Letras
Im in a cherry red AMG benz
With prada lens
Bitch I look like money
So me and Ben we look like twins
Girl you fuck with losers
Why would I fuck when I get wins? Baby make it make sense
Fore I take some offense
You know that if im leaving
Then nina coming along
Before I leave the crib
Gotta pack the weed in the bong
They running out of breathe cause they tryna keep up with me
I'll slow it down and wait
If they think they can fuck with me
They knowing whats up with me
Pretty bitch loving
Niggas know my vibe
I keep me a 10 as some company
She sadity
She uppity
And I told her to never change
Cause I aint switching up
Less we talking bout switching lanes
Let it breathe
Its the boss dawg
We start running it up
Thats when we lost yall
We was giving passes
Now that stealing boutta cost yall
How the fuck you hate when a nigga do what he please ho
Running up this cheese ho
Smoking on these trees
A bitch cant get the steppin if she ever threat to leave
And if she do me right
You know I gotta bless her like a sneeze