Apollo Brown, Westside Gunn, Planet Asia - Triple Beams lyrics

Ay yo make sure the money machine still work

Ay yo, remember nights in that cell
My cellie prayin' for the crack, lord
If the tape bust, I knock a stack off
Remix, now I made it twenty
Clips so long it look fake
Shot your shit up with one pull-y
Viktor & Rolf over the vest
Bitches think I’m lifting weights
Run a nigga jewels at the VMA’s
Trying to make everyday a payday
I came home
Judge sent him right back for a decade
PRPS distressed, BAPE Reeboks
Floss lied to death
I ain't trying to get what he got
Slaughtering cocaine under water snorkeling
My reflexes put the fork in it to fortune it
Fortune 500 niggas run it
Drag 'em from the Ghost like it’s nothing
Never been shot but I've seen niggas
Get their shit lit up
I’m like Rich Paul, but richer

Spent nights crying over triple beams
(Ch-cha Chain, Ch-cha)
Spent nights crying over triple beams
(Let's count this mothafucking money nigga)
Spent nights crying over triple beams
(The fuck I'm talking about guns word up
Yo)

Pyrex whipping pushing kicks
Contraband handling we been hand to handin'
Since the hieroglyphs
Walkie talkie recievers
Watching all the narcs cops
In the scope of my binoculars
We just trying to re-up
Black cell jackets we the boat niggas
La vida loc livin capo
We're the coke dealers
This is business nothing personal
Nothing emo
Ambitions of niggas transitions to a kilo
First chapter
We were sending for them C notes
Incognito moving D dope
Crash dummies turn into torpedos
Tech 9’s lick off sounding like
A song from the Migos
Yank bitches, slot machines in Reno
The fish fry was Filipino
In the kitchen leaning, triple beamin latinos
A hundred band jooking out the jex flexing
Sixteen hundred off every zip effortless

Spent nights crying over triple beams
Spent nights crying over triple beams
Spent nights crying over triple beams