Credits
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh
[Verse 2]
Three pills in my body got me noddin' off
Really think I'm out this world
Got a condom on, but she beggin' me to take it off
Probly comin' out your girl
1942, mix it with the Clicquot and I'ma probly hurl
Lot of weight
Told the plug I could lift it with my arms, I just gotta curl
Killin' everything, ain't got a girl
**** codeine fiendin', they run outta 'Set
We had sour diesel by the barrel
Nowadays, get it up in the Panamera
I played the block with the demons
Where you could get shot for no reason
I grew up plottin' and schemin'
Now I drop the top on the Beamer
My bitch ain't got her no visa
But I know her pops get it cheaper (I know)
I kick it like soccer, no FIFA (I kick it)
Just watchin' for robbers and Keishas
Cuzo play the block with the tweakers
Hunnid grams in his pocket, get a slice. cop you some pizza
Took the foreign top down like it's Caesar
Pussy good, but, homie, I wouldn't keep her
[Verse 3]
Talkin' 'bout money, I'm gettin' it
Talkin' 'bout foreigns, I'm whippin' 'em
That shit make 'em look at you different
Havin' fun, but y'all feel like a kid again
Lately, I've been close with Benjamin
With no camo on us, we militant
Cameras stay on us, we killin' shit
I woke up and went to the dealership
That's not my girl, I'm just hittin' it
Cannot be friends with no benefits
I used to trap out them tenements
That Cuban lookin' Dominican
Lately, I've been close with Benjamin
Seats in a foreign, it's cinnamon
Not guilty, they know I'm not innocent
Lately, I've been close with Benjamin
[Verse 4]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Currently, I've just been stackin' my currency
I'ma need all of mine, urgently
I told you I'm in this bitch permanently
Showin' no courtesy, I drop the top on 'em purposely
Tell 'em fuck **** come search for me (Yeah, yeah)
I mix my drink till it's purpley
I keep some pints for emergencies (Yeah)
Whenever you playin' my shit
How to go get it is what you gon' learn from me (What you gon' learn)
Money, the root of all evil
And, ****, that just what it's turnin' me (Yeah, yeah)
When I'm creepin' through the city
No foreign, I tell 'em, "Suburban me," yeah
I got that pack on me, certainly, ****
I had your back till you turnt on me, ****
Whenever we come out, I'm liable dumb out
When I'm with they guyzas
But if I'm movin' doley, then the tooly on me
I ain't with the surprises, yeah
Yeah, I'm still cool with the service
All of the workers and all the suppliers (Yeah, yeah)
I cruise in the coupe and that bitch bulletproof from the roof to the tires
[Verse 5]
Talkin' 'bout money, I gettin' it
Talkin' 'bout foreigns, I'm whippin' 'em
That shit make 'em look at you different
Havin' fun, bitch, I feel like a kid again
Lately, I've been close with Benjamin
With no camo on us, we militant
Cameras stay on us, we killin' shit
I woke up and went to the dealership
That's not my gun, I'm just hittin' it
Cannot be friends with no benefits
I used to trap out them tenements
That Cuban lookin' Dominican
Lately, I've been close with Benjamin
Seats in a foreign, it's cinnamon
Not guilty, they know I'm not innocent
Lately, I've been close with Benjamin
