Thru The City

(album: Legendary - 2016)

[Chorus:]
Everyday, I ride Bentley through the fucking city babe
I remember, when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city babe
I remember, when I couldn't afford to Uber through the city babe
Was asking you to come and get me, but no gas money so you wouldn't do it babe
[x2]

Styrofoam cup, inside a styrofoam cup
I don't need ya to drop on the weed with me, I buy my own drugs
You said I would never take off, but right now it seem like I can't stop going up
And like JJ Evans I'm dyno-mite, cause seem like I can't stop blowing up
It's funny funny funny funny, the way you think you gon' get a verse for free
Cause I don't know you niggaz, if you ain't graduate from a real nigga university
I want my money money money money, that's the only thang that'll work for me
And when I finish all my work and they put me in the dirt, put my money in the dirt with me
Big ol' B, in the middle of the wheel
Seventy grand in my pocket, that shit ain't come from no deal
I don't fuck with you niggaz no mo', so you say I'm not real
Maybe the champagne bubbles, and the hot tub bubbles is all I can feel that's real

[Chorus x2]

All I need, is my Conti-nental (flying spur)
It send chills up my spine, every time I touch that wood grain wheel
I own this bitch, this bitch ain't no rental (flying spur)
Rolling one deep for life, fucking with phonies might get me killed
I blow kush smoke, up in the air
Tan leather, wrapped all around my chair
I love making these haters stop and stare
Shout out to God, I'ma stop and say a prayer
And every time I come down the Avenue
Letting the top back, is what I have to do
Bad bitches, I will not chase after you
Even if you say Ro this sack is for you, I'm one deep in my Bentley babe

[Chorus x2]

I really wish you, woulda kept all our bid'ness off of your Facebook
Cause it wasn't all about me, it was about your Instagram and your Facebook
Why you gotta always, let the left hand know what the right hand doing
They be looking at me funny when I buy all the Scotch, that's what the white man be doing
I'm suppose to pay my water bill light bill phone bill, not suppose to pay hoes
I'll buy rudan from a bum, 'fore I pay these bitches to come up out they clothes
The pussy is free but my game ain't, make your body end up where your brain ain't
Y'all shirley ass niggaz ain't dranking these taste, and eight days later still got the same paint
Drunk a 37 fucking right I did, no telling how many Dr. Peppers and Sprites I did
My banker come to the crib no more ATM's, and every night a bad bitch say rape me then
Two hundred more thousand, that was my afternoon
You a bad bitch, but I gotta chase my money I would never chase after you

[Chorus x2]