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I can't even ask you niggaz what's ya life like
You too regular, bitch step it up
Head hunting in the field like a veteran
Or lowkey ballin on the court like Richard Jefferson
Still all about the Benjamin's, baby
All about the Benjamin's
We still all about the Benjamin's, baby
All about the Benjamin's
Catch me sliding down, Elkhorn, yeah that's my side of town
Smoking loud, but in that thang that don't make a sound
I keep it a Hunnid just like my stomping grounds
Had to make my rounds making some money by shaking pounds
Gotta goal of 250 million at least
With collector fly shit on my feet, Rather unique
I see it in my mind so i paint it on beats
You in the way, you how I'm painting the streets
It's Magnifique
Profit we gon lock it down, got the best stock in town
Know you finna cop it now, you won't need to shop around
Poppin like a glock around, your enemy you knockin down
I don't rock a crown, i walk it i don't talk it now
So watch how you be talkin down and flaunting that bullshit
Be more mindful 'Fore you filled up with a full clip
Every full moon we need them blues fil pool with
While I'm smoking 2 slappin this cool shit, Drew, what it do?
I'm just sliding round
Craig road yeah this my side of town
Top down bumping Sade cause i gotta lounge
Hit the Cannery to parlay
I'm bout my money all days
No need for audibles when i call plays
We all paid
Shit it aint nun else to do
I leave the games to the casinos hoe don't play with my loot
We in the wild wild west you can't step in my boots
Who said Player Shit was a fluke?
Homie this is this proof
That we the hottest in the city boi
And if you ask Reed he'd tell you aint nobody f*cking with me boi
Except yo lil bitty boi
She tried to get Dikembe D'd up instead she got the Hakeem shimmy boi
Thats real talk
No bitch could ever get a dolla from me
She wanna hang wit the V & so we charged her a fee
Then kicked her out of the garage now I'm recording w Chief
Chiefing on loud with the team
While we plotting on green thinkin bout how
I can't even ask you niggaz what's ya life like
You too regular, bitch step it up
Head hunting in the field like a veteran
Or lowkey ballin on the court like Richard Jefferson
Still all about the Benjamin's, baby
All about the Benjamin's
We still all about the Benjamin's, baby
All about the Benjamin's
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I can't even ask you niggaz what's ya life like
You too regular, bitch step it up
Head hunting in the field like a veteran
Or lowkey ballin on the court like Richard Jefferson
Still all about the Benjamin's, baby
All about the Benjamin's
We still all about the Benjamin's, baby
All about the Benjamin's
Catch me sliding down, Elkhorn, yeah that's my side of town
Smoking loud, but in that thang that don't make a sound
I keep it a Hunnid just like my stomping grounds
Had to make my rounds making some money by shaking pounds
Gotta goal of 250 million at least
With collector fly shit on my feet, Rather unique
I see it in my mind so i paint it on beats
You in the way, you how I'm painting the streets
It's Magnifique
Profit we gon lock it down, got the best stock in town
Know you finna cop it now, you won't need to shop around
Poppin like a glock around, your enemy you knockin down
I don't rock a crown, i walk it i don't talk it now
So watch how you be talkin down and flaunting that bullshit
Be more mindful 'Fore you filled up with a full clip
Every full moon we need them blues fil pool with
While I'm smoking 2 slappin this cool shit, Drew, what it do?
I'm just sliding round
Craig road yeah this my side of town
Top down bumping Sade cause i gotta lounge
Hit the Cannery to parlay
I'm bout my money all days
No need for audibles when i call plays
We all paid
Shit it aint nun else to do
I leave the games to the casinos hoe don't play with my loot
We in the wild wild west you can't step in my boots
Who said Player Shit was a fluke?
Homie this is this proof
That we the hottest in the city boi
And if you ask Reed he'd tell you aint nobody f*cking with me boi
Except yo lil bitty boi
She tried to get Dikembe D'd up instead she got the Hakeem shimmy boi
Thats real talk
No bitch could ever get a dolla from me
She wanna hang wit the V & so we charged her a fee
Then kicked her out of the garage now I'm recording w Chief
Chiefing on loud with the team
While we plotting on green thinkin bout how
I can't even ask you niggaz what's ya life like
You too regular, bitch step it up
Head hunting in the field like a veteran
Or lowkey ballin on the court like Richard Jefferson
Still all about the Benjamin's, baby
All about the Benjamin's
We still all about the Benjamin's, baby
All about the Benjamin's
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Writer: Eli Rodriquez, Troy Flowers Jr, Warren Raber
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