Forgiatos

Squad, I be gettin' money
I be gettin' money, countin' so much damn money
Gettin' money, countin' so much damn money
Damn money (beep)
Glo Gang, ridin' Forgiatos (fff-beep)
Glo Gang
It's Money Beatz, you dun know

I be gettin' dough, fuckin' all these hoes
And I can't tell my number, but why you don't call me, though?
I say, "Bitch, I'm in my glory", stuntin' on all these hoes
Now can I get some head while I'm leanin' off a four?
See, these niggas, they be mad, these hoes glad they saw me, though
And we don't do no pass, but I'll pass you in 'Raris, though
See, these bitches they be goin' 'cause I got all the dough
I pull up in that foreign Beamer gang, Forgiatos

I be gettin' money, countin' so much damn money (beep)
Counted up a hunnid fifty thousand last Sunday (damn)
Then I went to the strip club that Monday (whatchu do?)
Made it rain all night, all I threw was hunnids (haha)
They like, "Ballout, you gettin' too much damn money" (money)
Never too much, I got too much damn money
Pulled up on them Forgis, had them hoes going bonkers (vroom)
I don't trust these hoes, I don't fuck on 'em with no condom (no)
I don't trust these hoes, I just fuck 'em then I dump 'em (bitch, get out)
Leanin' off this Act', got people talkin' 'bout my stomach (leanin')
Fresh as hell, make a hood bitch straight vomit (eugh)
Still in the hood ridin' Forgiatos, bitch, stuntin' (vroom)

I be gettin' dough, fuckin' all these hoes
And I can't tell my number, but why you don't call me, though?
I say, "Bitch, I'm in my glory", stuntin' on all these hoes
Now can I get some head while I'm leanin' off a four?
See, these niggas, they be mad, these hoes glad they saw me, though
And we don't do no pass, but I'll pass you in 'Raris, though
See, these bitches they be goin' 'cause I got all the dough
I pull up in that foreign Beamer gang, Forgiatos

I pull up in that foreign Beamer gang, Forgiatos
And, I get so much dough, I got it all, for you, it's slow
And, you can't get no money, you dark and I tend to Glo
And, yeah, we cocky, arrogant, Reggie, man, let them hammers spit
All these bitches goin', don't want them no mo', ain't none to pick
Two cell phones, if I had three, promise you, still won't call a bitch
All these niggas rappin' for outer sky checks, man, that's some shit
When I'm at the top, we the Glo Gang, let us take on yo' bitch
And we ride with TECs, MACs, and .30s, FNs, all type of shit
Yeah, we cocky, arrogant, Reggie, man, let them hammers spit (Glo Gang)

I be gettin' dough, fuckin' all these hoes
And I can't tell my number, but why you don't call me, though?
I say, "Bitch, I'm in my glory", stuntin' on all these hoes
Now can I get some head while I'm leanin' off a four?
See, these niggas, they be mad, these hoes glad they saw me, though
And we don't do no pass, but I'll pass you in 'Raris, though
See, these bitches they be goin' 'cause I got all the dough
I pull up in that foreign Beamer gang, Forgiatos