Forever Franchise lyrics

[Intro]
Enrgy made this one
Forever rollin'
Forever franchise, franchise forever
Still flawless, still serious

[Verse]
I ain't had no problem 'bout myself, that sh*t cool
I remember you tried to hoe me, now I'm richer than ol' dude
b*tch I'm richer than yo daddy, I can buy yo whole family
2021 S-class, n*gga a G-Wagon
And the crib copped 300K, just me and my drac'
I bought a case but it's cool, I threw my lawyer 20K
n*ggas broke and landed on money comin' fame
I let them do that sh*t to what's her name, but I ain't said a thing
I like rose gold Cubans, not them cheap ass chains
I don't care bout my own b*tch, I'm married to the game
I don't care bout my own b*tch, I really love to dream
Young as hell, real fraudulent and he turned millionaire
And them bags I like shoes, told her come and buy a pair
Look at me and see a glare, pourin' props but never share
I left the hoe alone and made five million in two years
I know you old as hell today, prolly had to sign two deals
They said ain't no drank, while I'm at home with twenty syrup
Let my lil n*gga come get you, just for that he get a deal
I'm in L.A. in a Maybach, 'bout to pop another pill
I'm so high just made another M, this sh*t ain't feelin' real
She just gave me head, but knowing ho' she prolly kiss and tell
You gon' take her to amusement parks, along a ferris wheel
I prolly hit and seen her friend, like "Oh sh*t, I might as well"
Me and gang got to eat, double parked the AMG
Choppa with me big as hell, it's like the same size as King
I'm a millionaire you broke, me and you is outta reach
I know some rich wild n*ggas, claiming same thing as me
All my woods big as hell, I don't want that n*gga round me
sh*t I feel like he'll tell, before I'm deep she gon' yell
I remember taking risk, when nothing put up for a bail
I swear to God I hate the police, hope they all burn in hell
I'm bouta go and buy another coupe, sh*t I'm rich like I hoop
Everybody here love me, lil grown but they shoot
Flawless rose gold grip , but yo can't afford it too
Yeah the banks hear me walking, but the phones got me juked
This the walk off; he hit the game winner, now it's off
Ask all my hoes, anytime they get the cold show
In the crib countin' money, ain't nobody comin' home
Two-hundred rounds on my lap, come in here I'll slump you over
It gotta be a dirt cup, she gotta have a real butt
I was only fifteen, putting act on my blunt
Private jet full of millionaires, no you can't come
Go and f*ck a million n*ggas, imma make a billion bucks
I don't condone hitting women, but she just spilled my cup
I could quit for forty years—
I could quit for forty years, still won't

[Outro]
I'm really the king of this sh*t
I don't even know what to say
Forever, for life, forever franchise