Huh, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah (haha, what the f-?)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (oh, it's Holiday season)
Huh, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah (haha, what the f-? Haha, what the f-?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh (We working, you're watching)
Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A's on, huh
I'm gon' maintain it, I can't make no friends, none, huh
I'm Usain runnin', way I chase the bag down
Shit, I'm flyin' towards the paper like my life depend on it, huh (Holiday season, ayy)
Fast cars, lunatics, JanSport to Louis V
Fast money, stupid shit, the Devil tryna get through to me, huh
Scary, 'cause I feel like something wrong but don't know who to tell, huh
Yesterday, I swear we had it goin', but we both know what's best
Boy, you need to make somethin' happen, the paper ain't makin' itself
I got some bad ass habits, but I'm gettin' fat ass checks, huh
"ian, you're cashin' out," bitch, we done established that
No, we is not friends at all, soon as I get to that bag, I'm out, huh
Who was you laughin' at? Huh, and who is it laughin' now?
Huh, how can I go back to that? F*ck it, I'm movin' past it all
Uh, I ain't drivin' your average car, buddy, this is an Aston Martin
Damn, I'on feel like I'm askin' much, baby, I need you to hear me, uh
Finna chase this bag so hard, might f*ck around, pull my hammy
I'm finna hold my head up high, but how long can I manage?
Uh, and I'ma keep prayin' to God 'cause I got nothin' else
Uh, I'm hopin' you stayin' the night 'cause we got somethin' special
Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A's on, huh
I'm gon' maintain it, I can't make no friends, none, huh
I'm Usain runnin', way I chase the bag down
Shit, I'm flyin' towards the paper like my life depend on it, huh
Fa-fast cars, lunatics, JanSport to Louis V
Fast money, stupid shit, the Devil tryna get through to me, huh
Scary, 'cause I feel like something wrong but don't know who to tell, huh
Yesterday, I swear we had it goin', but we both know what's best
Bentayga Video (MV)
Performed By: Ian
From Album: Valedictorian
Language: English
Length: 2:04
Written by: Asmil Rodriguez, Ian Smith
Ian - Bentayga Lyrics
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English
Huh, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah (haha, what the f-?)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (oh, it's Holiday season)
Huh, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah (haha, what the f-? Haha, what the f-?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh (We working, you're watching)
Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A's on, huh
I'm gon' maintain it, I can't make no friends, none, huh
I'm Usain runnin', way I chase the bag down
Shit, I'm flyin' towards the paper like my life depend on it, huh (Holiday season, ayy)
Fast cars, lunatics, JanSport to Louis V
Fast money, stupid shit, the Devil tryna get through to me, huh
Scary, 'cause I feel like something wrong but don't know who to tell, huh
Yesterday, I swear we had it goin', but we both know what's best
Boy, you need to make somethin' happen, the paper ain't makin' itself
I got some bad ass habits, but I'm gettin' fat ass checks, huh
"ian, you're cashin' out," bitch, we done established that
No, we is not friends at all, soon as I get to that bag, I'm out, huh
Who was you laughin' at? Huh, and who is it laughin' now?
Huh, how can I go back to that? F*ck it, I'm movin' past it all
Uh, I ain't drivin' your average car, buddy, this is an Aston Martin
Damn, I'on feel like I'm askin' much, baby, I need you to hear me, uh
Finna chase this bag so hard, might f*ck around, pull my hammy
I'm finna hold my head up high, but how long can I manage?
Uh, and I'ma keep prayin' to God 'cause I got nothin' else
Uh, I'm hopin' you stayin' the night 'cause we got somethin' special
Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A's on, huh
I'm gon' maintain it, I can't make no friends, none, huh
I'm Usain runnin', way I chase the bag down
Shit, I'm flyin' towards the paper like my life depend on it, huh
Fa-fast cars, lunatics, JanSport to Louis V
Fast money, stupid shit, the Devil tryna get through to me, huh
Scary, 'cause I feel like something wrong but don't know who to tell, huh
Yesterday, I swear we had it goin', but we both know what's best
Yeah, yeah (haha, what the f-?)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (oh, it's Holiday season)
Huh, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah (haha, what the f-? Haha, what the f-?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh (We working, you're watching)
Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A's on, huh
I'm gon' maintain it, I can't make no friends, none, huh
I'm Usain runnin', way I chase the bag down
Shit, I'm flyin' towards the paper like my life depend on it, huh (Holiday season, ayy)
Fast cars, lunatics, JanSport to Louis V
Fast money, stupid shit, the Devil tryna get through to me, huh
Scary, 'cause I feel like something wrong but don't know who to tell, huh
Yesterday, I swear we had it goin', but we both know what's best
Boy, you need to make somethin' happen, the paper ain't makin' itself
I got some bad ass habits, but I'm gettin' fat ass checks, huh
"ian, you're cashin' out," bitch, we done established that
No, we is not friends at all, soon as I get to that bag, I'm out, huh
Who was you laughin' at? Huh, and who is it laughin' now?
Huh, how can I go back to that? F*ck it, I'm movin' past it all
Uh, I ain't drivin' your average car, buddy, this is an Aston Martin
Damn, I'on feel like I'm askin' much, baby, I need you to hear me, uh
Finna chase this bag so hard, might f*ck around, pull my hammy
I'm finna hold my head up high, but how long can I manage?
Uh, and I'ma keep prayin' to God 'cause I got nothin' else
Uh, I'm hopin' you stayin' the night 'cause we got somethin' special
Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A's on, huh
I'm gon' maintain it, I can't make no friends, none, huh
I'm Usain runnin', way I chase the bag down
Shit, I'm flyin' towards the paper like my life depend on it, huh
Fa-fast cars, lunatics, JanSport to Louis V
Fast money, stupid shit, the Devil tryna get through to me, huh
Scary, 'cause I feel like something wrong but don't know who to tell, huh
Yesterday, I swear we had it goin', but we both know what's best
Writer: Asmil Rodriguez, Ian Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Distrokid
Copyright: Lyrics © Distrokid