Forbes Musik
That Forbs music forbs music
If you make the magazine
That mean you getting to it
I got my magazine full, and I might shoot ya
Have your whole family screaming halalua
It's that Forbs music this for rich niggas
If you don't understand it, you a bitch nigga
I'm a problem, you can't ignore this
If I sell another brick
I make the Forbs list
Fuck the car lot, I'm going shopping
I got water in my bag
I'm at the post offace, with
Fuck the radio, I fuck with
My plug from Mexico
Made a hundred thousand at the Texico
I'm a star, so my neck glo
I know time is short
I gotta make that check grow
I brought extra hoes
And they brought they clothes
That mean they standing no X and O's
All my talk is money, I need extra O's
The way I run this motherfucker
I need extra toes
That Forbs music forbs music
If you make the magazine
That mean you getting to it
I got my magazine full, and I might shoot ya
Have your whole family screaming halalua
It's that Forbs music this for rich niggas
If you don't understand it, you a bitch nigga
I'm a problem, you can't ignore this
If I sell another brick
I make the Forbs list
She got in my car, and sat on my watch
I said you're on time
Baby if this be a clock
I got the type of sound
That make your speakers pop
Plus I got stripes like an Adidias top
Banana watch
Bitch that mean the time is split
Fucked your girl so good
She tryna buy the dick
You know I bought it then, it ain't shit
Homie i'm on the top floor
Still dropping shit on 'em
I'm on the top floor, still getting no servis
Got my alarm system set on nervous
A nigga moves, mean that's trigger moves
Trigger nomatri
I teach you how to use a tool
That Forbs music forbs music
If you make the magazine
That mean you getting to it
I got my magazine full, and I might shoot ya
Have your whole family screaming halalua
It's that Forbs music this for rich niggas
If you don't understand it, you a bitch nigga
I'm a problem, you can't ignore this
If I sell another brick
I make the Forbs list
Everybody know we playing hard
We all dealers, we don't play with cards
Half my niggas locked up bars
So I'm at the dealer, I'm buying racing cars
You know my language, call it ticoon
Watch flooded like the dammage from a tifoon
You know the rules, lock, load and blast
We selling coke for cash, and we smoking gass
Foreign car, fully loaded mag
Michael Jackson, you know we bad
Tell the waitress eight more bottles
While I'm blowing shotguns all in
The face of models
That Forbs music forbs music
If you make the magazine
That mean you getting to it
I got my magazine full, and I might shoot ya
Have your whole family screaming halalua
It's that Forbs music this for rich niggas
If you don't understand it, you a bitch nigga
I'm a problem, you can't ignore this
If I sell another brick
I make the Forbs list