Benny the Butcher, 38 Spesh - Driver's Seat lyrics

Jeremie Damon Pennick

[Benny the Butcher, 38 Spesh - Driver's Seat lyrics]

Uh, let's go

Uh, everything I own came out the kitchen
I was 'bout my business since
2000 had trap houses hittin'
Aight, I'm down to get it
We was kids playin' and found syringes
(Let's go) i lived it
That's why the shit I'm sayin' sound specific
Bullshit walk a mile a minute, nigga
Money talk (Money talk)
And for that money
Turn your buddy to a bloody corpse
We get crafty when that money short
(Let's go) i get a spot outta town then run
Around like I'm from these parts (Let's go)
With bricks in a Mit'subishi panel
The hustler instincts that I really channel
Brought me home like Mickey Mantle
Enough cake to blow out fifty candles
I get bricks from a kid named
Fernando that wear Dickies and flannels
(Okay) talkin' numbers, speakin' Espanol
State your name when we meet and
Watch your hands when you greet
The Sopranos
I'm eatin' clams on the beach with
Sandals with a young Tisha Campbell
Wait, that might be a weak example
Dreams of being shackled and
My time bein' ample (Uh, huh)
I caught a body last time I
Gave a fiend a sample
We was young hustlers, baby boy, shavin' raw
In and out of rentals, windows down
With the A-C on
You may be right or you may be wrong
But either way
I'm ridin' wit'chu on your beef
'til the day he gone

I made a lot of money in the driver's seat
(Driver's seat)
No tints, fishbowl, ain't no privacy
(Ain't no privacy)
Thirty round clip on the side of me
(on the side of me)
And the shooter in the passenger
Gon' slide for me (Slide for me)
I made a lot of money in the driver's seat
(Driver's seat)
No tints, fishbowl, ain't no privacy
(Ain't no privacy)
Thirty round clip on the side of me
(On the side of me)
And the shooter in the passenger
Gon' slide for me (Slide for me)

Made a lot of money in the driver's seat
More in the back
Get you wacked for a minor fee
We was movin' China white
Tryna build the dynasty
Rhinos in the forty-five
Line 'em if he lie to me
I line 'em if he lie to you
'Cause we don't give a fuck
'bout what they tryna do
Fishbowl so they can see us
Clearly when we ridin' through
We just need the plug to
Send that motha fuckin'
China throughWe don't really care if it pop
We swing iron too
It's just like the jungle on the block
We got lions too
Young rich niggas gettin' guap
Niggas dyin' too
Get them fuck boys out'cha circle
Switch your diet too
Pressure gon' come, don't let it hurt you
You apply it too
Loud mouths are usually broke
Rich niggas are quiet dudes
I used to be into sellin'
Now I'm in the buyin' mood
Yeah, I made a lot of
Money in the driver's seat
The Social Media took away my privacy

I made a lot of money in the driver's seat
(Driver's seat)
No tints, fishbowl, ain't no privacy
(Ain't no privacy)
Thirty round clip on the side of me
(on the side of me)
And the shooter in the passenger
Gon' slide for me (Slide for me)
I made a lot of money in the driver's seat
(Driver's seat)
No tints, fishbowl, ain't no privacy
(Ain't no privacy)
Thirty round clip on the side of me
(On the side of me)
And the shooter in the passenger
Gon' slide for me (Slide for me)

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