4 Phones Lyrics - Rich The Kid

[Intro] 

Got it on smash 

[Chorus] 

They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (Woo, woo, woo, what?) 

I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat) 

I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag is close (Bag is close) 

I don't want the bitch, but fuck it, I had the ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!) 

I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (Same clothes) 

I drop a whole quarter, now my neck froze (Neck froze, ice) 

Rich Forever, put my team on (My team on) 

Think I'm still trappin', I got four phones 

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[Verse 1] 

Niggas is cap for real 

Ain't seen a half a mill 

My bitch ass thick so real (So real) 

I was trappin' to pay the bills (Woo) 

Money long need to pick-up truck (Pick-up truck) 

Lotta hundreds you can't pick 'em up 

Gotta make sure my niggas rich (Rich) 

In the Tesla but I had to switch 

Niggas fraud, really counterfeit (Counterfeit) 

Flip her over then she do a split 

They was lying but I'm really rich 

She be lying, you can't trust the bitch 

Want the money, yeah, the check that's it (That's it) 

Rubber bands all around my wrist 

Broke niggas they ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Shit) 

I was broke, had to hit that lick (Lick) 

I'm thinkin' 'bout the Wraith, I just might go snatch the Ghost 

I'm all into Forbes I ain't gotta brag no more (Ain't gotta brag, ayy) 

She give me top at the red light (Red light, what?) 

She get a bag if the head right 

Cuban links nigga iced out 

Pinky ring that's a lighthouse 

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[Chorus] 

They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (Woo, woo, woo, what?) 

I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat) 

I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag is close (Bag is close) 

I don't want the bitch, but fuck it, I had the ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!) 

I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (Same clothes) 

I drop a whole quarter, now my neck froze (Neck froze, ice) 

Rich Forever, put my team on (My team on) 

[Verse 2] 

Nigga the block is hot (Hot) 

My niggas they trap a lot (Trap) 

My bitch got the ass out (Ass out) 

Fuck her, she tap out 

My money don't max out (Max out) 

What is the cap about? 

These niggas they cap a lot 

I'm dropping the top on spot 

She ain't tryna fuck, then she get kicked out 

Niggas keep talkin' they gon' get x-ed out 

Mama said don't have my house trapped out 

Got a little foreign, 'bout to blow the back out 

Too many shows, packed-out 

He keep talkin' he can bring the racks out 

New Lamb, now I'm about to back out 

Want a Porsche but that shit was sold out 

Run a lil check, there's no more relaxin' 

I brought the Rich, you bought the Rollie 

Bitch probably lyin', said she don't know me 

I wanna ball like better than Kobe 

100 racks, blue cheese that's on me 

We ain't friends, no you're not my homie 

Rich Forever we got tall racks 

Broke bitch better fall back (Lil bitch) 

[Chorus] 

They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (Woo, woo, woo, what?) 

I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat) 

I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag is close (Bag is close) 

I don't want the bitch, but fuck it, I had the ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!) 

I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (Same clothes) 

I drop a whole quarter, now my neck froze (Neck froze, ice) 

Rich Forever, put my team on (My team on) 

Think I'm still trappin', I got four phones