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Beat Build Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Bell
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Jay Bell




Jay Bell - Beat Build Lyrics
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Jah knows
Bet I keep a bad one, on go
Money talks - that's cash convo
Money talks - got hoes on hold
Big heart but it's froze, on cold
Say she wanna come to the condo
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Wait-
Like what?
I do the ital spliff, spiked cup
Don't make me get a nigga touched, midas
Top 3 dead/alive, I might just
Them other guys ain't built like us
I'm way up then foreal I'm up
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I'm in the west end making weed sales
And my best friend is a female
My ex ting was a lost soul so my next ting working retail
Yeah investments, if you need help
It's a bumpy ride, where's your seatbelt?
My first chick was a cheap thrill
She been dream chasing like she Meek Mill
Yeah I think of murder in my sleep still
I lie when she ask if I sleep well
Rely on the fact that I prevail
Besides, I don't like to go in detail
But I'm DT with a freak, still
It's one girl I still wanna see, still
I'm like "holla at me, we can rebuild"
Yeah that's how you let the beat build
Jah knows
Bet I keep a bad one, on go
Money talks - that's cash convo
Money talks - got hoes on hold
Big heart but it's froze, on cold
Say she wanna come to the condo
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Huh?
Like what?
I do the ital spliff, spiked cup
Like what?
I do the ital spliff, spiked cup
Don't make me get a nigga touched, midas
Top 3 dead/alive, I might just
Them other guys ain't built like us
I'm way up then foreal I'm up
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Huh?
Jah knows
Bet I keep a bad one, on go
Money talks - that's cash convo
Money talks - got hoes on hold
Big heart but it's froze, on cold
Say she wanna come to the condo
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Mmm
Mmm
I'm random
I had the bank teller telling me I'm handsome
I had the bottle girl telling me let's plan sum
I do the most then I'm ghost like a phantom
Ya dig..
Mandem
And the ride all black like a panther
And I keep a bandana like a dancer
Shorty ringing down my line I don't answer, shit
I'm a spike the f*ck out the Fanta
Bag full of shit like I'm Santa
Ya dig, dig
Money on my mind is the anthem
Two bitches with me in a tandem
Ya dig, dig
Mooler baby true I keep a bad one
And I got a whole team I can tag one
Shit I got too many you can have one
I don't even remember where the f*ck I met that one
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Jah knows
Bet I keep a bad one, on go
Money talks - that's cash convo
Money talks - got hoes on hold
Big heart but it's froze, on cold
Say she wanna come to the condo
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Wait-
Like what?
I do the ital spliff, spiked cup
Don't make me get a nigga touched, midas
Top 3 dead/alive, I might just
Them other guys ain't built like us
I'm way up then foreal I'm up
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I'm in the west end making weed sales
And my best friend is a female
My ex ting was a lost soul so my next ting working retail
Yeah investments, if you need help
It's a bumpy ride, where's your seatbelt?
My first chick was a cheap thrill
She been dream chasing like she Meek Mill
Yeah I think of murder in my sleep still
I lie when she ask if I sleep well
Rely on the fact that I prevail
Besides, I don't like to go in detail
But I'm DT with a freak, still
It's one girl I still wanna see, still
I'm like "holla at me, we can rebuild"
Yeah that's how you let the beat build
Jah knows
Bet I keep a bad one, on go
Money talks - that's cash convo
Money talks - got hoes on hold
Big heart but it's froze, on cold
Say she wanna come to the condo
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Huh?
Like what?
I do the ital spliff, spiked cup
Like what?
I do the ital spliff, spiked cup
Don't make me get a nigga touched, midas
Top 3 dead/alive, I might just
Them other guys ain't built like us
I'm way up then foreal I'm up
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Huh?
Jah knows
Bet I keep a bad one, on go
Money talks - that's cash convo
Money talks - got hoes on hold
Big heart but it's froze, on cold
Say she wanna come to the condo
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Mmm
Mmm
I'm random
I had the bank teller telling me I'm handsome
I had the bottle girl telling me let's plan sum
I do the most then I'm ghost like a phantom
Ya dig..
Mandem
And the ride all black like a panther
And I keep a bandana like a dancer
Shorty ringing down my line I don't answer, shit
I'm a spike the f*ck out the Fanta
Bag full of shit like I'm Santa
Ya dig, dig
Money on my mind is the anthem
Two bitches with me in a tandem
Ya dig, dig
Mooler baby true I keep a bad one
And I got a whole team I can tag one
Shit I got too many you can have one
I don't even remember where the f*ck I met that one
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