Thru the City

Lyrics

Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city babe
 I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city babe
 I remember when I couldn't afford to Uber through the city babe
 Was asking you to come and get me
 But no gas money so you wouldn't do it, babe
 Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city, babe
 I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city, babe
 I remember when I couldn't afford to Uber through the city, babe
 Was asking you to come and get me
 But no gas money so you wouldn't do it, babe
 Styrofoam cup inside of styrofoam cup
 I don't need you to drop on the weed
 With me I buy my own drugs
 You said I would never take off but right now
 It seems like I can't stop going up
 And Like JJ Evans, I'm Dyn-O-Mite
 'Cause seems like I can't stop blowing up
 It's funny, funny, funny, funny
 The way you think you gon' get a verse for free
 'Cause I don't know you niggas
 If you ain't graduate from a real nigga university
 I want my money, money, money, money
 That's the only thing that will work for me
 And when I finish all my work and they put me in the dirt
 Put my money in the dirt with me
 Big old "B" in the middle of the wheel
 Seventy grand in my pocket that shit ain't come from no deal
 I don't fuck with you niggas no more so you say I'm not real
 Maybe the champagne bubbles
 And the hot tub bubbles is all I can feel
 That's real
 Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city babe
 I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city babe
 I remember when I couldn't afford to Uber through the city babe
 Was asking you to come and get me
 But no gas money so you wouldn't do it, babe
 Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city, babe
 I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city, babe
 I remember when I couldn't afford to Uber through the city, babe
 Was asking you to come and get me
 But no gas money so you wouldn't do it, babe
 All I need is my continental
 It sends chills up my spine
 Every time I touch that wood grain wheel
 I own this bitch, this bitch ain't no rental
 Rolling one deep for life
 Fucking with phoneys might get me killed
 I blow kush smoke up in the air
 Tan leather wrapped all around my chair
 I love making these haters stop and stare
 Shout out to god, I'ma stop and say a prayer
 And everytime I come down the avenue
 Let the top back is what I have to do
 Bad bitches, I will not chase after you
 Even if you say, "'Ro this sack is for you"
 I'm one deep in my Bentley babe
 Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city babe
 I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city babe
 I remember when I couldn't afford to Uber through the city babe
 Was asking you to come and get me
 But no gas money so you wouldn't do it, babe
 Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city, babe
 I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city, babe
 I remember when I couldn't afford to Uber through the city, babe
 Was asking you to come and get me
 But no gas money so you wouldn't do it, babe
 I wish you would have kept all
 Of our business off of your Facebook
 'Cause it wasn't all about me
 It was about your Instagram and your Facebook
 Why you gotta always let the left hand
 Know what the right hand doing?
 They be looking at me funny when I buy all this scotch
 That's what the white man be doing
 I'm supposed to pay my water bill, light bill, phone bill
 Not supposed to pay hoes
 I'll buy food hand from a bum before I pay these bitches
 To come up out they clothes
 The pussy is free but my game ain't
 Take your body, end up where your brain ain't
 Y'all shirley ass niggas ain't dranking
 That's tasting eight days later, still got the same drank
 Drunk a thirty-seven, fucking right I did
 Ain't no telling how many Dr Pepper's and Sprite's I did
 My bank would come to the crib, no more ATM's
 And every night a bad bitch say, "Rape me then"
 Two hundred more thousand, that was my afternoon
 You a bad bitch but I gotta chase my money
 I would never chase after you
 Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city babe
 I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city babe
 I remember when I couldn't afford to Uber through the city babe
 Was asking you to come and get me
 But no gas money so you wouldn't do it, babe
 Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city, babe
 I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city, babe
 I remember when I couldn't afford to Uber through the city, babe
 Was asking you to come and get me
 But no gas money so you wouldn't do it, babe
 

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Song Details

Duration
05:13
Key
11
Tempo
120 BPM

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