1234 Lyrics – K Money

Read the full 1234 lyrics by K Money along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy K Money’s music, you can also explore Drill Sum and Obsessed, two other songs by K Money.

[Intro]
(DT Beatz)
Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh (Oh-oh)
Ah

[Chorus]
One, two, three, four, buckets knocking at my door (At my door)
Five, six, seven, eight, guns just landed in the crate
Nine, ten, eleven, K Money don’t talk to 12
Can’t be bringing b!tches on a drill, they just might show and tell
These n!ggas broke, couldn’t even afford a phone in jail (A phone in jail)
You’re not from my block, I see you get stabbed, I didn’t even care
TNG got the cheat code, I told ’em, “Don’t share”
All these n!ggas talking on my name, they going nowhere

[Verse]
Like I ain’t bring no b!tch I just met on the drill (No, no)
And I ain’t play with my life ever since thirty grand, that ain’t enough
The trap is jumping, n!gga, I might just sit there for a year
And **** took that plea, I’m wondering why he took that deal
‘Cause I don’t think they even got money, I’m being for real
You could block me off from seeing the Snap, but better know I’m here
And how you gon’ say you keep your distance when you can’t get near?
It’s a button on the back, one tap that b!tch, it’ll hurt your ear (Grr, grr)
My kit is lit, look like it’s a chandelier
And look at my fit, that’s fly, I’m feeling like I’m on a Lear
These hoes wanna be with me, I’m dripping like a tear
And you’re my son, lil’ n!gga, I sent you on a drill (On a drill)

[Pre-Chorus]
One, two, three, four, who’s that knocking at your door?
Five, six, seven, eight, shots gon’ hit your fu*king face
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, b!tches at my hotel
Can’t be bringing b!tches on a drill, this not a show and tell

[Chorus]

One, two, three, four, buckets knocking at my door (They knocking at my door)
Five, six, seven, eight, guns just landed in the crate (They landing)
Nine, ten, eleven, K Money don’t talk to 12 (I don’t talk to 12)
Can’t be bringing b!tches on a drill, they just might show and tell
These n!ggas broke, couldn’t even afford a phone in jail (A phone in jail)
You’re not from my block, I see you get stabbed, I didn’t even care (I didn’t even care)
TNG got the cheat code, I told ’em, “Don’t share” (I told ’em, “Don’t share”)
All these n!ggas talking on my name, they going nowhere (Don’t share)