歌詞

Yeah, yeah (i-I-I) Yeah, this big body Bentley Ain't costing no penny It got so much seats that it's holding up plenty I need a beat, calling up Benny I got some racks, talkin' 'bout many Make it myself, give a f— about (I-I-I'm working on dying) Life of the party, get lit at the Getty (BNYX) Shawty, she suck me up like it's spaghetti Ha, she was like, "Baby, do you want some Henny?" (henna, henna) I was like, "No, I don't drink that, I want me some Champagne" Yeah, shawty, she goofy as fuck you ain't getting my last name Yeah, I pull up I'm hogging the ball like I'm playing my last game Yeah, dirty, do 'em dirty Yeah, yeah, shawty call me flirty And she think I'm from the Bronx, the way a nigga getting sturdy Diamonds on me, I'm so sturdy Yeah, uh, feeling so alerting Niggas knowing that I'm working, hit it from the side I got her squirting Nigga, I'm not with that biting Call up my big brother was he built like a viking Yeah, X-D, X-D, that nigga be typing When I pulled up, I'm seeing that nigga He not with the fighting (yeah, okay) Kick out that baby, I'm fresher than rich Call up my nigga and tell 'em we uh Call up my nigga and tell 'em, "we rich" He talkin' crazy, get thrown in the ditch I'm getting money, was grippin' no hitch These niggas crazy, you know I got (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go get it, go get it) Got a case that my brother gon' beat (got a case that my brother gon' beat) I got Prada, it's all on my feet (I got Prada, it's all on my feet) I knew that nigga was tweaking I keep my Zs in the deep end Half of y'all niggas is weaklings Huh, these niggas they weak I hop in that Benz, and switch to a Jeep I got to New York then hit up Philippe's These niggas, they weird, these niggas, they creeps She call me a dog, well give me a treat She gave me the slurp, it's helping me sleep I hop in the whip, the whip finna beep She look at the drip, she lettin' me beat, ha She like, "Bae, you the man of my dreams" I'm like, "Babygirl, what do you mean?" She got mad and she started to scream Told her to stop cause you makin' a scene All these diamonds I look like a beam And she bounce on the top 'til it cream Boyfriend talking so much I done had enough Steal that nigga and step, tell him "Add it up" And all they say was padded up He was talking to much he got ratted out Are ya mean? Two, two three, with the beam Make you lean, 'pon your screen Are ya mean? On the green? What ya mean? Are ya mean? Yeah, yeah (I-I-I) Yeah, this big body Bentley Ain't costing no penny It got so much seats, it's holding up plenty I need a beat, calling up Benny I got some racks, talkin' 'bout many Make it myself, give a f— about undies Life of the party, get lit at the Getty Shawty, she suck me up like it's spaghetti Ha, she was like "Baby, do you want some Henny?" (henna, henna) I was like, "No, I don't drink that, I want me some Champagne" Yeah, shawty, she good for years But you ain't getting my last name Yeah, I pull up, ball hog And I ball like I'm playing my last game
Writer(s): Benjamin Saint Fort, Terrell Cox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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