Can’t Forget

Lyrics

[Intro: Beno] (I got exotic pack) Beep Uh [Verse 1: Beno] Heard I'm rich now, can't forget my mommy The bag up and runnin', can't forget my partners Mexican bitch, yeah, she call me papi All this damn money, can't get a dollar out me Mercedes S 560, seats grip your body All this damn money, bitch, don't tell nobody I used to buy some work with my allowance All I see in you hoes is some profit All this damn lean, that's my problem I sent my beans down to Houston, let's ball with the Rockets My fiend like it better when I lock it She say I hit it better when I lift her body (Bitch) I thought I told you better, baby, work your body [Verse 2: Drego] Man, yeah, I'ma work this bitch like a nine-to-five, uh If I up these strips, it's gon' hurt your pride We gon' hit the road, yeah, from ten to nine Uh, catch a nigga leavin' church, send him straight to God You a hot boy like Turk and Juvenile Lil' sis gon' shoot the bag and she a juvenile I'm only three away, go 'head, shoot it now I skipped the NCAA, I'm before my time I blew a half a mil', ain't even in my prime You tryna drive around the corner, boy, like Autobahn [Verse 3: Drixk] Still got my Glock, I'll catch a body Bought the whole pint and took a six up out it S 550, come get your bitch up out it You try to rob Beans, I wouldn't think about it Knew I was the man, I counted fifty thousand Catch me in the zone boolin' with a couple wild ones Fuck a CPL, he still got his chopper Fuck a BPL, he still got his bopper I was off two Percs and fucked her for an hour [Verse 4: 40 GlockBoy] We'll bome to your city, pull a sixty out it Y'all niggas lame, all y'all can't be around me Got small goals, satisfied with ten thousand Hit his bitch from the back, got his bitch houndin' Brodie just dropped a Rollie, got his wrist drownin' Niggas thought I lost the sauce, but I been found it We got Glocks, AKs, and Kel-Tecs All that loud mouthin', lil' nigga, kill that 'Fore I tell my nigga Rick where you live at You gon' fuck around, yeah, get your kids snatched We need the weed, the money, and the pills, jack