Chasin Benji's I want em m's
Ballin like above tha rim
Remember dem days ain't have ah cent
Now I'm pulling up in bent
Fly af I feel like Clark Kent but without the cape
Ima rock this bape take ah trip across the state
Trappin gahhh bags was the risk I take
Had to make a plate
This ain't even know luggage I got weight
& I had to switch up location to get paid
Want them millions need about seven ways
365 and it's no sleep till we ate
From the day I was born I was destined to be great
Threw all my struggles i ain't never lose no faith
Wanna thank the lord it's time eat I say my grace
This life here ah marathon you gotta have ah pace
Remember being young trophy was Gucci round my waist
Now I want that Rollie wit that big ole blue face
Came up out the trenches now it's ah house wit big ole gates
What I hustle for ? Wanna see my family living straight
Jumped on the Forbes and I done made it to first place
& now I'm touring book me for shows I need 10k
They gonna think it's overnight I blew up in they face
But Na it was ah process I had to stay down and be patient
Me & Benjamin Franklin done made us ah new relation
Got M's all in my account seeing green numbers like the matrix
Chasing millions I had them bands
Benji jacks & grants my friends
All in my pocket I keep em dead
Ounce of exotic straight to the head
Ain't write shit down no pencil pad
Walking on red that's period!
Fly af like pelicans geeked up off that AD
No sleep till we feast
Put ah 100g's in mama safe
G wagon Maybach edition I grabbed it
Like B.I.G said I went from ashy to classy
Mo money Mo problems we still gotta have it
Pull up to ice box tell em make me ah maverick
Now my necked marked up wit Cubans
Fell in love with tha Money met Cupid
Being dead broke still rocking Louie
Now life's double G & we Gucci
Been kicking shit like Hong Kong phooey
My life feels like movies
When I was down bad I ain't stress no one hit the roads and got straight to it
Early mornings strange finessing
Counting hundreds in Dre Buick
TrisDaddyThaMac - FuturePresents Lyrics
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Chasin Benji's I want em m's
Ballin like above tha rim
Remember dem days ain't have ah cent
Now I'm pulling up in bent
Fly af I feel like Clark Kent but without the cape
Ima rock this bape take ah trip across the state
Trappin gahhh bags was the risk I take
Had to make a plate
This ain't even know luggage I got weight
& I had to switch up location to get paid
Want them millions need about seven ways
365 and it's no sleep till we ate
From the day I was born I was destined to be great
Threw all my struggles i ain't never lose no faith
Wanna thank the lord it's time eat I say my grace
This life here ah marathon you gotta have ah pace
Remember being young trophy was Gucci round my waist
Now I want that Rollie wit that big ole blue face
Came up out the trenches now it's ah house wit big ole gates
What I hustle for ? Wanna see my family living straight
Jumped on the Forbes and I done made it to first place
& now I'm touring book me for shows I need 10k
They gonna think it's overnight I blew up in they face
But Na it was ah process I had to stay down and be patient
Me & Benjamin Franklin done made us ah new relation
Got M's all in my account seeing green numbers like the matrix
Chasing millions I had them bands
Benji jacks & grants my friends
All in my pocket I keep em dead
Ounce of exotic straight to the head
Ain't write shit down no pencil pad
Walking on red that's period!
Fly af like pelicans geeked up off that AD
No sleep till we feast
Put ah 100g's in mama safe
G wagon Maybach edition I grabbed it
Like B.I.G said I went from ashy to classy
Mo money Mo problems we still gotta have it
Pull up to ice box tell em make me ah maverick
Now my necked marked up wit Cubans
Fell in love with tha Money met Cupid
Being dead broke still rocking Louie
Now life's double G & we Gucci
Been kicking shit like Hong Kong phooey
My life feels like movies
When I was down bad I ain't stress no one hit the roads and got straight to it
Early mornings strange finessing
Counting hundreds in Dre Buick
Ballin like above tha rim
Remember dem days ain't have ah cent
Now I'm pulling up in bent
Fly af I feel like Clark Kent but without the cape
Ima rock this bape take ah trip across the state
Trappin gahhh bags was the risk I take
Had to make a plate
This ain't even know luggage I got weight
& I had to switch up location to get paid
Want them millions need about seven ways
365 and it's no sleep till we ate
From the day I was born I was destined to be great
Threw all my struggles i ain't never lose no faith
Wanna thank the lord it's time eat I say my grace
This life here ah marathon you gotta have ah pace
Remember being young trophy was Gucci round my waist
Now I want that Rollie wit that big ole blue face
Came up out the trenches now it's ah house wit big ole gates
What I hustle for ? Wanna see my family living straight
Jumped on the Forbes and I done made it to first place
& now I'm touring book me for shows I need 10k
They gonna think it's overnight I blew up in they face
But Na it was ah process I had to stay down and be patient
Me & Benjamin Franklin done made us ah new relation
Got M's all in my account seeing green numbers like the matrix
Chasing millions I had them bands
Benji jacks & grants my friends
All in my pocket I keep em dead
Ounce of exotic straight to the head
Ain't write shit down no pencil pad
Walking on red that's period!
Fly af like pelicans geeked up off that AD
No sleep till we feast
Put ah 100g's in mama safe
G wagon Maybach edition I grabbed it
Like B.I.G said I went from ashy to classy
Mo money Mo problems we still gotta have it
Pull up to ice box tell em make me ah maverick
Now my necked marked up wit Cubans
Fell in love with tha Money met Cupid
Being dead broke still rocking Louie
Now life's double G & we Gucci
Been kicking shit like Hong Kong phooey
My life feels like movies
When I was down bad I ain't stress no one hit the roads and got straight to it
Early mornings strange finessing
Counting hundreds in Dre Buick
Writer: Tris Daddy
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