Forbes

(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