Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Benny Blanco, artist - MillyzDate of issue: 19.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Benny Blanco |
| Okay |
| Yeah, I see what we doin' |
| Don’t even worry about it |
| Man of my word |
| Look |
| Shit goin' wrong but I try not to be pessimistic (I try) |
| They gettin' rich on OnlyFans, I might invest in bitches (Woo) |
| If she keep it ten toes, she get a necklace gifted |
| Head doctor would of thought I got her neck perscripted (Prescribed) |
| These suckers wanna live my life, but they ain’t never risk it |
| Heavy is the head that wears the crown and you ain’t never lift it (At all) |
| You started thuggin' when thy let you in this record business |
| I grw up druggin', started rappin' then I left the business |
| Repetitious how my youngin’s keep on spinnin' back (They just keep spinnin') |
| 'Cause we don’t hold grudges, we remember facts |
| Ain’t into cap, this new era is corny |
| I flirt with death 'cause life a bitch and it keep gettin' her horny |
| We mix these hundreds with these fifties, had a revenue orgy |
| Major labels reachin' out but they could never afford me (Not me) |
| I got sneaker box money, Flight Club in my closet |
| Independent powerhouse with a hustler’s logic (Blanco) |
| Wet him up, I bet he run like a faucet |
| Diamonds drippin', pipes burst before we take any losses |
| My wrist could turn a hater’s stomach, VVs be makin' him nauseous |
| Make-believe bosses don’t know the feelin' racin' these Porches |
| I be with cocaina traffickers, Santeria practicers |
| The baddest hoes attach 'em to my dick like a catheter |
| Kush the color lavender |
| Passenger in the Bentley peelin' |
| Old hoes gossipin' like Wendy Williams, shit, I’m chillin' |
| Talk your shit, my boy |
| You know I’m fuckin' with you |
| The Butcher comin', nigga |
| Look |
| How you gon' relate to us if you don’t know hunger? |
| (Huh?) |
| In 2005, we robbed shit the whole summer (Me and City Boy) |
| Now my safe filled with cobwebs and old hundreds (Old hundreds) |
| I just got offered a record deal and don’t want it (Uh uh) |
| Y’all follow all the lit trends |
| I’m winter vacationin' with my rich friends |
| They slam doors in my face then I slipped in (Sorry) |
| They hatin' on your dawg |
| They family pics I used to hang above the star turned to a brick worth of |
| paintings on the wall (Woo), it’s money |
| You know how to persuade me, I’m what these Presidents made me |
| Have a son with my lady and let the plug name the baby (Ha ha ha) |
| Bein' okay is cool but great how they gon' rate me |
| Kurt Warner got a ring but who wouldn’t rather be Brady? |
| (Who?) |
| Yeah, the word travel when street niggas turn fragile |
| Dirt nap you or help you get rich and throw work at you (What it’s gon be?) |
| Coolin', not tryna get niggas wet up, I birdbath you |
| The crib got six figures stashed in the third bathroom, yeah |
| If you don’t do nothin' else, just believe these quotes (Believe this shit) |
| These rules you could live by, not just some things rewrote |
| Give 'em game, not money, that’s how they see you the dough |
| 'Cause you could give 'em money to eat but next week he’s broke (Damn) |
| Uh huh |
| You can’t treat these niggas how they treat you, they beneath you |
| Take off on them when they start to feel equal |
| Dark liquor in them nights in the trenches made me evil |
| Empty shells on the ground next to empty bottles of Clicquot |
| The Butcher |