Forgiatos lyrics

[Intro: Ballout, Capo & Both]
Squad, I be gettin' money
I be gettin' money, countin' so much damn money
Gettin' money, countin' so much damn money
Damn money (Beep)
Glo Gang, ridin' Forgiatos (Fff-beep)
Glo Gang
It's Money Beatz, you dun know

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I be gettin' dough, f*ckin' all these hoes
And I can't tell my number, but why you don't call me, though?
I say, "b*tch, I'm in my glory", stuntin' on all these hoes
Now can I get some head while I'm leanin' off a four?
See, these n*ggas, they be mad, these hoes glad they saw me, though
And we don't do no pass, but I'll pass you in 'Raris, though
See, these b*tches they be goin' 'cause I got all the dough
I pull up in that foreign Beamer gang, Forgiatos

[Verse 1: Ballout]
I be gettin' money, countin' so much damn money (Beep)
Counted up a hunnid fifty thousand last Sunday (Damn)
Then I went to the strip club that Monday (Whatchu do?)
Made it rain all night, all I threw was hunnids (Haha)
They like, "Ballout, you gettin' too much damn money" (Money)
Never too much, I got too much damn money
Pulled up on them Forgis, had them hoes going bonkers (Vroom)
I don't trust these hoes, I don't f*ck on 'em with no condom (No)
I don't trust these hoes, I just f*ck 'em then I dump 'em (b*tch, get out)
Leanin' off this Act', got people talkin' 'bout my stomach (Leanin')
Fresh as hell, make a hood b*tch straight vomit (Eugh)
Still in the hood ridin' Forgiatos, b*tch, stuntin' (Vroom)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I be gettin' dough, f*ckin' all these hoes
And I can't tell my number, but why you don't call me, though?
I say, "b*tch, I'm in my glory", stuntin' on all these hoes
Now can I get some head while I'm leanin' off a four?
See, these n*ggas, they be mad, these hoes glad they saw me, though
And we don't do no pass, but I'll pass you in 'Raris, though
See, these b*tches they be goin' 'cause I got all the dough
I pull up in that foreign Beamer gang, Forgiatos

[Verse 2: Capo]
I pull up in that foreign Beamer gang, Forgiatos
And, I get so much dough, I got it all, for you, it's slow
And, you can't get no money, you dark and I tend to Glo
And, yeah, we c*cky, arrogant, Reggie, man, let them hammers spit
All these b*tches goin', don't want them no mo', ain't none to pick
Two cell phones, if I had three, promise you, still won't call a b*tch
All these n*ggas rappin' for outer sky checks, man, that's some sh*t
When I'm at the top, we the Glo Gang, let us take on yo' b*tch
And we ride with TECs, MACs, and .30s, FNs, all type of sh*t
Yeah, we c*cky, arrogant, Reggie, man, let them hammers spit (Glo Gang)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I be gettin' dough, f*ckin' all these hoes
And I can't tell my number, but why you don't call me, though?
I say, "b*tch, I'm in my glory", stuntin' on all these hoes
Now can I get some head while I'm leanin' off a four?
See, these n*ggas, they be mad, these hoes glad they saw me, though
And we don't do no pass, but I'll pass you in 'Raris, though
See, these b*tches they be goin' 'cause I got all the dough
I pull up in that foreign Beamer gang, Forgiatos