Young Cash - Forever lyrics

[Intro: Young Cash and T-Pain] Leon County n***a! (Okay, yeah!) Duval County, n***a! (Okay, yeah!) Let's go! (Pizzle, yeah!) Young Cash! (Nappy Boooooooooy!) What you wanna do, Pain? You wanna rap, n***a? You wanna sing, n***a? We do it all, sh**! (Hey you can take the auto-tune off) (I'mma just, I'mma do it like this) (Okay, let's go) C'mon! [Verse 1: T-Pain] Last name, Pizzle First name, Teddy Distributin' that R&B 'caine like Eddie Due to all these motherf**ers hatin' so heavy I done got enough bread to buy twenty more Chevies All these b**hes wanna s** my stick, Chick-O Said I got the game wrapped up, burrito n***as hatin', I'll forget about it, Guido All you do is call 9-1-1, Reno I'd appreciate it if you didn't f** with me Cause I don't f** with rats and yo' hood is a Chuck E. Cheese Catch that b**h in that car s**in' these All the seats down cause she still on her f**in' knees Yeah, so you wanna hate on me on Twitter, right? Y'all n***as is internet G's like a gigabyte Cause @YoungCash'll get up on that kryptonite MapQuest your address and run up in your sh** tonight b**h, alright? [Hook: T-Pain] It may not mean nothin' to y'all But ain't nobody writin' the songs for me They hatin' cause I'm doin' it all I can do this sh** forever man (ever man, ever man) And I ain't hesitatin' at all Cause I got n***as totin' the gun for me And we can do whatever we want I can do this sh** forever man (ever man, ever man) (Ever man, ever man) (sh**, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ever man, ever man) [Verse 2: Young Cash] Last name, Galaxy First name, Joey Run up on a gansta, p**y n***a, you don't know me Call cash a virgin, I never get f**ed, boy Fire on deck and another in the trunk, boy Dead Presidents in my pocket (plenty) Got goons in Georgia and all (?) Guns imported straight from Zamunda (City) We party, party, party, get wasted (Rémy) Act like you don't know and I will make you a believer My mama said my daddy was a G, and I believe her Both of y'all dogs like a golden retriever You see the apple don't fall far from the tree, bro Life, can't complain, but I might go to prison Pain say he got me, dog, so really I ain't trippin' Only thing I'm missin' is the money and the women And still I'mma find a way to f** me some b**hes J, snitches [Hook] It may not mean nothin' to y'all But ain't nobody writin' the songs for me They hatin' cause I'm doin' it all I can do this sh** forever man (ever man, ever man) And I ain't hesitatin' at all Cause I got n***as totin' the gun for me And we can do whatever we want I can do this sh** forever man (ever man, ever man) (Ever man, ever man) (sh**, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ever man, ever man) [Verse 3] {Alternating between T-Pain and Young Cash every two bars, starting with Young Cash} Cash in the vert, Pain in the Bugatti 15's in the bike kickin' like karate Pussies get wet every time I say "shawty" Chevy tall like a flyin' carpet, Teddy Abu Dhabi Louis on my feet, Kanye West's Aim for the head, boy, no need for the vests Teddy protein, b**h, put it in yo' breakfast I'm fly as f** like I was related to the Jetsons (?), who wanna ride with me? Nine in my Levis, skinny jeans won't fit me Everyday my birthday, this young n***a gifted Seven-figure n***a still reppin' 850 Now I'm at the mall, no money, don't trip Pain got a car the color Whoopie Goldberg's lips Plus I got a gun the color of yo' girlfriend tongue-ring They be like, "Them Nappy Boy n***as is on something, this sh** bumping" [Hook]