Matt OX, Na'kel Smith - Tens Into Benjamins lyrics
Matthew Christopher Grau
[Matt OX, Na'kel Smith - Tens Into Benjamins lyrics]
Turn the tens into benjamins
No, we not friends
This is business
I be setting trends
They be looking like "What fit is this?"
Still the same kid from last
Year but now they listenin'
All this drip on me, boy
You know they finna mimic it
A-A-Ay, McCoy
Turn the tens into benjamins
No, we not friends
This is business
I be setting trends
They be looking like "What fit is this?"
Still the same kid from last
Year but now they listenin'
All this drip on me, boy
You know they finna mimic it
And then we talkin' money
I'm tryna know how we gettin' it
Boy, that wave is over
Everybody been forgettin' it
I just stack that dough
Everybody do not look like this
You be at your home, on the couch
Still sittin' in
I see the snakes to cut their face
I was the last up in the Wraith
On they ass, she used to
Chase, now for the bag
They can't relate
I know my mama deserve them bands and
I know my girl deserve a bracelet
I know my dad deserve a Jag or
Somethin' but all I get is hatred
That's why I can't sit here
Complacent, yeah, I'm always workin'
They hatin'
My grandma died, my aunty died
I'm sittin' here worried 'bout
Money I'm makin'
I look in the eyes with devils
Every day and hell nah
I ain't shaken
Because my soul is in the pride
And, yeah, on my life
I gotta make it
Yeah, eyes on the money
Know that I'ma take it
The guapo keep comin' and
They gon' keep hatin'
I'ma stay winnin'
They gon' have to face it
Ten toes down, know the gang ain't changin'
I been going town for town
Been seeing different places
Makin' blue faces
My mama drivin' where the bank is
And I'ma make it work
Til' I'm almost faintin'
My wallet's in the basement
Now I'm money chasin'
Turn the tens into benjamins
No, we not friends
This is business
I be setting trends
They be looking like "What fit is this?"
Still the same kid from last
Year but now they listenin'
All this drip on me, boy
You know they finna mimic it
No, we not friends
This is business
I be setting trends
They be looking like "What fit is this?"
Still the same kid from last
Year but now they listenin'
All this drip on me, boy
You know they finna mimic it
A-A-Ay, McCoy
Turn the tens into benjamins
No, we not friends
This is business
I be setting trends
They be looking like "What fit is this?"
Still the same kid from last
Year but now they listenin'
All this drip on me, boy
You know they finna mimic it
And then we talkin' money
I'm tryna know how we gettin' it
Boy, that wave is over
Everybody been forgettin' it
I just stack that dough
Everybody do not look like this
You be at your home, on the couch
Still sittin' in
I see the snakes to cut their face
I was the last up in the Wraith
On they ass, she used to
Chase, now for the bag
They can't relate
I know my mama deserve them bands and
I know my girl deserve a bracelet
I know my dad deserve a Jag or
Somethin' but all I get is hatred
That's why I can't sit here
Complacent, yeah, I'm always workin'
They hatin'
My grandma died, my aunty died
I'm sittin' here worried 'bout
Money I'm makin'
I look in the eyes with devils
Every day and hell nah
I ain't shaken
Because my soul is in the pride
And, yeah, on my life
I gotta make it
Yeah, eyes on the money
Know that I'ma take it
The guapo keep comin' and
They gon' keep hatin'
I'ma stay winnin'
They gon' have to face it
Ten toes down, know the gang ain't changin'
I been going town for town
Been seeing different places
Makin' blue faces
My mama drivin' where the bank is
And I'ma make it work
Til' I'm almost faintin'
My wallet's in the basement
Now I'm money chasin'
Turn the tens into benjamins
No, we not friends
This is business
I be setting trends
They be looking like "What fit is this?"
Still the same kid from last
Year but now they listenin'
All this drip on me, boy
You know they finna mimic it