[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
That Forbs music
Forbs music
If you make the magazine, that mean you getting to it
I got my magazine full, and I might shoot ya
Have your whole family screaming halalua
It's that Forbs music
This for rich n***as
If you don't understand it, you a bitch n***a
I'm a problem, you can't ignore this
If I sell another brick, I make the Forbs list

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Fuck the car lot, I'm going [?] shopping
I got water in my bag, [?]
I'm at the post offace, with [?]
[?]
Fuck the radio, I fuck with [?]
My plug from Mexico, made a hundred thousand at the Texico
I'm a star, so my neck glo
I know time is short, I gotta make that check grow
I brought extra hoes
And they brought they clothes
That mean they standing [?]
No X and O's
All my talk is money, I need extra O's
The way I run this motherfucker, I need extra toes
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
That Forbs music
Forbs music
If you make the magazine, that mean you getting to it
I got my magazine full, and I might shoot ya
Have your whole family screaming halalua
It's that Forbs music
This for rich n***as
If you don't understand it, you a bitch n***a
I'm a problem, you can't ignore this
If I sell another brick, I make the Forbs list

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
She got in my car, and sat on my watch
I said you're on time, baby if this be a clock
I got the type of sound that make your speakers pop
Plus I got stripes like an Adidias top
Banana watch, bitch that mean the time is split
Fucked your girl so good, she tryna buy the dick
You know I bought it then, it ain't shit, homie
I'm on the top floor, still dropping shit on 'em
I'm on the top floor, still getting no servis
Got my alarm system set on nervous
A n***a moves, mean that's trigger moves
Trigger-nomatri, I teach you how to use a tool
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
That Forbs music
Forbs music
If you make the magazine, that mean you getting to it
I got my magazine full, and I might shoot ya
Have your whole family screaming halalua
It's that Forbs music
This for rich n***as
If you don't understand it, you a bitch n***a
I'm a problem, you can't ignore this
If I sell another brick, I make the Forbs list

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
Everybody know we playing hard
We all dealers, we don't play with cards
Half my n***as locked up [?] bars
So I'm at the dealer, I'm buying racing cars
You know my language, call it ticoon
Watch flooded like the dammage from a tifoon
You know the rules, lock, load and blast
We selling coke for cash, and we smoking gass
Foreign car, fully loaded mag
Michael Jackson, you know we bad
Tell the waitress eight more bottles
While I'm blowing shotguns all in the face of models
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
That Forbs music
Forbs music
If you make the magazine, that mean you getting to it
I got my magazine full, and I might shoot ya
Have your whole family screaming halalua
It's that Forbs music
This for rich n***as
If you don't understand it, you a bitch n***a
I'm a problem, you can't ignore this
If I sell another brick, I make the Forbs list