Tha Alumni Music Group - Forbes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Bricc Baby & Kid Ink]
I just copped a foreign used to ride Accords
I just shopped at stores you cannot afford
VVS's over breakfast called that lucky charms
That's that rich nigga shit I'm try'na make the Forbes
Rich nigga shit I'm try'na make the Forbes
Fuck that rich nigga shit I'm try'na make the Forbes
Rich nigga shit I'm try'na make the Forbes
That's that rich nigga shit I'm try'na make the Forbes

[Verse 1: Bricc Baby]
Heard you copped that Honda, I be riding Bentley
And I heard you niggas try to ride me, trigger finger itching
Make that probably busting down a brick, whip it in the kitchen
Pour a four of lean, in the trunk, now a nigga sip hold up
Try'na make the Forbes, try'na make the Forbes
Check my brand new crib, got too many floors got too many floors
I'ma take that bitch, just like Diddy, fuck her, I be sure
Bet that, 41 minute, Presidential cost me 40
Got that bitch, eating sushimi, I've been caught, with that crispy thing
Try to ride me, I be busting, yeah my nigga busting
Yeah we ride around with that German, or that fucking Russian
M4, short mother fucker, leave a nigga bloody

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Vee Tha Rula]
Suit case full of big dollars, I'ma die like I'm Big Poppa
Big dog make a bitch holler, black power get a man down here
Fuck a dream I just had to do it, fish tank with a barracuda
I was grinding eating ramen noodles, now I'm cooler than a fucking cooler
Big crib with the vines nigga, I'ma put this shit on vine nigga
Used to be a pine flipper, now I'm a sparkling wine sipper
Gotta have the gas in a big old bag and my bitch for a big old ass
I smash in the pockets with the pool stick, back shots better duck with the full clip

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
You can take a couple shots to your 4/5
Up late night think it's about 4:10
It's a mother fucking party hear the cork pop
I'm with three of my niggas bring four friends
Young nigga had a dream of the Forbes list now a nigga's pockets so heavy need a fork lift
It was over when I signed to the corporates now I smoke break in the Porsche while you still sitting on porches

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[Verse 4: Shy Glizzy]
Rich nigga, Glizzy Glizzy pull out with your bitch nigga
You sick nigga, she let me squeeze her ass and taste her with my crib niggas
Me and Shitty think we the shit look at my wrist nigga
Yeah this bitch cost me two bricks nigga
Glizzy gang Bat gang in my hood I'm Batman
We fucked the bad bitches and shoot at lames
Fuck all them niggas who ain't have aim
If they don't know shit they know my last name
Run it up, run it up
My youngins got them choppers in that armored truck
GG 'bout to blow we got that bomb on us
I'm try'na make the Forbes they see me coming up

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