4SeasonZ Worth - Tom Ford Coat Lyrics

Mmhm Foe seasons huh
Mmhm Foe seasons huh
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Blunt got a stem and it won't stop hittin
Blunt got a stem and it won't stop hittin
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Run to the money I can't stop sprintin
Run to the money I can't stop sprintin
Sorry baby but I put the money over you and you
She said seasons you don't really mean it bitch I do I do
Hips go back and forth when she on top just like a hula hoop
If she stick around I let her f*ck me in the Bentley coupe
Gas baby yeah I might exhaust in this bitch mm
Sauce baby yeah you might get lost in this shit mm
Bag baby yeah ya boy a boss in this bitch mm
Pull up Kyrie Irving with the cross in this bitch mm
Pull up all my brothers they be flossin and shit mm
These hoes make me nervous they be stalkin and shit mm
Rollie with the diamonds I got frost on my wrist mm
Pull up Stephen Curry I be ballin and shit mm
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Blunt got a stem and it won't stop hittin
Blunt got a stem and it won't stop hittin
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Run to the money I can't stop sprintin
Run to the money I can't stop sprintin
This a Tom Ford coat
This a 20 let it float
Heard he said he wanted smoke
But I thought it was a joke hmm
Pockets thick as syrup (yeah)
I just poured a foe (yeah)
Let the money change me
Nothing like before hmm
You can tell how much it cost way it shine when I walk
You can tell that I'm a boss tell I came up from a loss
Leave his body wrapped in chalk told him I ain't tryna talk
You can tell how much I floss diamonds water color Voss
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Blunt got a stem and it won't stop hittin
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Run to the money I can't stop sprintin
Run to the money I can't stop sprintin
Gas baby yeah I might exhaust in this bitch mm
Sauce baby yeah you might get lost in this shit mm
Bag baby yeah ya boy a boss in this bitch mm
Pull up Kyrie Irving with the cross in this bitch mm
Pull up all my brothers they be flossin and shit mm
These hoes make me nervous they be stalkin and shit mm
Rollie with the diamonds I got frost on my wrist mm
Pull up Stephen Curry I be ballin and shit mm
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Blunt got a stem and it won't stop hittin
Blunt got a stem and it won't stop hittin
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Choppa go RatTat won't stop glitchin
Run to the money I can't stop sprintin
Run to the money I can't stop sprintin