Devoimm - 4th Quarter Merchant Lyrics

Slay, ah, come on, yeah, let's go, come on, I'll write that, I'ma show you, come on, slay
While y'all know it
Yeah, she gobble, gobble, gobble, eat it up like she Pac-Man
Picture with the Drake, we f*ck around and do that one dance
You say you don't like me, but it's cool, I got no friends
Really love the money, so these hoes, they get no chance
Whippin' in the kitchen, Gordon Ramsay, I can really cook
Puttin' belt to ass, lil' nigga, go and read a book
Talkin' to your friend and you, hoes be really shook
Focused on this paper, so I ask, bitch, I never look
Call her shit for game, buzz a beater like I'm Lil' Dang
Hundred bucks on these white people, call me Will Chain
Steady swiping cars, acing spades like I'm David Blaine
Best weed in Cali, other states, I don't hear a thing
F*ck her angle, it's Criss Angel, love that magic shit
Agrobatic clips, f*ck these niggas, make a birdie flip
In Venice Beach, really hoopin', tryna get a clip
Mad as hell, I can't get alcohol, let me get a sip
F*ckin' with this virgin and she keep sayin' just to tip
Really gotta jump her, love the heat, it's comin' off my hip
Really love to skate, no cascades, so I'll never slip
Really love this girl, she got a hoe, she got a lot of grip
Focused on the hoes and not the money, you a chicken strip
In the Bay Area, looking sharp, so I never skip
Full of detox, real shit, I need to take a dip
Wrappin' up some ribbons, push them out just to get them shipped
Love my bitches dark and brown, thinkin' they the shit
Fourth quarter merch, play with me, bet we yellin' rip
Best weed out in, nigga, so let's take a trip
I'll buy a house, a beach, and a zone, treat her like I'm tip