Black Beatles in the city, be back immediately, to confiscate the monies
I sent flowers but you said you didn't receive
But you said you didn't need
That girl is a real crowd, please
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Pratt girl still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the knees
Getting so gone I'm not blinkin'
What in the world was I thinkin'?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothing to explain
I'm a fuckin' black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin' John Lennon, lenses like to see him spread
Eagle took a bitch to the club and led a party
On the table screamin', everybody's famous
Like clockwork, I blow it off
Then get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the bass belly rollin'
She think she love me, I think she trollin'
That girl is a real crowd, please
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Pratt girl still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the knees
With two girls look like Scribbles in they real clothes
A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow lamb, red like dope
They say they cool out, and them just came in through the side, though
It's so much money on the floor, we buyin' school clothes
Why you bring a money machine to the club, though?
And a pint of lean, pound of weed, and a key, though
I hear a stealth, pass a hater like a rondo
I upgrade, change my clothes, and I'm a rich hoe, too
Your baby mama to a condo
Like Choco, servin' Yale to the gringos
Black Beetle Club clothes when I say so
That girl is a real crowd, please
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Pratt girl still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the knee
She's a good teaser, and we blowin' reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don't * with me, I'll break your heart, baby
T-T and G on me, I got a lot of flavor
Fifty hundred on my feet, I'm tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I'm rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I'm rich, I'm still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like it's still the 80s
I've been blowin' OG cause y'all feelin' less sedated
I can't worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beetle, bitch, me and Parma couldn't relate it
That girl is a real crowd, please
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girl still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the knee
They lose
They lose it when the DJ Callers 1
They lose it when the team atmospheric
Gonna let me down
Lookin' sick, scene aro Sabbath
Gettin' high, st Mechanics
The first to come, wait for it
I'm telling everybody That I'm the one
They're privileging me
I'm telling everybody That I'm the one
I'm choking on the money
Holdin' on to a pair of gloves
Lookin' like I'm treatin' for some étant