Tiara Thomas - 4 Dollar Bill Lyrics
[Verse 1: Tiara Thomas]I'm a trill *****.That's straight out the gate.And the forties outta space. (?)That is not up for debate.And I got a lot of drugs.And a new attitude.I should open up my closet,So you can see what it do.Got a white t-shirt and skinny jeans onBlack and leather shoe string, Louis Vuitton.Yeah I be on 'emLike couples on a date.When I turn the lights on,All these *****es gonna hate.Turn the lights on.[Hook: Tiara Thomas]Ahh yeah.They just want the money money moneyCars cars clothes clothes.Ahh yeah.Bet you never met one like me.Swear this ***** is so trill yo.Ahh yeah.Call em 4 dolla bill hoesCause these *****es not real no.Ahh yeahThey just want the money money moneyCars cars clothes clothes.[Verse 2: Tiara Thomas]*****, I'm a real OT. (?)These hoes don't know me,But I know you saw my homiesFrom across the *****ing street.They were waiting in the car, all black.They were throwin' those seats right back.And I know you heard that bangin' 808 up in the backWhen it drop like that.[Verse 3: Tiara Thomas]When it drop like money,Shit's not fairThe shit's not funny.When you say those things,Behind your screen.When you see my team,You get soft like bunnies.Don't like don't like don't like those niggas.Don't fight don't fight don't fight no ***** causeThe money do more damage than a mother*****in' fist does.Hook x1[Verse 4: Tiara Thomas]I be like, "***** the world. ***** the world."These 4 dolla bill *****es can't touch a girl.Cause you know I'm out here gettin' it.And I'm all about my business.On top of my shitDon't need no handout from no nigga.Money money money cars cars clothes clothes.And when those car doors closeAnd the shades go down.I'm still killing these hoes.Hook x1
