Lyrics
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Yeah-eah-eah-eah
(She's tryna find the words, I'm tryna find this girl)
(But it's so dark, I was under club lights)
(Find this girl, find)
She's tryna find the words, I'm tryna find this girl
But it's so dark, and I was under club lights
Call me on my iPhone, I don't pick it up much
I've been losin' friends, I don't feel right
Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers (Two to my brothers)
Fame bring pain, but the pain make money (Pain make money)
Keep it one hunnit, baby girl, what's your number? (Girl, what's your number?)
Girls numb the pain and the drugs get me numb-er
Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers (Two to my brothers)
Fame bring pain, but the pain make money (Pain make money)
Keep it one hunnit, baby girl, what's your number? (Girl, what's your number?)
Girls numb the pain and the drugs get me numb-er (Drugs get me numb-er)
Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers (Two to my brothers)
Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers (Two to my brothers)
I need four whips, so I can give 'em to my brothers, yeah (Give 'em to my brothers)
I need four cribs, so I can give 'em to my mother, yeah (Give 'em to my mom)
(Yeah, my mom... That's all I got, yeah...)
Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers
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