Ayo, turn off the lights, please
Alright, thank you
Turn me up, too
Yeah, look
Name brand over my waist, OFF-WHITE over my laces
She ain't ever gonna benefit from me
She a skeleton to me
Finally in the driver side of the GTS, wrist on VVS, they don't see it yet
Feel like you expect too much from me
You ain't tryna connect with Eugenio
Seems like this the time I need to be alone
Constantly telling me that you ain't feeling me
You ain't gotta act that immature
You ain't gotta act that immature
Aye, look
She ain't ever gonna benefit from me
She a skeleton to me
She ain't ever gonna benefit from me
She ain't ever
She a skeleton to me
She ain't ever
Finally in the driver side of GTS, wrist on VVS, they don't see it yet
Told the biddie to run that, call me, called the bitch on Sunday
If you didn't milly rock, well baby, you 'come broke
Fall, f*ck, bitch, I like
So I told her catch up, bitch can't slide
You gon' be on 'list, shawd, so wait, baby, find me
Animal body, and you didn't sex
All the way, wait a minute
Broke a neck, wait a second
That's a bad bitch, and I'm coming up
If you wanna f*ck her, then you run it up
Yeah
Name brand over my waist, OFF-WHITE over my laces
She ain't ever gonna benefit from me
She a skeleton to me
Yeah, uh
Bitch, do you know who I am?
Bitch, do you know I'm the man?
I'm killing shit
Bitch, I just know you a fan, and you tryna get what you can
Not feeling it
I bury my fortune
I'm feeling like I gotta dead your misfortune
My fire be scorching
Not passing that gas in my station, I'm torching
Keep my own two, I put up the bread, so I can have young in some Breds
I would rather stack my duggets, I'm bugging
I rather see paper instead
Just know that
I know what to do, and I know where the hoes at
Hold that thought
'Cause you thought that you would get shit for free
You ain't owe that
I don't do this shit for nothing
I'ma hustle from the muscle kind of nigga
I ain't bluffing
Feel me?
You want it? Gotta get it
Wanna shine, and wanna stunt, but you know I ain't finna give it
Feel me?
I'ma boss, baby
See me when you get results, not excuses
Get lost, baby, uh
You know I'ma boss, baby
See me when you get results, not excuses
Get lost, baby
Eugenio Oliveras - Beneficial (feat. Surf-O & DarkHeart) Lyrics
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Ayo, turn off the lights, please
Alright, thank you
Turn me up, too
Yeah, look
Name brand over my waist, OFF-WHITE over my laces
She ain't ever gonna benefit from me
She a skeleton to me
Finally in the driver side of the GTS, wrist on VVS, they don't see it yet
Feel like you expect too much from me
You ain't tryna connect with Eugenio
Seems like this the time I need to be alone
Constantly telling me that you ain't feeling me
You ain't gotta act that immature
You ain't gotta act that immature
Aye, look
She ain't ever gonna benefit from me
She a skeleton to me
She ain't ever gonna benefit from me
She ain't ever
She a skeleton to me
She ain't ever
Finally in the driver side of GTS, wrist on VVS, they don't see it yet
Told the biddie to run that, call me, called the bitch on Sunday
If you didn't milly rock, well baby, you 'come broke
Fall, f*ck, bitch, I like
So I told her catch up, bitch can't slide
You gon' be on 'list, shawd, so wait, baby, find me
Animal body, and you didn't sex
All the way, wait a minute
Broke a neck, wait a second
That's a bad bitch, and I'm coming up
If you wanna f*ck her, then you run it up
Yeah
Name brand over my waist, OFF-WHITE over my laces
She ain't ever gonna benefit from me
She a skeleton to me
Yeah, uh
Bitch, do you know who I am?
Bitch, do you know I'm the man?
I'm killing shit
Bitch, I just know you a fan, and you tryna get what you can
Not feeling it
I bury my fortune
I'm feeling like I gotta dead your misfortune
My fire be scorching
Not passing that gas in my station, I'm torching
Keep my own two, I put up the bread, so I can have young in some Breds
I would rather stack my duggets, I'm bugging
I rather see paper instead
Just know that
I know what to do, and I know where the hoes at
Hold that thought
'Cause you thought that you would get shit for free
You ain't owe that
I don't do this shit for nothing
I'ma hustle from the muscle kind of nigga
I ain't bluffing
Feel me?
You want it? Gotta get it
Wanna shine, and wanna stunt, but you know I ain't finna give it
Feel me?
I'ma boss, baby
See me when you get results, not excuses
Get lost, baby, uh
You know I'ma boss, baby
See me when you get results, not excuses
Get lost, baby
Alright, thank you
Turn me up, too
Yeah, look
Name brand over my waist, OFF-WHITE over my laces
She ain't ever gonna benefit from me
She a skeleton to me
Finally in the driver side of the GTS, wrist on VVS, they don't see it yet
Feel like you expect too much from me
You ain't tryna connect with Eugenio
Seems like this the time I need to be alone
Constantly telling me that you ain't feeling me
You ain't gotta act that immature
You ain't gotta act that immature
Aye, look
She ain't ever gonna benefit from me
She a skeleton to me
She ain't ever gonna benefit from me
She ain't ever
She a skeleton to me
She ain't ever
Finally in the driver side of GTS, wrist on VVS, they don't see it yet
Told the biddie to run that, call me, called the bitch on Sunday
If you didn't milly rock, well baby, you 'come broke
Fall, f*ck, bitch, I like
So I told her catch up, bitch can't slide
You gon' be on 'list, shawd, so wait, baby, find me
Animal body, and you didn't sex
All the way, wait a minute
Broke a neck, wait a second
That's a bad bitch, and I'm coming up
If you wanna f*ck her, then you run it up
Yeah
Name brand over my waist, OFF-WHITE over my laces
She ain't ever gonna benefit from me
She a skeleton to me
Yeah, uh
Bitch, do you know who I am?
Bitch, do you know I'm the man?
I'm killing shit
Bitch, I just know you a fan, and you tryna get what you can
Not feeling it
I bury my fortune
I'm feeling like I gotta dead your misfortune
My fire be scorching
Not passing that gas in my station, I'm torching
Keep my own two, I put up the bread, so I can have young in some Breds
I would rather stack my duggets, I'm bugging
I rather see paper instead
Just know that
I know what to do, and I know where the hoes at
Hold that thought
'Cause you thought that you would get shit for free
You ain't owe that
I don't do this shit for nothing
I'ma hustle from the muscle kind of nigga
I ain't bluffing
Feel me?
You want it? Gotta get it
Wanna shine, and wanna stunt, but you know I ain't finna give it
Feel me?
I'ma boss, baby
See me when you get results, not excuses
Get lost, baby, uh
You know I'ma boss, baby
See me when you get results, not excuses
Get lost, baby
Writer: Deon Jones, Eugenio Oliveras, Frank Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid