LUXE - Bentley Truck Lyrics

I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck, bitch
I don't give a f*ck
'Til all my homies in a Bentley truck

Yeah, two steppin' in my black vans
Out my motherf*ckin' mind like a Habs fan
These rappers past tense, the way I passed them
I'm lion-hearted mane, they should call me Aslan
F*ck a blog dawg, they stay gate keeping
My appetite is heavy so the team stay eating
No vegan, if we all competing, ya'll can serve beef
A living legend in my ends, shit can't hurt me
I got my shooter Jordan going Tarantino
Out in the field I'm making plays like '84 Marino
Stacking streams all in the scene all for the mighty C note
I do not want a valentine, I just want Valentino
A boujee baby til I'm dripped in Balmain
Let the chain swang, cause some back pain
Like your girl on top my bed frame
I go an attitude like O'shea
But on the beats I feel like Doc Dre
Tell 'em what's up...

I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck, bitch
I don't give a f*ck
'Til all my homies in a Bentley truck
Tell 'em what's up
I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck, bitch
I don't give a f*ck
'Til all my homies in a Bentley truck

Yeah, f*ck the other side
I'm in the stu, I'm grindin' late, I'm working overtime
I'm talking 9-5, then its 5-9
Until I flatline, I do it for the 9-0-5
If I hit the stage, its a mosh pit
Shit is a gift and I got it
Talkin' bout green, I'm a botanist
Planted the seeds then I profit
Rollin' deep like a Loch Ness
All black like its gothic
Heavy the team, you can stop it
Please, you know that we poppin'

I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck, bitch
I don't give a f*ck
'Til all my homies in a Bentley truck
Tell 'em what's up
I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck, bitch
I don't give a f*ck
'Til all my homies in a Bentley truck