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Joey Bada$$

500 Benz

 

500 Benz


500 Benz
500 Benz
(Statik Selektah)
500 Benz
500 Benz

Took the business class seats back to NYC
Left LAX with a bag of the THC
Straight reeking
Nowadays I bounce back in full each weekend
Shorter days, longer nights, from my lack of sleeping
Thinking when this bitchcoastal life is just dreams and
Now a nigga headed west the cold seasons
Wrist below freezing, chicks is strip teasing
They only suck a nigga when a nigga succeeding
If she a go-getter then she never will achieve 'em
Best believe, 'cause all I do is fucking lead 'em
Off in the right direction, teacher lent me lessons
Reduce the stress and balance out the imperfections
Hundred folded in my lap like many blessings
Every night 'fore I take the chance, I ask questions
Something like, can you meet me at the Westin?
And after I fuck you, girl can I fuck your best friend?
Fuck it, I'm just shooting all my shots now
Hard to be humble, when you riding with your top down
Picture me rolling up in my SL500 Benz
Mami sip on the potion while her hair blowing in the wind
I'm just tryna win but they hating from the sideline
These niggas watch mine like a nigga primetime
I'm ten thousand feet right above your skyline
Sipping on the fine wine, the only thing on my mind

500 Benz, AMG package
'95 classic, rare Gucci jacket
With the Cartier glasses, just to match it

So anytime I'm pulling off, it's getaway fashion
Coppers'll never catch him, I got hustler's passion
Chick in my passenger seat, she looking like she came out the pageant
And he down for anything that I ask or imagine
So I hit the corner store and copped a pack of the Magnums, shit
'Cause I ain't playing no games
Lil R&B chick and I ain't saying no names
Let her rock the mic and give a nigga soul brain
By the time this shit drops she'll prolly be my old thang
I'm just young and living, pulling many women
If you was in my shoes, I bet you couldn't say you wouldn't
Been in the deep end since I got my foot in
Now these niggas wanna ride the wave all of a sudden

SL500 Benz with the AMG package
And the rare Gucci jacket, Cartier glasses, just to match it
Cartier glasses, just to match it
I said
SL500 Benz with the rare Gucci jacket
And the AMG package
Cartier glasses, just to match it
Match it, Cartier glasses, just to match it, skrrt

500 Benz
Match it
500 Benz
Match it
500 Benz
Match it, match it
500 Benz
500 Benz

done

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