four leaf clover

It ain't over till I say that shit is over
 Pull up in a Benz, all green, four-leaf clover
 Niggas talking dumb, that shit is over
 I'm smoking hella loud, I'm never sober
 Talk behind me, I got shit up in this car, fool
 Foot'll press the gas, I ain't never pulling over
 And I ain't got no time for that weak shit
 With my brodie, we gon' fuck out the weekend
 Hot in the back room, see you this evening
 Rolled up a joint to the face, now I'm geeking
 Do you fuck with me, or is you fucking with policemen?
 Whole quarter pound of gas, I don't need friends
 Open up the laptop and secure the bag
 That's the one and only motherfucking mission
 Get the money, only God is my witness
 I told her, "I'm gon' get a bag"
 Empire up on my jeans
 Shirt hanging up off my ass
 Niggas always capping now
 Niggas always capping, this song get them right
 Knife up on my belt, got a shotgun in the back
 I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna use it
 I don't wanna pull it out, twist it, and abuse it
 I finessed him and that pussy nigga clueless
 Said you wanna kill me, let's get to it
 Pull that trigger, nigga, I know you can do it
 Show you how, I really know you wanna prove it
 Everybody with me fuck with drug usage
 I'm just taking tokes and I'm making hella music
 And if you got a stash, then, nigga, move it
 Let me know where that cash at, where the tools is
 I'm getting money, that bitch don't want me
 Count up the thirty, nothing ain't get me