Beamer Boy

I'm a schemer boy, I'm a dreamer boy I love a girl that don't even fuckin' need a boy Baby, I'm a beamer boy, need a beamer boy I want a Z3, that's a two-seater, boy I pull my cash-out, shorty pass out Take her ass out, then I spaz out Okay, yeah, I hit that, shorty, get back I got death notes, where my list at? Yeah, I'm in my zone now, I put my phone down I'm on my own now, I'm on my own now She wanna go down on a real one I hit Olof like, "What's the deal, bro?" See me doin' shows now, I'm a pro now I got hoes now, I got some dough now But they don't wanna hear that, they want that real shit They want that drug talk, that I can't feel shit I'm never comin' home now, all alone now Can't let my bros down, can't let my bros down I feel like I'm a no one, that's what they told me I'ma show ya, I was chosen, ayy I'm a beamer boy I'm a beamer boy