2 Chainz — Forbes Musik

[Chorus: 2 Chainz] 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 [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] 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 [Chorus: 2 Chainz] 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 [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] 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 [Chorus: 2 Chainz] 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 [Verse 3: Jim Jones] 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 [Chorus: 2 Chainz] 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