[Verse 1: Dave East] 3 pills in my body got me noddin' off Really think I'm out this world Got a condom on but she begging me to take it off Probably coming out your girl 1942 mixed it with the Clicquot and I'ma probably hurl Lot of weight Told the plug I could lift it with my arms, I just gotta curl I'm killing everything, ain't got a girl Niggas codeine feignin' They run out to sell We had sour diesel by the barrel Nowadays get it up in the Panamera (skurr) I played the block with the demons Where you could get shot for no reason I grew up plottin' and scheming 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 watching for robbers and Keishas Cuzo play the block with the tweakers 100 grams in his pocket, get a slice got me some pizza Took the foreign top down like it's Caesar Pussy good, but homie, I wouldn't keep her
[Chorus: Dave East] 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 killing 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 2: Don Q] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Currently, I've just been stacking my currency I'ma need all of mine urgently I told you I'm in this bitch permanently Showing no courtesy, I drop the top on 'em purposely Tell them fuck niggas 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 nigga, that's just what it's turning me When I'm creeping through the city, no foreign, I tell 'em suburban me I got that pack on me certainly, nigga I had your back 'till you turned on me, nigga Whenever we come out, I'm liable to dumb out when I'm with the guyzas (yeah, yeah) But if I'm moving doley, then the tooly on me, I ain't with the surprises (yeah, 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
[Hook: Dave East] 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 all camo on us we militant Cameras stay on us, we killing shit I woke up and went to the dealership That's not my gun, I'm just hittin' it Can I be friends with no benefits I used to trap out them tenements That Cuban lookin' Dominican Lately, I've been close with Benjamin C's in a foreign, it's cinnamon Not guilty, they know I'm not innocent Lately, I've been close with BenjaminTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
