4 Phones Lyrics – Rich the Kid

4 Phones Lyrics & Details

The Music Video is Produced By Smash David or Written By Rich the Kid.

4 Phones Lyrics

Got it on smash

They know I got cash, I ain’t gotta brag no more (Woo! Woo! Woo! What?)
I play with the money, I just might go snash a four (I just might go snash a four)
I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag is closed (Bag is closed)
I don’t want your bitch, but fuck it, I had to, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (Same clothes)
I drop a whole quarter, now my neck frozen (Neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever, put my team on (My team on)
Think I’m still trappin I got four phones

Niggas is cap for real
80 and a half for meal
A big ass thick so real
I don’t trap I pay the bills
Money longer need to pick up trunk
Lotta hundreds we can pick’em up
Got a
In the Tesla but I had to switch
Niggas I really count a flip
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
Rubber bands I ain’t my wrist
Broke niggas they ain’t talk ’bout shit
I was broke, had to hit that lick

They know I got cash, I ain’t gotta brag no more (Woo! Woo! Woo! What?)
I play with the money, I just might go snash a four (I just might go snash a four)
I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag is closed (Bag is closed)
I don’t want your bitch, but fuck it, I had to, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (Same clothes)
I drop a whole quarter, now my neck frozen (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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