D Benji D Benji D Benji
Gang D Benji D Benji D Benji
Aye Look
Hold up what he say I cant hear em
Money loud that shit f*ck up my
Hold up what he say I cant hear em
Gang gang
Hold up what he say I cant hear em
Aye Look
Hold up what he say I cant hear em
Money loud that shit f*ck up my ear drum
Who he why the f*ck would I fear him
Fear god cant nobody come near him
Riding round with the racks seat leaned back chilling and reclining
Moving like a boss cut some Niggas cuz they wasn't on my timing
Ion give a f*ck about that shit
Back then we was putting up for nicks
Lil man shot dice against the bricks
Shit im tryn get my bread up for some kicks
Yeah u know it's levels to this shit
Get a tool who talking bout a wrench
Bad bitch she giving me the spits
I'm thinking bout plans of getting rich
Thinking bout ways we could get this
I got an idea like okay we could flip this
Gotta get out the trenches
I remember the time as I kid when I wished it
If I'm outside then u know that I'm cooling
They on my body they f*ck with the music
Talk about cash yeah they know I get to it
I hit the gas and u know I be I too lit
And narcs on the road man that's why I be cruising
Watch Niggas they picking and choosing
Show love when they notice u losing
But hate to see wen u improving
No cap man that shit be confusing
Sit back and I laugh it's amusing
Got stabbed in my back and I knew it
I don't give a f*ck I still gotta get to it
Bitch my whole life man I always been different
Was that kid never wanted to kick it
I just wanted to get to this chicken
F*ck a drug got me money addicted
Broke Nigga that shit is restricted
You know I got more drip than a liquid
Off rip man I realized I'm gifted
Can't f*ck with some niggas I'm keeping my distance
Tell u d benji I'm one of them ones
What u need I'll give u the funds
Cross me man it is what it was
Can't sweep that shit under the rug
I'm chasing this chicken get money and flip it
And y'all niggas really be bums
I see it I get it I'm counting these digits
We making it rain in the club
Dion Benji - Hold up Lyrics
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D Benji D Benji D Benji
Gang D Benji D Benji D Benji
Aye Look
Hold up what he say I cant hear em
Money loud that shit f*ck up my
Hold up what he say I cant hear em
Gang gang
Hold up what he say I cant hear em
Aye Look
Hold up what he say I cant hear em
Money loud that shit f*ck up my ear drum
Who he why the f*ck would I fear him
Fear god cant nobody come near him
Riding round with the racks seat leaned back chilling and reclining
Moving like a boss cut some Niggas cuz they wasn't on my timing
Ion give a f*ck about that shit
Back then we was putting up for nicks
Lil man shot dice against the bricks
Shit im tryn get my bread up for some kicks
Yeah u know it's levels to this shit
Get a tool who talking bout a wrench
Bad bitch she giving me the spits
I'm thinking bout plans of getting rich
Thinking bout ways we could get this
I got an idea like okay we could flip this
Gotta get out the trenches
I remember the time as I kid when I wished it
If I'm outside then u know that I'm cooling
They on my body they f*ck with the music
Talk about cash yeah they know I get to it
I hit the gas and u know I be I too lit
And narcs on the road man that's why I be cruising
Watch Niggas they picking and choosing
Show love when they notice u losing
But hate to see wen u improving
No cap man that shit be confusing
Sit back and I laugh it's amusing
Got stabbed in my back and I knew it
I don't give a f*ck I still gotta get to it
Bitch my whole life man I always been different
Was that kid never wanted to kick it
I just wanted to get to this chicken
F*ck a drug got me money addicted
Broke Nigga that shit is restricted
You know I got more drip than a liquid
Off rip man I realized I'm gifted
Can't f*ck with some niggas I'm keeping my distance
Tell u d benji I'm one of them ones
What u need I'll give u the funds
Cross me man it is what it was
Can't sweep that shit under the rug
I'm chasing this chicken get money and flip it
And y'all niggas really be bums
I see it I get it I'm counting these digits
We making it rain in the club
Gang D Benji D Benji D Benji
Aye Look
Hold up what he say I cant hear em
Money loud that shit f*ck up my
Hold up what he say I cant hear em
Gang gang
Hold up what he say I cant hear em
Aye Look
Hold up what he say I cant hear em
Money loud that shit f*ck up my ear drum
Who he why the f*ck would I fear him
Fear god cant nobody come near him
Riding round with the racks seat leaned back chilling and reclining
Moving like a boss cut some Niggas cuz they wasn't on my timing
Ion give a f*ck about that shit
Back then we was putting up for nicks
Lil man shot dice against the bricks
Shit im tryn get my bread up for some kicks
Yeah u know it's levels to this shit
Get a tool who talking bout a wrench
Bad bitch she giving me the spits
I'm thinking bout plans of getting rich
Thinking bout ways we could get this
I got an idea like okay we could flip this
Gotta get out the trenches
I remember the time as I kid when I wished it
If I'm outside then u know that I'm cooling
They on my body they f*ck with the music
Talk about cash yeah they know I get to it
I hit the gas and u know I be I too lit
And narcs on the road man that's why I be cruising
Watch Niggas they picking and choosing
Show love when they notice u losing
But hate to see wen u improving
No cap man that shit be confusing
Sit back and I laugh it's amusing
Got stabbed in my back and I knew it
I don't give a f*ck I still gotta get to it
Bitch my whole life man I always been different
Was that kid never wanted to kick it
I just wanted to get to this chicken
F*ck a drug got me money addicted
Broke Nigga that shit is restricted
You know I got more drip than a liquid
Off rip man I realized I'm gifted
Can't f*ck with some niggas I'm keeping my distance
Tell u d benji I'm one of them ones
What u need I'll give u the funds
Cross me man it is what it was
Can't sweep that shit under the rug
I'm chasing this chicken get money and flip it
And y'all niggas really be bums
I see it I get it I'm counting these digits
We making it rain in the club
Writer: Dion Jackson
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