Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Wanna Benz, artist - YG. Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Wanna Benz |
| I needed some rims bad and I knew just how to get them. |
| And I sure as hell wasn’t gonna pay for them. |
| All I had to do was to catch some fool slippin' and jack his ass |
| Nigga what the fuck you want from me? |
| Nigga, you know what the fuck I want nigga. |
| I want your motherfuckin' Dayton’s, and your motherfuckin' stereo, |
| and I’ll take a double burger with cheese |
| What?! |
| I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends |
| I need my money, that don’t ever end |
| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands |
| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man |
| Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends |
| I need my money, that don’t ever end |
| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands |
| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man |
| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds |
| Bitch, I’m YG 400 |
| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds |
| Bitch, I’m YG 400 |
| I want a four door Benz that fit all my friends |
| So I could pull up on a bitch and tell her «bitch, get in» |
| Bitch, I want the crib, nobody know where I live |
| Cause that’s where I hide all my shit |
| Diamonds on my wrist, on my neck and other wrist |
| Got damn, look at this |
| Oh, she want a kid? |
| She wanna trip when I dip |
| Damn, bitch, let me live |
| I wanna be a baller, hit the mall, ring it all up |
| It’s ten G’s, ring it all up |
| Hit the strip club, we make a mess, she clean it all up |
| Black Chyna, clean it all up |
| I do it cause I can, African American |
| They never wanted us to have bands |
| Do you hear what I’m saying? |
| This was not in they plan |
| But now a young nigga got bands and… |
| I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends |
| I need my money, that don’t ever end |
| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands |
| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man |
| Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends |
| I need my money, that don’t ever end |
| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands |
| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man |
| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds |
| Bitch, I’m in a 600 |
| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds |
| Bitch, I’m in a 600 |
| I want an all black Benz without no tints |
| So you can see the gold glow when the sun shine in |
| Put Pirellis on stocks, I don’t want no rims |
| Want a big stash spot to put this four-five in |
| I want all my niggas ballin' in the fast lane |
| Hundred some thick when we pull up to the valet (what?) |
| Park and hop out with the mad face |
| Cause niggas think shit turned down since the cash came |
| Oh, fuck that, heard shots then we bust back (bang) |
| Bullet proof everything, you can trust that |
| You done it like we done it, I suggest that (why?) |
| Cause would you rather be the victim or the suspect? |
| Oh, no, I came too forth |
| Changed my ways, no, I change my broad |
| Chase my change, never change my squad |
| And stack 'till I can change my car, cause… |
| I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends |
| I need my money, that don’t ever end |
| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands |
| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man |
| Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends |
| I need my money, that don’t ever end |
| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands |
| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man |
| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds |
| Bitch, I’m YG 400 |
| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds |
| (It's Fifty, bitch, I keep it one hundred) |
| We blew a hunna G’s on some bitches out in Vegas |
| It’s YG and Fifty, niggas know they can’t fade it |
| She get the seven digits, she could say she hit the jackpot |
| Accountants ain’t counting money coming out the crack spots |
| Come through in a motorcade, bitch, we shut your block down |
| Foreigns everywhere, you know a nigga on top now |
| We tipping bitches, stripping, bust it open for a real nigga |
| You thinking she won’t, I’m thinking hell yeah, she will figure |
| There’s gonna be a party right after the party |
| She may menage with somebody |
| Cause we got bitches with us that’s bringing more bitches, get it? |
| I bet you your bitch with it, she come through she gon' get it |
| This is nothing personal, now why would this be hurting you? |
| Bottles poppin', pussy poppin', mollies in the water |
| Crazy shit that we be doing with somebody’s daughter |
| Have me thinking, damn nigga, we be out of order |
| We turn up too loud, they call the law on us |
| I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends |
| I need my money, that don’t ever end |
| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands |
| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man |
| Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends |
| I need my money, that don’t ever end |
| I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands |
| I wanna be the motherfuckin' man |
| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds |
| Bitch, I’m YG 400 |
| Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds |
| Bitch, I’m YG 400 |