Ok ok ok
Ok ok ok
I'm a trill bitch
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 on
Black and leather shoe string, Louis Vuitton
Yeah I be on 'em
Like couples on a date
When I turn the lights on
All these bitches gonna hate
Turn the lights on
Ahh yeah.
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes
Ahh yeah.
Bet you never met one like me.
Swear this bitch is so trill yo
Ahh yeah.
Call em 4 dolla bill hoes
Cause these bitches not real no.
Ahh yeah
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes.
Bitch, I'm a real OT
These hoes don't know me,
But I know you saw my homies
From across the f*cking 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 back
When it drop like that.
When it drop like money,
Shit's not fair
The 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 bitch cause
The money do more damage than a motherf*ckin' fist does.
Ahh yeah.
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes
Ahh yeah.
Bet you never met one like me.
Swear this bitch is so trill yo
Ahh yeah.
Call em 4 dolla bill hoes
Cause these bitches not real no.
Ahh yeah
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes.
I be like, "F*ck the world. F*ck the world."
These 4 dolla bill bitches 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 shit
Don't need no handout from no nigga.
Money money money cars cars clothes clothes.
And when those car doors close
And the shades go down.
I'm still killing these hoes.
Ahh yeah.
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes
Ahh yeah.
Bet you never met one like me.
Swear this bitch is so trill yo
Ahh yeah.
Call em 4 dolla bill hoes
Cause these bitches not real no.
Ahh yeah
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes.
4Dolla Bill Video (MV)
Performed By: Tiara Thomas
Length: 3:49
Written by: ERIC GOUDY, EARL HOOD, TIARA THOMAS, RICO LOVE, DWAYNE NESMITH
Tiara Thomas - 4Dolla Bill Lyrics
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Ok ok ok
Ok ok ok
I'm a trill bitch
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 on
Black and leather shoe string, Louis Vuitton
Yeah I be on 'em
Like couples on a date
When I turn the lights on
All these bitches gonna hate
Turn the lights on
Ahh yeah.
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes
Ahh yeah.
Bet you never met one like me.
Swear this bitch is so trill yo
Ahh yeah.
Call em 4 dolla bill hoes
Cause these bitches not real no.
Ahh yeah
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes.
Bitch, I'm a real OT
These hoes don't know me,
But I know you saw my homies
From across the f*cking 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 back
When it drop like that.
When it drop like money,
Shit's not fair
The 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 bitch cause
The money do more damage than a motherf*ckin' fist does.
Ahh yeah.
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes
Ahh yeah.
Bet you never met one like me.
Swear this bitch is so trill yo
Ahh yeah.
Call em 4 dolla bill hoes
Cause these bitches not real no.
Ahh yeah
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes.
I be like, "F*ck the world. F*ck the world."
These 4 dolla bill bitches 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 shit
Don't need no handout from no nigga.
Money money money cars cars clothes clothes.
And when those car doors close
And the shades go down.
I'm still killing these hoes.
Ahh yeah.
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes
Ahh yeah.
Bet you never met one like me.
Swear this bitch is so trill yo
Ahh yeah.
Call em 4 dolla bill hoes
Cause these bitches not real no.
Ahh yeah
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes.
Ok ok ok
I'm a trill bitch
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 on
Black and leather shoe string, Louis Vuitton
Yeah I be on 'em
Like couples on a date
When I turn the lights on
All these bitches gonna hate
Turn the lights on
Ahh yeah.
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes
Ahh yeah.
Bet you never met one like me.
Swear this bitch is so trill yo
Ahh yeah.
Call em 4 dolla bill hoes
Cause these bitches not real no.
Ahh yeah
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes.
Bitch, I'm a real OT
These hoes don't know me,
But I know you saw my homies
From across the f*cking 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 back
When it drop like that.
When it drop like money,
Shit's not fair
The 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 bitch cause
The money do more damage than a motherf*ckin' fist does.
Ahh yeah.
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes
Ahh yeah.
Bet you never met one like me.
Swear this bitch is so trill yo
Ahh yeah.
Call em 4 dolla bill hoes
Cause these bitches not real no.
Ahh yeah
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes.
I be like, "F*ck the world. F*ck the world."
These 4 dolla bill bitches 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 shit
Don't need no handout from no nigga.
Money money money cars cars clothes clothes.
And when those car doors close
And the shades go down.
I'm still killing these hoes.
Ahh yeah.
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes
Ahh yeah.
Bet you never met one like me.
Swear this bitch is so trill yo
Ahh yeah.
Call em 4 dolla bill hoes
Cause these bitches not real no.
Ahh yeah
They just want the money money money
Cars cars clothes clothes.
Writer: ERIC GOUDY, EARL HOOD, TIARA THOMAS, RICO LOVE, DWAYNE NESMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.