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Travis Porter - 4 My Niggas Lyrics (Feat. Trinidad James)

Travis Porter – 4 My Niggas Lyrics (Feat. Trinidad James)

Traveyy, hey
For everybody who gettin’ that money
Whoo
Trinidad
1 2 3
Look!

[Hook: x2]
This fo’ all my nigga gen’ money
Dope boy that keep trap bumpin’
Stripper girls can’t wait till Monday (At Magic)
Everybody that keep it one hundred
For my nigga put lean in that sprite
For shawty put weed in that blunt,
Fuck nigga we ball all night,
Every day of the week we stunt.

Hey look, all my niggas get money,
Yeah we keep it one hundred,
Some niggas scared of dat money,
I’m racked up and I’m stuntin
Yeah I keep my hair nappy as hell
But that don’t mean I’m getting no money
Shawty told me pull my pants up,
Why you gotta be so damn country
Don’t let nappy look fool you,
Don’t make me call in my jeweler
Don’t make me cop lil rollie,
Don’t make me cop a Franck Muller
Don’t make me make a withdraw,
We don’t fuck with no law, (Fuck ‘Em!)
Pussy nigga try to rob me and I’ma go upside nigga jaw (PHAT!)
Don’t let pull out them racks,
Don’t let walk out the stacks,
If I take you girl, if take you girl
Just know she won’t be back
Dem strippers love us bro,
Look at all the funds we throw,
Look at all dem ones on the floor
Look at all them records we sold

I need all my hoes for central station,
Fuck a bujey bitch
And now you ain’t in my section nigga,
No fuck niggas on my list (Pussy!)
I’m in this bitch with my niggas,
That’s Ali, Strap, and Quez
I’m working on this triple play
That’s molly, weed, and head
That’s your bitch
I hope not,
Cause Instagram’s where I got her (HA!)
Valley hill where I fucked her,
That’s your crib where I dropped her off (Bitch)
Here come that walk of shame
Real niggas; my campaign
So them dope boys
My fam, man
And that stripper girl, my sister (Yes Lord)
This song for anybody got somebody like that in the system
Lyrical?
My dick nigga!
Got hoes licking my dick, nigga!
And I ain’t changin’ for shit,
I-I-I-I ain’t changin’ for shit (No sir)
So all you conscious niggas get your consious off my dick
I say worry about your bitch
Before she un-conscious off this dick (God Damn!)
Pass em to them Porter boys and might wanna change your bitch
(Deuces)
James Bitch!

[Hook: x2]
I don’t really want to do much trippin’
My crib too high in the sky
I don’t really do to much walkin’
My car, my bus, I fly
They say I’m in your city
Y’all niggas better hide y’all wife,
Cause if your bitch is bad
I’ma change her life
Okay, I got it girl in Houston
She always bring me lean
I got a chick from Cali
She always bring me green
Got a bad yellow bitch from Florida
Y’all niggas really couldn’t afford her,
And every time we fuck
Shawty let me record her
Okay at Monday night we at magic
Two hoes on the pole just trappin’
They getting that money they stackin’
Two hoes on the floor just backin’
All my niggas on the east, what’s happening?
On the floor, rolling dice just crappin’
Dis for all my people working nine to five
Can’t wait to get them taxes.

My nigga put weed in that sprite
Try to rob me dead on sight (Bah, Bah!)
I’m drippin wet in ice
I need a bad bitch no ice
She don’t suck a dick
She don’t fuck a clique
Then no, she ain’t my type (Get out)
That rollie look so nice (Rolex)
Especially when it hits the light
If you gettin’ money got a trap bumpin’
All my niggas say dat right (Dat right)
Dribe in an old school with no pipes
Don’t get caught with that white (Nope)
I’m counting cash in my glad house
Right next to me a dirty sprite
They check with me I can buy it
Anything I wanna drive
Range Rover, ‘Rari, Maserati, new body
Twenty hoes in the lobby
I let em up they pop mollies
I’m sippin’ mud with my cuz
This stripper girl gon’ budge
They suckin’ dick while I’m on the phone
Just tryna make me a lil drug