4orty Dollars Lyrics

Ayy, what you know about having nothing

Wait, what you know about losing everything you got and get the shit right back like it's

Nothing

Heat cut off in the winter, now it's finna be a cold ass summer

Don't slave for no minimum wage, put time in your business and watch it do numbers

Ayy, Kris Kross get this bitch jumping

Forty dollars say your bitch wanna fuck me

She probably do it for the free if I'm lucky

Make my whole face cheese like I'm chucky

Chuckon the wood like a woodchuck

Got me kicked back one foot up

Got me right before a nigga looked up

Bust on her Titties, now I call it shit, chestnut

Gotta thank God I'm blessed up

Mama did it on her own, Pop just left us

Man, of the house had to grow up

Don't talk shit if you don't really know nothing

Don't throw smoke cause I got blunts

It don't really matter who you roll with

You ain't on shit if you don't own shit

And if you own shit, put your people on

Can't bring everybody around to the table

Gotta be wise who you bring along

Cause you could be the one that they leeching on

Don't got a deal but they think you on

Treat you like a meal, have a feast on you

Funny how when your money down, they don't really seem to come around

But everything that goes around, come around

Wait