Lyrics Travis Porter

Travis Porter

4 My Niggas

There 4 all my nigga get money

Dope boy get that key trap bumping

Stripper girls can't wait till Monday

Everybody that keep it one hundred

4 a nigga putting lean in that sprite

4 shawty puttin weed in that blunt,

4 nigga we ball all night,

Every day of the week we stunt.

Hey look, all my niggas get money,

Yeah we keep it one hundred,

Some niggas scared of that money,

I'm recked up and I'm stuntin

Yeah I keep my hat nap sale

But that don't mean I'm getting no money

Shawty told I'm puttin pants on,

Why you gotta be so down cunchy,

Don't let that below for you,

Don't make me call my jeweler

Don't make me cop a lil rollie,

Don't make me cop a frame mula

Don't make me, make a withdraw,

Won't' fuck with o law,

Pussy nigga try to rob me and I'm a go outside nigga jump

Don't let pull up them racks,

Don't let walk out the sense,

If I take your girl, if I take your girl,

Just know she won't be back,

Don't stroke us, love us bro,

Look at all the fun we throw,

Look at all them ones on the floor

Look at all the bread as we sold

I need all my hoes from central station, fuck a boujie bitch

And now you ain't in my section nigga, no fuck niggas on my list,

I'm in this bitch with my niggas, that's Ali strapping queers

I'm working on this triple plate that molly weed and head

That's your bitch I hope not, 'cause instagram where I got her

Valley hill where I fucked her, that's your crib where I dropped her off

Here come that walk of shame, real niggas my campaign

So them dope boys my fam man

And the stripper girl my sister,

This song for anybody got somebody like that in their system

Lyrical my dick nigga, got hoes licking my dick nigga,

And I ain't changing for shit

So you conscious niggas get your conscious off of my dick

I say worry about your bitch before she unconscious off this dick

Damn, pass the tip to them porters boy you might wanna change your bitch

There 4 all my nigga get money

Dope boy get that key trap bumping

Stripper girls can't wait till Monday

Everybody that keep it one hundred

4 a nigga putting lean in that sprite

4 shawty puttin weed in that blunt,

4 nigga we ball all night,

Every day of the week we stunt.

I don't really do too much tripping, my crib too high in the sky

I don't really do too much walking, my car, my bus, I fly

They say I'm in your city, y'all nigga better hide your wife,

'Cause if your bitch is bad I'm a change her life okay

I got it girl and here's be, she always bring me lean,

I got the shit from cali, she always bring me green

Got a bad yellow bitch from Florida, got niggas really couldn't afford her,

And every time we fuck, shawty let me record her,

Okay it's Monday now we hit magic, two hoes on the pole dead traffic

They getting that money they stack it,

Two hoes on the floor jetpacking

All my niggas in the east what's happening

On the floor rolling dice just crappin

Dis for all my people working 9 to 5

Can't wait to get them taxes.

My nigga puttin lean in that sprite, tryin to rob me dead on sight

I'm drippin weight in ice, I need a bad bitch no ice,

She don't suck my bitch, she don't fuck the clique

Then no she ain't my type, then roll a lil so nice

Spent it with the head done all, if you get money got a trap bank,

All my niggas say they right,

Drive an old school with them pipes, don't get caught with their wife,

I'm counting cash in my glass hoe, right next to me dirty spark

They cheat with me I could buy, anything I wanna drive,

Range rover, rari, Maserati, new body

Between the hoes and the leverage I let em off that pop molly

I'm sipping mud with my cause

No script be gon buzz

They suckin dick while I'm on the phone

They tryin to make a little drop

There 4 all my nigga get money

Dope boy get that key trap bumping

Stripper girls can't wait till Monday

Everybody that keep it one hundred

4 a nigga putting lean in that sprite

4 shawty puttin weed in that blunt,

4 nigga we ball all night,

Every day of the week we stunt.