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Lyrics by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr/Giuseppe Vitolo/Kameron Johnson

Composed by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr/Giuseppe Vitolo/Kameron Johnson

Produced by：FOREVEROLLING/rickkromero

Foreverolling

Riding something fast hit the gas it go "Vroom"

Sold my last bag now it's back to the room

Thumbin' through that money it just do something to my mood

Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid all blues

Thumbin' through that money it just do something to my mood

Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid all blues

Addicted to that money since elementary I sold candy

I knew I'll be alright I learned to cook my dope left-handed

If street niggas got an award for getting it going I need my Grammy

Some niggas don't be knowing just from me showing they need examples

If me and you getting into it ain't back and forth I'ma get that hammer

Then high speed on the boys I can't afford go sit in the slammer

They know my money enormous I think they goin' 'cause I'm handsome

They know I want to record 'em you look gorgeous hold that camera

It's George riding in that Phantom the top drop it's a Dawn

There's panties in the window bae this is my car not my Mom's

Ride Cullinan in the winter every day I'm under the stars

I'm juiced all through Houston hittin' **** like Mark Maguire

Riding something fast hit the gas it go "Vroom"

Sold my last bag now it's back to the room

Thumbin' through that money it just do something to my mood

Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid all blues

Thumbin' through that money it just do something to my mood

Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid all blues

The boss of all bosses the game test me I passed all of 'em

Being real I wouldn't even feel you whole life savings if I lost it

Cross-country with no talking this routine I do this often

Make sure it's because you bought 'em once they touchdown then we caught 'em

Bum niggas just be talking trap **** would been dead without me

They lil' boys they do lil' **** spend lil' ***** at they houses

They background check be bouncing his daddy ain't even vouching

Most sisters of my Granny know I send bags to they houses

Knew they nephew was awesome till I'm there hidden couches

Paid bills and a few houses I'm twisted keep they mouth zip

I'm Birdman like a falcon on God I ain't no saint

I'm a big fish in this tank

They want me to pull over but I can't

Riding something fast hit the gas it go "Vroom"

Sold my last bag now it's back to the room

Thumbin' through that money it just do something to my mood

Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid all blues

Thumbin' through that money it just do something to my mood

Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid all blues