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lirik lagu bmw – 30 on the beat

[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

[verse 1: ]
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 sp*ce, 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 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
especially bout my b*tches, so i can’t 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

got my n*gga dash, sliding on the track
three*hunnid for the ice, i ain’t never take it back
out here in the bluffs, making plays with the trappers
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
one*million, two*million, whole lotta riches
these b*tches ain’t loyal, stay down with my n*ggas

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 3: ]
walking in the building, like the f*cking main attraction
for all these funny n*ggas, i’m the f*cking main distraction
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
smoke so many blunts, but never tap out
i can hear no evil, the dope is too f*cking loud
don’t make me call my bros, they be screaming “pow pow”

[?] [?] [?] [?]

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

- 30 on the beat

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