BELMONT BOYZ

Yeah I'm going hard, yeah
 They say I'm going far, yeah
 Different foreign cars, uh
 Tryna go to Mars, yeah
 I kind of feel like DeMar, ouu
 It's hard to be a star, uh
 Up in the booth not a bar
 Kind of living large
 We get turnt up, I couldn't remember
 I just had to go and get my bands up
 I don't think these niggas understand us
 Got Belmont boyz these niggas don't want no cancer
 And they don't give a fuck about a camera
 And why she telling me just what a perc does
 I know I got these niggas kind of nervous
 And I'm still getting a bag when I'm turnt up
 Yeah I'm going hard, yeah
 They say I'm going far, yeah
 A different foreign cars, uh
 We tryna go to Mars, yeah
 I kind of feel like DeMar, ouu
 It's hard to be a star, uh
 Up in the booth not a bar
 Kind of living large
 She told me she need a massage
 So I gave her one, not
 And if it's on your head it's better to keep one up top
 Watch them claim that shit and them niggas white beam how
 Man that bitch talk sick and she got a mighty mouth
 And if it ain't a benefit then he gotta count me out
 And I can't trust shit nigga come like Minnie Mouse
 Thank god for the fiends had to use the trapping route
 Lil kodak playing with the beam had to tell him put it down
 My niggas in orange and burgundy
 Even though they lie they chirp for me
 Telling me they meant for me
 As be as me as you can be
 So I'm trapping on the feet
 I make money on the beat
 I ain't scared of no police
 Drop a cheque and then I leap
 We get turnt up, I couldn't remember
 I just had to go and get my bands up
 I don't think these niggas understand us
 Got Belmont boyz these niggas don't want no cancer
 And they don't give a fuck about a camera
 And why she telling me just what a perc does
 I know I got these niggas kind of nervous
 And I'm still getting a bag when I'm turnt up