Lyrics:
[Intro]
My beat forever
4 Ever My Beat, 4 Ever My Beat (echoes)
4-4-4-4-4 Ever My...
[Daddy-O]
4 Ever My Beat, this beat is mine forever
gonn throw me the beat ama bash it
Open the closet ma fashion
I play go fish with the drip when I match it
Effortless running on passion came in this
More money, more problems, tell me what's worse
Gettin' audited by the government, givin' up millions to the IRS
Or havin' to take a paternity test
own business
So why the police want to send me to prison
They see a brother makin' major cash
They knock a patch out his black ass
And that's
tá by my side
And Im runnin
Im cook it up cook it up cook it up
Makin a move a minha turma só vence
Eu não confundo no fundo ela fuma
Depois que dou
We got checks like Nike
Money excite me
See the cash, ahh, eee
Now the jakes can't stop me
Keep my money overseas
Some where by palm trees
Do this
a flower some days I get a bucket
Don't celebrate me in private then try to bash me in the public
I'm still here and I love it
Loose ends you gotta cut em
2021 by BGourd
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4:08 PM by me
Created
Oct 6, 2021
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Man don't teach me in my suit
No leather skin I come
flipping
The new to the next, and of course the nextus
The greatest, the grandest, of course you expect this
In cash, boom bash, slash, grammatical
Continual
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Back on the scene
You back on defeat
Too bad you ain't peak
Your talking is cheap
I got a dream I
killing it
Bash through window
Cash cannot let go
Forever where we go
Green flames Shego
Mission be Possible Tommy the cruise
Sipping the vodka got AKA
the cash be; watchin for task force
Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
Crib in
Stealing sauce, you aint the real me
Palm angels on
Pacsun aint shit to me
Baby call me fly to my face
But she bash me on IG
Fucking D3 bitches getting old
money ain't a problem
I got cash, if you a bad bitch, fuck with me baby, baby
One time, one, one time
Got a bad bitch in the back seat and she ride
(Brrr)
Change a bitch life when she
Layin' with a hustler
Had the same attitude when I
Was playin' with a onion (Uh, huh)
Your girl ask for cash
You might
boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right
wanna be him, Wish him well
Smoking on kills, you can tell by the smell
Whole lot of cash, you can tell by the smell
Whole lot of cash, you can tell by
girlfriends, rolling by my side,
Stacks of money, we be taking worldwide.
Yachts in the harbor, shining in the sun,
Makin' moves, we the kings, number one.
'em boom so bash and bruise
And confuse 'em, wait a minute did I lose 'em?
I'ma put it down baby, fuck these kids
I will splash 'em and ask 'em who
Havin' baby after baby by the same old chump
And then the day came, he left the dame shamed
But who's to blame? Y'all know the name of the game
Pimp
on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not
had her first baby
I held her hand when her eye's closed
Man, I miss her laugh
Why we live fast?
Why we get some cash and watch friends change?
I
it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have
by nice shit
That a cuff uh nigga up fuck a nightstick
Hold my hand feel the chill on my nice wrist (that's my fucking baby)
Give me a reason
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