4 15'z

[Intro]
Know what the bitches do? They pay me
Ha, they said, "That's thug", hahaha
That was hella funny
I'ma wake that bitch, I'ma wake that bitch up

[Chorus]
Four fifteens wakin' your dad up
That bitch wanna ho, puttin' the ad up
(Four fifteens in the trunk) Puttin' the ad up
Four fifteens, I'm puttin' that ad up
Four fifteens wakin' your dad up
That bitch wanna ho, puttin' the ad up (What you did?)
(Four fifteens in the trunk) Puttin' the ad up (What you did?)
I walk that shit and I talk that shit

[Verse 1]
It was a hot night in August (What?), I met this blonde bitch
Titties was fake, but the ass was awesome (She got cakes)
Met her by Chanel, Union Square in the city (Ugh)
Wonderin' what she make, would she take off the Vicky's
The situation was sticky, wait, I'll go deeper (Go deeper)
She was a renegade bitch from Santa Maria (Oh)
She said, "Scando, you know that my dough is your dough
I'll do anything you want, I'll even be your ho"
Oh, I'm on my pimpin' tip
I like Benihana's rice, garlic butter and shrimp
Her last nigga a simp (Nerd), he on that boyfriend shit (Ugh)
You should join that dark side and come fuck with a sith (Fuck with a sith)

[Chorus]
Four fifteens wakin' your dad up
That bitch wanna ho, puttin' the ad up
(Four fifteens in the trunk) Puttin' the ad up
Four fifteens, I'm puttin' that ad up
Four fifteens wakin' your dad up
That bitch wanna ho, puttin' the ad up (What you did?)
(Four fifteens in the trunk) Puttin' the ad up (What you did?)
Walk that shit and I talk that shit

[Verse 2]
Hundred K SkyMiles, yeah, I got free flights (Let's go)
Sent her down Washington Dulles, a DC heist (DC)
I need a bad-ass bitch like Karen with the fatty (Heater)
You can hand me all her chips, bitch, need a new daddy? (Dark side)
Mix Givenchy with the Off-White, stuntin' on my off-nights (Off-night)
Scandalous livin', I slapped the pastor, that's a soft right
Four fifteens in the trunk make the beat knock (Ugh)
Team knock, used to slap the shit up on my iPod (Ugh)
I ain't go to church on Sundays, boy, I hit Saks Fifth
Me, Omari and Chang, we on some pimp shit
Solemnly swear I stole from my friend place (Yeah)
Your designer is fake, nigga, we came with a Drac' (Blaow)

[Chorus]
Four fifteens wakin' your dad up
That bitch wanna ho, puttin' the ad up
(Four fifteens in the trunk) Puttin' the ad up
Four fifteens, I'm puttin' that ad up
Four fifteens wakin' your dad up
That bitch wanna ho, puttin' the ad up (What you did?)
(Four fifteens in the trunk) Puttin' the ad up (What you did?)
D-A-R-K, I'm gone the same day

[Outro]
Four fifteens in the trunk
Four fifteens—
Four fifteens in the trunk