Forbes Musik

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]

That Forbs music

Forbs music

If you make the magazine, that mean you getting to it

I got my magazine full, and I might shoot ya

Have your whole family screaming halalua

It's that Forbs music

This for rich niggas

If you don't understand it, you a bitch nigga

I'm a problem, you can't ignore this

If I sell another brick, I make the Forbs list

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

Fuck the car lot, I'm going [?] shopping

I got water in my bag, [?]

I'm at the post offace, with [?]

[?]

Fuck the radio, I fuck with [?]

My plug from Mexico, made a hundred thousand at the Texico

I'm a star, so my neck glo

I know time is short, I gotta make that check grow

I brought extra hoes

And they brought they clothes

That mean they standing [?]

No X and O's

All my talk is money, I need extra O's

The way I run this motherfucker, I need extra toes

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]

That Forbs music

Forbs music

If you make the magazine, that mean you getting to it

I got my magazine full, and I might shoot ya

Have your whole family screaming halalua

It's that Forbs music

This for rich niggas

If you don't understand it, you a bitch nigga

I'm a problem, you can't ignore this

If I sell another brick, I make the Forbs list

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

She got in my car, and sat on my watch

I said you're on time, baby if this be a clock

I got the type of sound that make your speakers pop

Plus I got stripes like an Adidias top

Banana watch, bitch that mean the time is split

Fucked your girl so good, she tryna buy the dick

You know I bought it then, it ain't shit, homie

I'm on the top floor, still dropping shit on 'em

I'm on the top floor, still getting no servis

Got my alarm system set on nervous

A nigga moves, mean that's trigger moves

Trigger-nomatri, I teach you how to use a tool

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]

That Forbs music

Forbs music

If you make the magazine, that mean you getting to it

I got my magazine full, and I might shoot ya

Have your whole family screaming halalua

It's that Forbs music

This for rich niggas

If you don't understand it, you a bitch nigga

I'm a problem, you can't ignore this

If I sell another brick, I make the Forbs list

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]

Everybody know we playing hard

We all dealers, we don't play with cards

Half my niggas locked up [?] bars

So I'm at the dealer, I'm buying racing cars

You know my language, call it ticoon

Watch flooded like the dammage from a tifoon

You know the rules, lock, load and blast

We selling coke for cash, and we smoking gass

Foreign car, fully loaded mag

Michael Jackson, you know we bad

Tell the waitress eight more bottles

While I'm blowing shotguns all in the face of models

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]

That Forbs music

Forbs music

If you make the magazine, that mean you getting to it

I got my magazine full, and I might shoot ya

Have your whole family screaming halalua

It's that Forbs music

This for rich niggas

If you don't understand it, you a bitch nigga

I'm a problem, you can't ignore this

If I sell another brick, I make the Forbs list