Verse 1 : Gold all on my wrist, they all hate it like Chris
Got yo’ chick hooked on my line, I swear I got her looking like fish
What you, What you, What you want, I’ll serve you a dish
Taking your ma’ , she know I talk slick
And she gon’ lie and tell you she tired of it when truth is Im taking your chick
What you, What you, What you know, I’m one of a kind
I rock gold, you know it’s gon’ shine
Ain’t got no rolley all on my wrist
But when they ask, they know it’s my time
This ain’t my flow, fans know that
One time, and then I go back
If you try to blow my high, Ill flash my John and tell ya’ll hold that
Woah
I kill rappers ,they all wack
Tell ‘em fall back, or fall flat
Then I move the crowd like nomads
Dance around while I’m grabbing on my gonads
Go fetch, cause I’m dogging you on them
You farfetched ,you talking garbage
I’m dumb cold, I’m dumb trill
But my future bright, like it went to Harvard
Hottest artist, in my genre
A walking problem, ye ain’t want no problems
If her body poppin’, then bring it to poppa
I be in them trees boy, I be a koala
You ain't seein’ no dollars, you ain't getting’ no commas
But we stuntin’ every time we come around like Karma
Lyrical Alla, grab yo’ Kabala
You toddlers talking, like Yada Yada
Hot like lava, cold like ice water
Try to sleep on me then I’ll burn yo’ pajamas
Youngin’ in the game, don’t you worry bout’ the age
Cause them shorties know the name, yeah they just might holla
Im a G, my playa
2013, my year, don’t care, Im’ma stack this paper
So high, you can see it from the sky
At the top, we gon’ pop, these haters
Million dollar scheme, BentNation be the team
Don’t care what you rate us
Cause you’ chicks wan’ date us
Haters

Gold all on my wrist
I swear my team gon’ be rich
Waving’ high from the sky, while you guys stuck in a ditch
Yeah I’m aiming up for the sky, and I pray to God that I do not miss
And I swear to God, there’s no stopping’ this
And I swear to God, there’s no stopping’ this

Bent!