BMS by XxBuddySlimXx Lyrics
[Chorus]
All this paper that I get, all this money that I chase, I'ma do this always (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And yeah I ride for my set, anywhere, make a mess I'ma shoot broad day
And now my plug key come through, so now I come through, in new plates (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And any stage that we come to, we shut down, like always
[Verse1]
I'm talking a stack for the ring
4 stacks for the ting
I put it in her bag and she ain't gonna say a thing
You Alicia Keys in the station man you sing
I'm pissed 'til the day they free my billers of the wing
I'm in a Benz or a Beamer like I'm Lloyd Banks
I'm a boss for these rappers I'll employ man
Yeah I'm pushing work, I got work to push
I was in the white house like I'm George Bush
Your chick gives me mouth like she's gobby
She sees me and goes down like a robbery
And ain't nobody gon' stop me, stand there and watch me
Ami buds looking like broccoli (haze)
[Verse 2]
I'm in a new BM flying on the a roads
Almost going as quick as the haze goes
So what these broke rappers telling me
Cause all these thousands ain't fittin' in my denim jeans
You ain't my chick so stop stressin' me
I gave my enemies shots like hennessy
I got paigons tryin' deadin' me
Well I'ma fly them chickens like tennessee
I got spikes on my shoes, they ain't football boots
Driving through with a Glock in my coupé
New watch I might go spend a bird on it
And my Moncler jacket's got fur on it
I'm speeding with H in the TT
My new whip came with a TV
Bitch you know I ain't playing games
And my car's the same colour as mayonnaise
They say if I keep trapping I might never blow
But I still give 'em fuel like I'm Texaco
I'm in a droptop BM, my burner close
I shoot guns, then I burn my clothes
Yeah your favourite rapper's good but he's lyin'
The feds got my g's for supplyin'
If I tell you what I make you'll think I'm lyin'
Don't walk in my trap if you ain't buyin'
[Chorus]
All this paper that I get, all this money that I chase, I'ma do this always (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And yeah I ride for my set, anywhere, make a mess I'ma shoot broad day
And now my plug key come through, so now I come through, in new plates (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And any stage that we come to, we shut down, like always
All this paper that I get, all this money that I chase, I'ma do this always (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And yeah I ride for my set, anywhere, make a mess I'ma shoot broad day
And now my plug key come through, so now I come through, in new plates (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And any stage that we come to, we shut down, like always
[Verse1]
I'm talking a stack for the ring
4 stacks for the ting
I put it in her bag and she ain't gonna say a thing
You Alicia Keys in the station man you sing
I'm pissed 'til the day they free my billers of the wing
I'm in a Benz or a Beamer like I'm Lloyd Banks
I'm a boss for these rappers I'll employ man
Yeah I'm pushing work, I got work to push
I was in the white house like I'm George Bush
Your chick gives me mouth like she's gobby
She sees me and goes down like a robbery
And ain't nobody gon' stop me, stand there and watch me
Ami buds looking like broccoli (haze)
[Verse 2]
I'm in a new BM flying on the a roads
Almost going as quick as the haze goes
So what these broke rappers telling me
Cause all these thousands ain't fittin' in my denim jeans
You ain't my chick so stop stressin' me
I gave my enemies shots like hennessy
I got paigons tryin' deadin' me
Well I'ma fly them chickens like tennessee
I got spikes on my shoes, they ain't football boots
Driving through with a Glock in my coupé
New watch I might go spend a bird on it
And my Moncler jacket's got fur on it
I'm speeding with H in the TT
My new whip came with a TV
Bitch you know I ain't playing games
And my car's the same colour as mayonnaise
They say if I keep trapping I might never blow
But I still give 'em fuel like I'm Texaco
I'm in a droptop BM, my burner close
I shoot guns, then I burn my clothes
Yeah your favourite rapper's good but he's lyin'
The feds got my g's for supplyin'
If I tell you what I make you'll think I'm lyin'
Don't walk in my trap if you ain't buyin'
[Chorus]
All this paper that I get, all this money that I chase, I'ma do this always (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And yeah I ride for my set, anywhere, make a mess I'ma shoot broad day
And now my plug key come through, so now I come through, in new plates (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And any stage that we come to, we shut down, like always