[Intro]:

I don’t even remember, who’s your friend again
And I’m riding the lambo, but he rented it

Imma slide wit my kinfolk, to his residence
We got sticks like the army, like a veteran
Always worried bout the money, imma letterman
Said she loving my voice, she say that it’s heaven sent

Shorty wanted some money, baby I don’t got a cent
No I ain’t broke baby but I got some sense
And that’s prolly why he broke, cause he ain’t got no sense
If it don’t make cents, then it don’t make sense

Riding the—


(Thrillboy) (Flaw Team)
Aye
(Rockin’ wit the plug DJ Sweendawg)
Yeah huh
(YouGunnaHelpUsOut?)
You already know
I—I really don’t think, they know what the fuck goin on right now n***a
It’s a whole lotta bloody 19’ shit
[Hook]:

I’m tryna fuck baby and I’m serious
I’m off a perc and it got me delirious
Know the bitch from school, yeah she was cheering
And I was taking xans in 7th period

Know I’m the one, baby and you feel it
Count up the ones, counting up the Benji’s
I don’t even remember, who’s your friend again
And I’m riding the lambo, but he rented it

Imma slide wit my kinfolk, to his residence
We got sticks like the army, like a veteran
Always worried bout the money, imma letterman
Said she loving my voice, she say that it’s heaven sent

Shorty wanted some money, baby I don’t got a cent
No I ain’t broke baby but I got some sense
And that’s prolly why he broke, cause he ain’t got no sense
If it don’t make cents, then it don’t make sense

[Verse]:

Riding the Benzo, this not a Maybach
Wanna fuck, little baby just say that
I got a check that I made on the way back
I got a check we can spend on the way back
I got her pussy wet, like a wave cap
I made a wave, kinda like a wave cap
I made a wave, n***a it ain’t no cap
I fucked your bitch, you can get your hoe back

If I make two racks, we can spend both
I don’t got a problem baby you know
And we ride down Rodeo slow
Bouta shop in the Louie store

[Hook]:

I’m tryna fuck baby and I’m serious
I’m off a perc and it got me delirious
Know the bitch from school, yeah she was cheering
And I was taking xans in 7th period

Know I’m the one, baby and you feel it
Count up the ones, counting up the Benji’s
I don’t even remember, who’s your friend again
And I’m riding the lambo, but he rented it

Imma slide wit my kinfolk, to his residence
We got sticks like the army, like a veteran
Always worried bout the money, imma letterman
Said she loving my voice, she say that it’s heaven sent
Shorty wanted some money, baby I don’t got a cent
No I ain’t broke baby but I got some sense
And that’s prolly why he broke, cause he ain’t got no sense
If it don’t make cents, then it don’t make sense

Riding the Benzo, this not a maybach
Wanna fuck, little baby just say that