 

Swagger so dope, it's embarrassing 

Pull up and tell me the damages 

Boy, I'm murder scene 

I'm super clean like Listerine 

And that Maybelline 

I gotta cover 

Nothing but net at the sound of the buzzer 

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Going way, way up 

Know it's always us 

Know in God we trust 

Soon as I wake up 

Count, count, count up 

Only man that I trust 

Paper's full of that kush 

Balling out of your budget 

4th quarter for the win 

Kobe Bryant with the spin 

Clinton Portis on the rims 

Dwayne Wade with the bands 

Swaggy Dell with the sauce 

Makaveli with the law 

Keep the 40 like it's malt 

In case you reaching for the floss 

Go ahead, big timer 

Taking care of my mama 

Taking care of my daughter 

And my son like his father 

I'mma be totally honest 

I'm covered in that new designer 

I'mma be totally honest 

But some of these niggas vagina 

Keep it 1000 forever 

I promise, I promise, I promise 

Young niggas straight outta Broward 

And we came to fuck up some commas 

Niggas was sleep, they in pyjamas 

Wake up the beast, we got a problem 

Jump in that water, you see them piranhas 

He thinking he balling, I pull up beside him 

Photos 

Going way, way up 

Know it's always us 

Know in God we trust 

Soon as I wake up 

Count, count, count up 

Only man that I trust 

Paper's full of that kush 

Balling out of your budget 

Boy you low class and a featherweight 

Thank God for the better days 

My chick thick as mayonnaise 

Now we fucking up the Chevy game 

Boy you better not miss the money train 

I just treat it like it's Hunger Games 

They will never want it as bad as I 

We are nothing like them other guys 

I just win and shook a hater hand 

Then I had to go and sanitise 

Team strong, this the theme song 

Got the rings on, nigga celebrate 

If I want it, she gon' come to daddy 

Never thinking twice or even hesitate 

Kush make a nigga levitate 

Big rocks in that bezzle face 

Dripped down in that Bathing Ape 

Silence when I meditate 

Yo, I'm right back in it 

All your whips get rented 

Only here 'cause they paying 

Ain't paying no attention 

Going way, way up 

Know it's always us 

Know in God we trust 

Soon as I wake up 

Count, count, count up 

Only man that I trust 

Paper's full of that kush 

Balling out of your budget