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Money do somersaults, Bentley on young adults
Stuntin' on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money folk
Still make it rain, get struck by a money
quick, you slower than a snail (Than a snail)
I’m schoolin’ ‘em, man somebody ring the bell (Haha)
I be gettin’ money, tell by the smell (By the smell)
good, what she tell ya? I'm good
What you see? Looking good
Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new
Swimming through the streets, looking like
so hard
Fuck a plan B
Can you see
My pain
Even tho
It's not a wound?
Would you stand by me
Even tho I'm going
Thru it?
I got the bag in advance
Wooo
4Laa
Its Man$on nigga Gusto
Pak Life A.N.T
3rd Fanga Music
Aye this shit just
Just to make yall feel good
Manson
Check me out though
Turn this
change or fold
We gotta play it smart, i'm tryna take it over
Me rappin gon leave a mark, like a stain man we ain goin
When i'm spazzin I got heart, cuz
How you wanna act?
I hope civilized 'cause I love to see niggas die
Brains all leakin' out on the street
And the pastor preachin' "He was a good man
I need a check
Rocking double G, I never gave a F, like
Man I don't do the Fendi
And my shorty look good in a fenty
And i'm riding around in a bentley
(What?)
She want bags that say DG
Left hand
Right hand
Grip pole like Mimi
I got this one bitch man she be wanting everything out the store
I buy her
a Bentley
First nigga sent me my Bentley
This nigga Meek Milly
From my city you don't see shit like that
Yeah it's greatness
This shit right here amazing
It's
with no worries
Everything I ever needed
Like I never even hustled
Yiee
Cruising Bentley and the Benz's
With zero zero problems
Make myself a hero
My
gon' have to come and get me
If it feel good to you, holler if you hear me
You like to mistake a street
Nigga for real nigga
The same nigga that kill
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
She wanna smoke with a nigga like me
Now we faded off that good weed
She get high, she a baddie
Big body, Denali
She wanna smoke with a nigga like me
shit ever happenin'
Been stuck in this place for too long and now I'm trapped again
A young man the system's rigged against me
Good luck pulling a woman
seater, stick shift
Like some turbo jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on it, oh
Catch me in that fast lane, burners like I'm Max
go
[Chorus:]
I do ride Bentleys and coupes
but I don't give away all my new trick
for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches
I don't but
I like, she likes, we like, living life, fuck the price
Baby, drives me crazy, she ain't living right
Feeling kind of hazy, blinded by the light
I'm
was smoking on some sour yea
Tesla was cool but the Lamborghini yea it's louder man
She call me back cause I'm louder man
Smoke in the room it's to loud
gon do
Seem like my wrist been dipped in diamond fondue
It's not just me, my man got one too
I got my mind on cash and my grind on smash
Nowadays
The spotlight, I hope she can handle
She can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit
Event having sponsored by some alcohol product
Jumping out a Bentley with
Bentley made by Bentley Motors
Bentley Mulsanne I leased it, it's not rented
Red dot for your head, green dot for my niggas in the penitentiary
Looking real
My name is Wizzle! Wizzle F!
Wizzle F baby! Ahh!
And Lojack, what’s good? Ayy Ayy, Jack?
These niggas don’t know money, man
Not like us, dawg! Uh uh
spent some nights like this
Man I come from poverty
Might catch a homicide
Fishing for the robbery
I know some secrets
And I Keep em locked inside of Me
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