Millyz, Benny the Butcher - Benny Blanco lyrics
Millyz [Miles Hadley] Cambridge, Massachusetts. U.S. 🇺🇸
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Millyz, Benny the Butcher - Benny Blanco lyrics]
Okay yeah, I see what we doin'
Don't even worry about it man of my word
Look
Shit goin' wrong but I try
Not to be pessimistic (I try)
They gettin' rich on OnlyFans
I might invest in bitches (Woo)
If she keep it ten toes
She get a necklace gifted
Head doctor would of thought I
Got her neck perscripted (Prescribed)
These suckers wanna live my life
But they ain't never risk it
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
And you ain't never lift it (At all)
You started thuggin' when thеy let
You in this record business
I grеw up druggin'
Started rappin' then I left the business
Repetitious how my youngin's keep
On spinnin' back (They just keep spinnin')
'Cause we don't hold grudges
We remember facts
Ain't into cap, this new era is corny
I flirt with death 'cause life a bitch
And it keep gettin' her horny
We mix these hundreds with these fifties
Had a revenue orgy
Major labels reachin' out but they
Could never afford me (Not me)
I got sneaker box money
Flight Club in my closet
Independent powerhouse with a hustler's logic
(Blanco)
Wet him up, I bet he run like a faucet
Diamonds drippin'
Pipes burst before we take any losses
My wrist could turn a hater's stomach
VVs be makin' him nauseous
Make-believe bosses don't know the
Feelin' racin' these Porches
I be with cocaina traffickers
Santeria practicers
The baddest hoes attach 'em to
My dick like a catheter
Kush the color lavender
Passenger in the Bentley peelin'
Old hoes gossipin' like Wendy Williams, shit
I'm chillin'
Talk your shit, my boy
You know I'm fuckin' with you
The Butcher comin', nigga
Look how you gon' relate to us
If you don't know hunger? (Huh?)
In 2005, we robbed shit the whole summer
(Me and City Boy) now my safe filled with
Cobwebs and old hundreds (Old hundreds)
I just got offered a record
Deal and don't want it (Uh, uh)
Y'all follow all the lit trends
I'm winter vacationin' with my rich friends
They slam doors in my face then I slipped in
(Sorry) they hatin' on your dawg
They family pics I used to
Hang above the star turned
To a brick worth of paintings on the wall
(Woo) , it's money
You know how to persuade me
I'm what these Presidents made me
Have a son with my lady and
Let the plug name the baby (Ha ha ha)
Bein' okay is cool but great
How they gon' rate me
Kurt Warner got a ring but
Who wouldn't rather be Brady? (Who?)
Yeah, the word travel when
Street niggas turn fragile
Dirt nap you or help you get
Rich and throw work at you
(What it's gon be?)
Coolin', not tryna get niggas wet up
I birdbath you
The crib got six figures stashed
In the third bathroom, yeah
If you don't do nothin' else
Just believe these quotes
(Believe this shit)
These rules you could live by
Not just some things rewrote
Give 'em game, not money
That's how they see you the dough
'Cause you could give 'em money to
Eat but next week he's broke (Damn)
Uh huh you can't treat these niggas
How they treat you, they beneath you
Take off on them when they
Start to feel equal
Dark liquor in them nights in
The trenches made me evil
Empty shells on the ground next
To empty bottles of Clicquot the Butcher
Don't even worry about it man of my word
Look
Shit goin' wrong but I try
Not to be pessimistic (I try)
They gettin' rich on OnlyFans
I might invest in bitches (Woo)
If she keep it ten toes
She get a necklace gifted
Head doctor would of thought I
Got her neck perscripted (Prescribed)
These suckers wanna live my life
But they ain't never risk it
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
And you ain't never lift it (At all)
You started thuggin' when thеy let
You in this record business
I grеw up druggin'
Started rappin' then I left the business
Repetitious how my youngin's keep
On spinnin' back (They just keep spinnin')
'Cause we don't hold grudges
We remember facts
Ain't into cap, this new era is corny
I flirt with death 'cause life a bitch
And it keep gettin' her horny
We mix these hundreds with these fifties
Had a revenue orgy
Major labels reachin' out but they
Could never afford me (Not me)
I got sneaker box money
Flight Club in my closet
Independent powerhouse with a hustler's logic
(Blanco)
Wet him up, I bet he run like a faucet
Diamonds drippin'
Pipes burst before we take any losses
My wrist could turn a hater's stomach
VVs be makin' him nauseous
Make-believe bosses don't know the
Feelin' racin' these Porches
I be with cocaina traffickers
Santeria practicers
The baddest hoes attach 'em to
My dick like a catheter
Kush the color lavender
Passenger in the Bentley peelin'
Old hoes gossipin' like Wendy Williams, shit
I'm chillin'
Talk your shit, my boy
You know I'm fuckin' with you
The Butcher comin', nigga
Look how you gon' relate to us
If you don't know hunger? (Huh?)
In 2005, we robbed shit the whole summer
(Me and City Boy) now my safe filled with
Cobwebs and old hundreds (Old hundreds)
I just got offered a record
Deal and don't want it (Uh, uh)
Y'all follow all the lit trends
I'm winter vacationin' with my rich friends
They slam doors in my face then I slipped in
(Sorry) they hatin' on your dawg
They family pics I used to
Hang above the star turned
To a brick worth of paintings on the wall
(Woo) , it's money
You know how to persuade me
I'm what these Presidents made me
Have a son with my lady and
Let the plug name the baby (Ha ha ha)
Bein' okay is cool but great
How they gon' rate me
Kurt Warner got a ring but
Who wouldn't rather be Brady? (Who?)
Yeah, the word travel when
Street niggas turn fragile
Dirt nap you or help you get
Rich and throw work at you
(What it's gon be?)
Coolin', not tryna get niggas wet up
I birdbath you
The crib got six figures stashed
In the third bathroom, yeah
If you don't do nothin' else
Just believe these quotes
(Believe this shit)
These rules you could live by
Not just some things rewrote
Give 'em game, not money
That's how they see you the dough
'Cause you could give 'em money to
Eat but next week he's broke (Damn)
Uh huh you can't treat these niggas
How they treat you, they beneath you
Take off on them when they
Start to feel equal
Dark liquor in them nights in
The trenches made me evil
Empty shells on the ground next
To empty bottles of Clicquot the Butcher