Beamer, Benz, Bentley

(albüm: Benny Montana - 2010)

Let's go
Benny, nigga
But you already know that, right?
Look

Beamer Benz or Bentley, fuck what they expect
And I got now, motherfuck who waiting next
Two hundred dollar kicks, shorty give me eight stacks
I'm a tall [?] like a NBA ref
I'm stunting, like fuck it, I do this shit for nothing
I'm popping bottles and I rocked your newest shit for nothing
Ferraris, Bugatti, I'm trafficking, I'm sorry
That mink on my back, it feel like African safari
My passenger a diva, my glasses and my vicas
I swear my back pockets prolly fatter than Aretha
I run a nigga over when I'm backing up the Beamer
Them diamonds and them C-notes came from wrapping up a kilo
Didn't you know I do it, I am not a rapper
Masses with gloves, I am not a catcher
Hit them with that chopper yo I am kind of accurate
When I leave her house, she gonna have to buy a mattress
And I keep that heat, work always cheats
And I back that out if y'all play me
I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new
I ain't handcuffing, you can get my bitch too
Here my Beamer, Benz, Bentley
Them D cups always tempt me
I been trapping dog, Shay gave me this beat to resurrect me
Fuck her in my hoodie and my sneakers if she let me
Cook up in the kitchen, I'ma stretch it if she let me
Your bitch kinda bad, you be sleeping on your broad
I bust a nut, after that I'm sleeping on your bra
And I'm in the trap so I keep her in the malls
I blow a dutch, put her in a sleeper then I'm gone
In my Beamer, Benz, or Bentley