Triple Beams Apollo Brown (Ft. Planet Asia & Westside Gunn)

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ay yo...
Make sure the money machine still work...

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
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

[Chorus: Westside Gunn (Planet Asia)]
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...)