[Intro:]
(30 On The Beat)
[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Counting up these checks, taking care of business
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
One million, two million, gettin' to the riches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
(Dash)
[Verse 1: Yung Dash]
Counting green, feeling like a vegetarian
Smoking on that grass, out this earth, alien
In cloud nine, I am so high
Something on my mind, money gotta grind
Uh, it's either my way or the highway
All those snakes go that way, fuck bitches and make money
Yea, the weed made me slow-mo
Your bitch, yea she on go-go
Bands a make dance
Haters make me laugh
Yea, my name is Dash
Snakes in the grass
Fists like Mayweather, niggas change like the weather
Shit getting kinda spooky, moving light, like a feather
Money on my mind, motive is to grind
Shine like the sun, feeling like the chosen one
Feeling cold, all this ice on my neck
Bitches come and go, counting all these checks
[?] from the earth, morning bird, need that worm
I'm in outer space, I'm out this earth
[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Counting up these checks, taking care of business
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
One million, two million, gettin' to the riches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
[Verse 2: 30 On The Beat]
Gotta lotta money, gotta lotta weed
Gotta lotta bitches, and you know I'm on the beat (Thirty)
Thirty in this bih', and you know I'm fuckin' up a check
All these hoes on their knees, and you know they be giving neck
All about this paper, I'm bout to cop a bag (whoo)
Specially bout my bitches, so I can't go out sad (go out sad)
Money in the duffle, bring it to the trap house
Run up on a nigga, finna get your ass knocked out (grraaat)
Got my nigga Dash, sliding on the track (whoo)
Three-hunnid for the ice, I ain't never take it back (shine)
Out here in the Bluffs, making plays with the trapper
Counting up these grams, I ain't talking bout them crackers
Money, weed, and a whole lotta bitches
You say you too loyal, I don't fuck with them snitches (nah)
One-million, two-million, whole lotta riches (cash)
These bitches ain't loyal, stay down with my niggas (gang)
[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Counting up these checks, taking care of business
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
One million, two million, gettin' to the riches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
(Marlon coming thru nigga)
[Verse 3: Yung Marz]
Walking in the building, like the fucking main attraction (Huh)
For all these funny niggas, I'm the fucking main distraction (whoo)
Or should I say goes, your bitch is on my phone
She say she wanna fuck, but I just want some dome
High life, and ballin' is what I'm about (you know)
Smoke so many blunts, but never tap out (never that)
I can hear no evil, the dope is too fucking loud (yes)
Don't make me call my bros, they be screaming "pow pow" (don't do it)
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[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Counting up these checks, taking care of business
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
One million, two million, gettin' to the riches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
Money, weed, don't forget the bitches
