Forgiatos

[Intro: Ballout, Capo & Both] 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 [Chorus: Chief Keef] 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 [Verse 1: Ballout] 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) [Chorus: Chief Keef] 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 [Verse 2: Capo] 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, ragin', 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, ragin', man, let them hammers spit (Glo Gang) [Chorus: Chief Keef] 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