"BMF" lyrics

[Lil Bean:]
How the fuck? (This shit get brutal 'bout that money, nigga)
ZayBang, Jim, and Lil Yee, why y'all chargin' (Yeah)
A hundred and twenty dollars to get in?
Fifty
A hundred and fifty to get in, that's too much
Y'all know y'all wrong
Y'all wrong

[Lil Yee:]
Niggas waitin' for us to fall off when we just gettin' started
And blow the brains out that motherfucker, make him retarded
See, the price was set, a hundred jeekies, we ain't tryna bargain
You in your feelings about that bitch, I bring her over and make her arch it
Throw bullets like my uncle Payton Manning, bitch, I'm Archie
Inside the Goyard, racks and thirty stick and my car keys
And we go plain-jane watches, we don't bust Cartis

I'm sorry if I ever broke your heart, but I'm not sorry
And this ain't here from Texas, nigga, this eighth came from the pharmacy
Auntie got a refill on the 7, early mornin'
And we don't keep score, my nigga, we gon' keep scorin'

Nigga mad, he beat that bitch ass 'cause he know she adore me
At the Warriors game, what's up with GP? We got floor seats
You know they say what come with more money, nigga, more beef
So, we bought more choppers, ARP should come endorse me

[Semi Auto CEC:]
I ain't heard nothin' that them niggas said (That them niggas said)
Forty-five hundred, get them niggas dead (Huh)
Revenge is promised, they ain't rockin' and them niggas scared
I know a cat with fifteen mil' and he live in the feds (He live in the feds)
Ain't drop the Cadillac V 'cause he ain't got no legs (Ayy, CEC)
They was tired of seein' me shinin', they broke all the mirrors (They broke all the mirrors)
I did this shit on the chop, the 8, and Divis' (On my mama)
Took a loaf up out my pocket, gave it to the kids (Huh)
They thought we was local niggas, we came where they live (Come where they live)
Put a hundred on that chop, threw away them SIGs (Threw away them SIGs)
Try to run and you gon' run into the boogeyman (Huh)
We get excited 'bout them shootings like it's Disneyland
Man, them niggas playin'

[ALLBLACK:]
I love the way these diamonds hit on my face, this shit so stupid (Shine)
I'm whackin' and beatin' the cream up out this bitch, I am Hadouken ('Douken)
You can't walk a mile inside my shoes even if I loosen 'em (Nah)
I'm Bob Saget (No way), nah, scratch that, bitch, I'm Gavin Newsom (Let's go)
Callin' shots, stoppin' blocks, I turn the whole world gruesome (Come on)
Reach for any item under this umbrella, we gon' shoot 'em (Go)
You niggas poodles, snickerdoodles, chop eat 'em like cup of noodles (Go)
Grab the— mm, right up on his shirt, finna doodle

[22nd Jim:]
Go, go, go

Broke-ass niggas ain't on shit, niggas can't do nothin' with the team (Nope)
Keep a bad bitch right beside me, but the killers closer to me (Yep, yep)
On some soul shit, havin' motion and my cup got Easter pink
Up in traffic, fully auto, but I fuck with Semi CEC (Hrr, hrr, hrr)
In the desert, niggas know, they better not fuck around with Teece
They gon' end up like the last nigga that Tino rocked to sleep (Yeah)
And I ain't really gotta brag 'cause 22nd do it better (Yeah)
And I ain't with the pushin' peace, bitch, I put hoes all on a sweater (Bah, bah)

[ZayBang:]
Ayy, another OT play, so meet me at the Ritz
I got some goofies outta town, I'm finna tax 'em for a brick
All my niggas gettin' money and they with the shit
What the fuck is forty thousand? I done spent that on my wrist
Bitches comin' by the fours and they wanna fuck
1 Umbrella in this bitch, they know we finna turn it up
I told the ho, "Don't even worry about what's in this cup"
It's a— in this bitch, you niggas better not try your luck
It's a Tuesday, I'm outside with fifty cash
My niggas pushin' up on shit and we ain't givin' out no pass
This a 2023, two-twenty on the dash
I got his bitch up in my whip, she know I stay in somethin' fast
Lil' nigga, this like modern-day BMF
Ain't got no chicken off the shit, they put you niggas on the shelf
Any city, any state, my niggas puttin' belt
Your last nigga dead broke, that's why he said he couldn't help

[Lil Bean:]
Yeah, yeah

Ayy, I'm in my glow, I got my mojo like Austin Powers (Yeah)
I can't believe this bitch just sniffed a mountain off the counter (God)
She arch it up, it's like a flat screen, I tell her mount it (Yeah)
My brother tell me that it's all there, but I still count it
Can't believe they doubted, bitch, you know it's the mob, I'm one of the founders (Yeah)
Don't need no stylist, my overall ninety-nine, but I'm not Crowder
I fucked her good and never called her back, she say I'm childish (Huh)
Should see the shit we rockin' with to the show, it'd flip a mountain
Don't go blind, I'm flickin' my wrist (Yeah), she know I'm poppin' my shit (Yeah)
Got it out the mud, I'm showin' off every diamond, I'm from the trenches (Yeah)
I hop to the plane, I'm with a bad bitch, she thick like biscuits (Yeah)
It sound crazy, I'm hittin' that bitch from the back, so she can't kiss me
Yeah
We got baddies up on a yacht, don't like to talk, you might be a cop
Can't go broke, nigga, just look how I wiggle my wrist, I'm scrapin' the pot
Bitch, you know it's us, it's twelve black tracks, they cover the block
Leave my bitch at home, but it's not a thought I'm leavin' the Glock
Yeah, bop

Haha
1 Umbrella, nigga, bitch