4 My Town Lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Yeah So priceless Life so priceless nigga You understand me, it's just like that My car so priceless My bitch so priceless My familia is so priceless nigga You understand me? Either you with us Or you ain't with us Either you in tha huddle Or you out the huddle Either you ridin' Or we passin', flyin' by saying fuck ya It's Young Money Cash Money playboy That's about the size of 'em At the roof top So hot up here nigga YEAHHH LET'S GO! [Chorus: Drake] Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound And I swear it's going down, I'm just reppin' for my town Off a cup of C.J. Gibson, man I'm faded off the pound And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated I ain't got no cap and gown But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground [Drake] Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical Spades of the Opus baby What you got a feeling for I can show you new things Have you feeling spiritual Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes' miracles! Yeah ok they say that I'm the one in fact Some say that I'm they favorite But I ain't hearing none of that I'm all about my team hoe, Young Money running back Cash money superstar, where the fuck is Stunna at? [Birdman] Untouchable, 40 with my AK, master mind Big money heavyweight On the grind, flippin' money in every way Headlines, my bitch shine everyday Pearl white Don P., Marc Jacob glove Cartier Louis case with a dope blood From the mud where they wet you Leave you in ya blood Goin' in flip a hundred get the young plug Show 'em where it go, floatin' on the float Gettin' mo' dough, grind hard, go! Black diamond show, watch the flame blow And how you stay grounded, cash no go And how you stay mounded, cash no flow And how you stay shinin', Bentley off the floor And how you stay high, purple pine dro Diamond mink furs, February snow. [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] CJ, YEAH, STUNNA! Uhhh, you know you're paid When you got Baby with you It's Young Money, like Ben Frank's baby pictures I'm the lady twista, I kiss her whiskers I been runnin' this shit, blisters Stickin' to the script, movie star money And if you gassed up, I leave the car runnin' I'm a big smoker, I'm a little drinker The peace sign is just a trigger and the middle finger W-what you know 'bout it, man y'all clueless I let two women ride me, that's carpoolers I rock stupid ice, Mr. Water Coolers If y'all in the building, then we are intruders Simmer me down pimpin', let me handle this I know the game, analyst Man I'm the shit, and y'all janitors Blow out the kush and crack a smile for the cameras! [Chorus] [Baby Talking] Drizzy One hundredBirdman f/ Drake, Lil Wayne - 4 My Town - http://motolyrics.com/birdman-f-drake-lil-wayne/4-my-town-lyrics.html