BMW lyrics

[Intro:]
(30 On The Beat)

[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Counting up these checks, taking care of business
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
One million, two million, gettin' to the riches

Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
(Dash)

[Verse 1: Yung Dash]
Counting green, feeling like a vegetarian
Smoking on that grass, out this earth, alien
In cloud nine, I am so high
Something on my mind, money gotta grind

Uh, it's either my way or the highway
All those snakes go that way, f*ck b*tches and make money
Yea, the weed made me slow-mo
Your b*tch, yea she on go-go
Bands a make dance
Haters make me laugh
Yea, my name is Dash
Snakes in the grass

Fists like Mayweather, n*ggas change like the weather
sh*t getting kinda spooky, moving light, like a feather
Money on my mind, motive is to grind
Shine like the sun, feeling like the chosen one

Feeling cold, all this ice on my neck
b*tches come and go, counting all these checks
[?] from the earth, morning bird, need that worm
I'm in outer space, I'm out this earth

[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Counting up these checks, taking care of business
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
One million, two million, gettin' to the riches

Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
[Verse 2: 30 On The Beat]
Gotta lotta money, gotta lotta weed
Gotta lotta b*tches, and you know I'm on the beat (Thirty)
Thirty in this bih', and you know I'm f*ckin' up a check
All these hoes on their knees, and you know they all be giving neck

All about this paper, I'm bout to cop a bag (whoo)
Specially bout my b*tches, so I can't go out sad (go out sad)
Money in the duffle, bring it to the trap house
Run up on a n*gga, finna get your ass knocked out (grraaat)

Got my n*gga Dash, sliding on the track (whoo)
Three-hunnid for the ice, I ain't never take it back (shine)
Out here in the Bluffs, making plays with the trapper
Counting up these grams, I ain't talking bout them crackers

Money, weed, and a whole lotta b*tches
You say you too loyal, I don't f*ck with them snitches (nah)
One-million, two-million, whole lotta riches (cash)
These b*tches ain't loyal, stay down with my n*ggas (gang)

[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Counting up these checks, taking care of business
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
One million, two million, gettin' to the riches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
(Marlon coming thru n*gga)

[Verse 3: Yung Marz]
Walking in the building, like the f*cking main attraction (Huh)
For all these funny n*ggas, I'm the f*cking main distraction (whoo)
Or should I say goes, your b*tch is on my phone
She say she wanna f*ck, but I just want some dome

High life, and ballin' is what I'm about (you know)
Smoke so many blunts, but never tap out (never that)
I can hear no evil, the dope is too f*cking loud (yes)
Don't make me call my bros, they be screaming "pow pow" (don't do it)

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[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Counting up these checks, taking care of business
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
One million, two million, gettin' to the riches

Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches
Money, weed, don't forget the b*tches