Lyrics Forever More - Joey Fatts, Ryan Bogan

Forever More - Joey Fatts, Ryan Bogan
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Song from the album: I'll Call You Tomorrow
In the genre:Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Release date:02.03.2016
Song language:English
Record label:Cutthroat
Age restrictions: 18+

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Forever More
Count up this dough
Forever need more
we stroll
Running the block
Calling all of the shots
And I’m trying to make a way for my fam though
Lately I’ve been all about the payroll
Gotta pay bills
Put my momma in the hills
In a benz while I buy myself a lambo
Yeah Ima' get it
Yeah, yeah Ima' get it
Yeah Ima' get it
Yeah, yeah Ima' get it
Yeah, young and on a mission
With a hell of an intuition, but not in tuition
No time for dreamin' everyday a nigga tryna' live it
Steady scheming all the struggles got a nigga living
Need a pavilion, crib with vaulted ceilings
Bitches say I’m appealing
Bank account with a million
Spending thousands on linen
I ain’t stunting man, I think I deserve it
For all them nights I spent in cars
I put my all in these verses
I see my niggas in hearses
And at times felt worthless
But I stayed up on my shit because I knew it was worth it
And any lick you got I’m with it boy I know that’s for certain
I’m getting tired of seeing my momma hurting
Its time to get it nigga
Count up this dough
Forever need more
we stroll
Running the block
Calling all of the shots
And I’m trying to make a way for my fam though
Lately I’ve been all about the payroll
Gotta pay bills
Put my momma in the hills
In a benz while I buy myself a lambo
Yeah Ima' get it
Yeah, yeah Ima' get it
Yeah Ima' get it
Yeah, yeah Ima' get it
I stand alone in my four corner room staring at hammers
Ready to go bananas
Stressing, plotting, I gotta' get these bands up
Feds watching man, I ain’t tryna' get jammed up
Staying low from them cameras
Blowing on hella' cannabis
Always stick to the man’s script dog, whatever plan that is
Just a ghetto kid, plans to make it big
Tired of stressing and seeing my momma struggling
saying fuck school we out here hustling
My stock rise, on the block, this coke out here bubbling
Shots fired on the block, it’s probably Joey busting
Nigga tried and got shot, I don’t do no tussling
Count up this dough
Forever need more
But deep down we strong
Running the block
Calling all of the shots
And I’m trying to make a way for my fam though
Lately I’ve been all about the payroll
Gotta pay bills
Put my momma in the hills
In a benz while I buy myself a lambo
Yeah Ima' get it
Yeah, yeah Ima' get it
Yeah Ima' get it
Yeah, yeah Ima' get it
Count up this dough
We smoke
For my fam though
Need the payroll
Put my momma in the hills
Yeah Ima' get it
Yeah Ima' get it

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