(Scott Storch)
Beamers, Benzes, Bentlys, Porsches and women gorgeous
Fully loaded magazines, homie, fuck a blog list (fuck, fuck, fuck)
Shit done changed, I used to dream about being on The Source
Now I dream 'bout grindin' 'til we all up on that Forbes
Beamers, Benzes, Bentlys, Porsches and women gorgeous (whoa)
Fully loaded magazines, homie, fuck a blog list (fuck, fuck, fuck)
Shit done changed, I used to dream about being on The Source (ya heard)
Now I dream 'bout grindin' 'til we all up on that Forbes
Yeah, yo, baddies off Casamigos
Homies that's dodging RICOs
Type that can spit with Wu Tang then switch and rock with Migos
No one can do what I do (nobody), I make 'em drop their egos
In fly casinos looking like I just copped some kilos (coca)
The Rari claustrophobic (skrrt)
I double-parked, they towed it (oh, no)
Just heard they locked my mans up
I know the charges bogus (hah)
The type to own my masters (yeah)
I'm dropping only classics (by myself)
Steady avoiding taxes
Under my shawty mattress (whoo)
We the type to go for money 'fore we go for fame (that's a fact)
Y'all the type that be okay with being broke and lame (you a lame)
Built it from the bottom, all we saw's an open lane
Now me and Kodo looking like a young Hov and Dame (yo, yo)
Brodie, it's no surprise (nah)
I roll with only Gods (amen)
They speaking down on my name, homie, it's only lies
I split your motherfucking wig 'til your soul divides
And leave yo' bitch on read
Beamers, Benzes, Bentlys, Porsches and women gorgeous
Fully loaded magazines, homie, fuck a blog list (fuck, fuck, fuck)
Shit done changed, I used to dream about being on The Source
Now I dream 'bout grindin' 'til we all up on that Forbes
Beamers, Benzes, Bentlys, Porsches and women gorgeous (whoa)
Fully loaded magazines, homie, fuck a blog list (fuck, fuck, fuck)
Shit done changed, I used to dream about being on The Source (ya heard)
Now I dream 'bout grindin' 'til we all up on that Forbes
Big Bern
Paper cuts, boy, I'm papered up (papered up)
Hand count a million dollars
Sipping Louis out the paper cup (the paper cup)
Spilling ashes in my favorite truck (yeah)
I moved a box from the lake house and made sure to take my cut
Taxes whooped my ass this year, that's 11 Ms
Magazine covers with my face, hope it never ends (pray to God)
You ever been to Monaco for a dinner meeting?
Another acquisition, I'm getting sick of eating
Properties in France, Italy, and Sweden (and Sweden)
Kept my foot on their neck, they having trouble breathing
Matte black G-wagon for my bitches sliding (sliding)
Might take this bitch public, you might want to buy in (might want to)
Yeah, different level tax bracket (huh)
Shit tastes so good, no, I can't pass it (can't pass it)
Organize the hundreds
Give it to my brother (my brother)
Made the Forbes list and had the best-selling cover
Beamers, Benzes, Bentlys, Porsches and women gorgeous
Fully loaded magazines, homie, fuck a blog list (fuck, fuck, fuck)
Shit done changed, I used to dream about being on The Source
Now I dream 'bout grindin' 'til we all up on that Forbes
Beamers, Benzes, Bentlys, Porsches and women gorgeous (whoa)
Fully loaded magazines, homie, fuck a blog list (fuck, fuck, fuck)
Shit done changed, I used to dream about being on The Source (ya heard)
Now I dream 'bout grindin' 'til we all up on that Forbes