Babyface Ray - Brand New Benz lyrics

[Babyface Ray - Brand New Benz lyrics]

I rock Monclers when it's cold
I got Louis purses bigger than they mama
I rock Balenciagas to play
Flat out, period, yeah niggas hatin', nigga
I know my position got 'em envious
(Okay, KMoney)
With my We on foreign, pushin' spinners
I don't yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I got a Benz in my
Garage collectin' dust right now
(Collectin' dust right now)
A hundred baddies on my line
They wanna fuck right now
(Wanna fuck right now)
You know I ain't bring no luggage
Shop when I touch down (For real)
Lately, I been way too savage
Give a fuck what you got (Fuck what you)
I understand why they've been hatin'
My position got 'em envious
It's mine, I'm gettin' it, I'm stackin' it
I'm spendin' it
Forty-one plain jane Prezi look like cinnamon
(Plain)
Lookin' like money, you know my twin Benjamin
(Mhm)

I come from rental cars, dope exchangin'
You know I came for the money
Don't give a fuck what fame is
Yeah, you know I'm petty
Hit a nigga main bitch
One night could change her life
She ain't been the same since
Yeah, top floor suites
Bitches runnin' 'round naked (Suite)
Perkies and Teslas, I'm drivin' too reckless
Diamonds got her mesmerized
She starin' at my necklace (yeah)
I was told to ball on these niggas
I can't help it
They tell me make investments
Buy real estate (Huh?)
I been thinkin' Maybach truck
Forgi' dinner plates
Connect and make a fifty ball and
I ain't in the state (Phew)
She said her rent was two K
That's what I seen today

Yeah, I got a Benz in my
Garage collectin' dust right now
(Collectin' dust right now)
A hundred baddies on my line
They wanna fuck right now
(Wanna fuck right now)
You know I ain't bring no luggage
Shop when I touch down (For real)
Lately, I been way too savage
Give a fuck what you got (Fuck what you)
I understand why they've been hatin'
My position got 'em envious
It's mine, I'm gettin' it, I'm stackin' it
I'm spendin' it
Forty-one plain jane Prezi look like cinnamon
(Plain)
Lookin' like money, you know my twin Benjamin
(Mhm)

Yeah, what is that
Palm Angels that you rockin'? (Rockin')
I be buyin' Rhude shit like Abercrombie
Shut up 'fore I cut you off, bitch
And hit your mama (For real)
I'm so motherfuckin' up
I should send my kids to Donda (Facts)
I'm stickin' to the code
I be lyin' to your honor (No cap)
Mixin' up these drugs
That shit help me with my problems
(My problems)
Got it out the mud, you can ask my baby mamas
Yeah, back to back black shit scratchin'
One-fifty up (yeah)
A light-ass ten-K, 'kay
I lift her titties up (yeah)
She ain't never rode in a Demon, screamin'
"Giddy up"
I might pull a 'Rari through this bitch
Fuck the city up

I got a Benz in my
Garage collectin' dust right now
(Collectin' dust right now)
A hundred baddies on my line
They wanna fuck right now (On my mama)
You know I ain't bring no luggage
Shop when I touch down (yeah)
Lately, I been way too savage
Give a fuck what you got (Face Mob)
I understand why they've been hatin'
My position got 'em envious (Mhm)
It's mine, I'm gettin' it, I'm stackin' it
I'm spendin' it
Forty-one plain jane Prezi look like cinnamon
(Cinnamon)
Lookin' like money, you know my twin Benjamin
(Bitch)

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