Lyrics 4 Girlz - Rome Fortune

4 Girlz

Cavalli collecta
Choochie Impala
By design, I think I was designed by designers
Kicking it with Tiffany she added a Brianna
In Milano with a Del Rey, Lana
Am I that nigga?
Well ya can’t say «Kinda»
Not a rap nigga make sure they won’t find ya
If it’s fake make sure it jiggle lil' mama
Alarmed if you find me along with some RAMA
Armed and equipped
Semi on my hip
If a nigga trip boy I bet it’s bout
Bet it’s bout of b***h
Come get ya
Cum fetcha
I’m a one of none hun.
You a lunch special
Did good but I bet I’ll do ya one better
Slick hood.
Hit a lick like a love letter
Just made a deposit of velvet
She got a onion booty but my pockets on bell pepper
Flow dumb and I know so
Money got my mind in a chokehold
Can’t waste breath on a broke hoe
Bread pudding in your face like Young Dro
Goin in but I’m finna go go
4 girls in a coupe like a 4 door
4 girls in a coupe and it’s no bros
4 girls in a coupe like a Volvo
I get why niggas don’t like me
Ego high like a prime Ali
Fine by me
I mind my b-I-z
No one in my league
With a ballet dance I met in Bali
In some old Balmain not the 2019's
I ain’t never been a nigga who get what I need
I ain’t never let a nigga life if he try me
You trippin with no passport
And ya cash short
Face good I ain’t even ask for it
You should take a crash course
Like a math course
Not the past this a fast forward
Black ass nigga like Mozambique
Quick to the point I know my needs
And if you don’t that’s what you want
But that’s my point I know bout me