Chef - Benz Car (feat. Sav) Lyrics

Drive my whip, you can drive my car
Pull up in a Benz, we can go real far
On the west side, vibin' with the tide and the stars
Bein' anywhere else would be real bizarre
Drive my whip, you can drive my car
Pull up in a Benz, we can go real far
On the west side, vibin' with the tide and the stars
Bein' anywhere else would be real bizarre
No, no, no
F*ck those hoes
Money over you
You know how it goes
City on the map
I don't need to cap
I'm home in a flash
Shorty on my lap
Do a lap dance
Make me wanna dance
Throwin' all the bands
I don't need my hands
Shorty do a split
Split on a dick
Why you gettin' mad?
While i'm gettin' rich
Whip silver surfer
You went home and hurt her
Sad you are a pervert
Smoke a blunt, a burner
Cannot count it all
I just like to ball
Keep my circle small
Text cannot recall
Take you to the mall
Goyard have it all
Broke up now you call
Head against the wall
Bitch be like some sherbert
Eat her, don't disturb her
I just might return her
The store might need pre-order
Drive my whip, you can drive my car
Pull up in a Benz, we can go real far
On the west side, vibin' with the tide and the stars
Bein' anywhere else would be real bizarre
Drive my whip, you can drive my car
Pull up in a Benz, we can go real far
On the west side, vibin' with the tide and the stars
Bein' anywhere else would be real bizarre