SAP - Forbes lyrics

[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 n***a sh** I'm try'na make the Forbes Rich n***a sh** I'm try'na make the Forbes f** that rich n***a sh** I'm try'na make the Forbes Rich n***a sh** I'm try'na make the Forbes That's that rich n***a sh** I'm try'na make the Forbes [Verse 1: Bricc Baby] Heard you copped that Honda, I be riding Bentley And I heard you n***as 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 n***a 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 b**h, just like Diddy, f** her, I be sure Bet that, 41 minute, Presidential cost me 40 Got that b**h, eating sushimi, I've been caught, with that crispy thing Try to ride me, I be busting, yeah my n***a busting Yeah we ride around with that German, or that f**ing Russian M4, short mother f**er, leave a n***a 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 b**h holler, black power get a man down here f** 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 f**ing cooler Big crib with the vines n***a, I'ma put this sh** on vine n***a Used to be a pine flipper, now I'm a sparkling wine sipper Gotta have the gas in a big old bag and my b**h for a big old a** 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 f**ing party hear the cork pop I'm with three of my n***as bring four friends Young n***a had a dream of the Forbes list now a n***a'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 [Hook] [Verse 4: Shy Glizzy] Rich n***a, Glizzy Glizzy pull out with your b**h n***a You sick n***a, she let me squeeze her a** and taste her with my crib n***as Me and sh**ty think we the sh** look at my wrist n***a Yeah this b**h cost me two bricks n***a Glizzy gang Bat gang in my hood I'm Batman We f**ed the bad b**hes and shoot at lames f** all them n***as who ain't have aim If they don't know sh** 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 [Hook]