UNKNOWN_TYPE - Beama lyrics

[Intro] Make a little money, spend it on a beamer Make a little money, spend it on a beamer Think your sh** is fresh, homie, mines is cleaner About to dog the game, better call up peta [Verse 1: Zac Gatz] Little bit of money and a nice flow, homie, what you do with that? Feeling like I'm Sunny how I shine on them might burn yo a** Chick so bad, whip so rad, engine fast Flip on a hot a** beat and I might just take a sh** on that b**h I'm bad, evil even, skin tone white so they can't believe it Prolly gonna scoop yo b**h this evening, only startin' rappin' just to get a beamer Pants on sag, beat on bang Smoke good kush but I spit c**aine Lil' bit a money make em go insane Lil' bit a money make 'em scream yo name Spend a couple hundred on a dope fit Spend a couple hundred just to blow it All the ladies love us, 'cuz we so unjust, so they swarm to us like a locust You a broke b**h, get focused Probably won't help though 'cuz we the dopest Couple sh**ty rappers gon' quote this, but a couple bad b**hes gonna show tits Used to deal green 'cuz I always needed cash, now I just write a verse and get a stack I'm like super bad, you like super lame, you gone see my name on the tv screen Just gimme 12 months I'mma go get it My money gone talk but my flow k** it Ladies that im with homie keep that low key Won't stop until I got the team in floor seats Baller [Hook] That beamer, that beamer, I just want that beamer That beamer, that beamer, I just want that beamer That beamer, that beamer, I just want that beamer That beamer, that beamer, I just want that beamer [Verse 2: Zac Gatz] Boy, I ain't from the trap, but I rap like it Rappers sound sh**ty like a bad mic kit Got a girl, got her open, got her jackknifing Say she love givin head, like a bagpipe She ain't single, but damn boy she act like it If you want a real dude, b**h, act like it No time to spend no time for new friends, want a Beama and a Benz so I gotta stack these ends Homie, I ain't gonna play this year Need a new watch, new chain, new leer Son I thought I told ya, now its time to show ya Built from the ground up boy call it Folgers Got a couple bad habits im addicted to They waiting for him to blow like tick tick boom You gon' sh** your pants, piss in your shoes When you live this fast spit sh** sinful It's like a loose pitbull in a vicious mood Business too, I'm talkin presidentials Whole crew around me so goddamn nice, think we made that point quite evidental Big body beama push on the pedal, got all black rims chrome on the metal That b**h so fly think it came with feathers Homie, I gotta cop it, I'm an avid spender [Hook] That beamer, that beamer, I just want that beamer That beamer, that beamer, I just want that beamer That beamer, that beamer, I just want that beamer That beamer, that beamer, I just want that beamer