Token, Benny the Butcher - Amsterdam lyrics
Token [Benjamin Goldberg]
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Token, Benny the Butcher - Amsterdam lyrics]
Seven deep in Amsterdam
I gave that girl ego without
Her askin' for it
Brand that bitch with two Italian
Logos now she fashion forward (yeah)
She say she wanna get high but she
Can't find the bag she portioned
This is why my past's important I know
How to get that gas imported
My room ain’t ready so I bathroom floored it
Peeked under the stalls, they all was empty
Bent her by the toilets (Toilets)
Her friend got an app idea
Bitch think she Jack Dorsey
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just gotta get the patent right
I tell her say "Congrats" for mе
It ain't cool to be the
One your homiеs gotta watch
But I been operatin' there since all
Them bottles made her scared soda water
Chase it down 'til all 'em
Rounds taste like air
You stack the glasses I was off
It's 'bout the size of baby chair (Uh, huh)
Guap protected with barbed wire
Like it's holocaust gates in there
My baby prepared the juicy pink like
When my Tomahawk steak is rare
She not Islam, don't say them prayers
But it's always like it's Ramadan
The way she cares to fast to keep her body
Small and weight prepared
Sweat swinging off them bitches
Out the drop top (yeah)
Slur swinging out the homies after shot, shot
(yeah) champagne will put her pussy
On the wanted list
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
I don't invite my OG to the
Parties I throw at the crib
I don't need the backlash, she's back
And when he ask about the
Night I just recap it (I got you)
Before publishin'
Hustlin' was still a me habit
All that cash into my mattress
Practically had my sheets braggin' (Uh)
Switched the narrative from a kid
Tryin' to get famous
To a kid high with temptation with
A disguise on his anguish
White skin turn red inside of his basement
Life is heating up
I got a big gripe if you in the way of it
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sweat swinging off them bitches
Out the drop top (yeah)
Slur swinging out the homies after shot, shot
(The Butcher coming nigga! Brr)
Champagne will put her pussy
On the wanted list (Brr, brr)
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Yeah, you worth the jewels
Your family hand you (Right)
My sanity handled it all i gambled and lost
Dealing with hoes I don't care to involve
(Right)
I'm on satin Alexander decor, inside a Benz
AMG mats layin' on the floor when
The camera pan through the doors
(That's right)
Life's a bitch and through these glasses
I see a scandalous whore (Bitch)
In business meetings
Using tactics that's only standard for war
Could it be magic behind pianos
Hear Barry Manolo’s voice
I got Tony Montana's force
That's on Tony Sopranos' corpse
Don't trust chicks, they heartless
Just give 'em dick and problems
You buy 'em gifts and chocolates
Then give 'em quick responses (Uh, uh)
Shit been rotten 'round here since
Harriet was pickin' cotton
Soon as you get rich
The IRS come pick your pockets (Damn)
In the trial
Judge told him he don't deserve to be free
(That's fucked up)
If he not already a killer
Then he gon' certainly be
Up the road, not up for parole 'til 2033
Sharp his razor, watchin' reruns
On a blurry TV, ah
Sweat swinging off them bitches
Out the drop top (yeah)
Slur swinging out the homies after shot, shot
(yeah) champagne will put her pussy
On the wanted list (yeah)
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Start shit, you want me to start shit
So start it then you ugly ass bitch
I gave that girl ego without
Her askin' for it
Brand that bitch with two Italian
Logos now she fashion forward (yeah)
She say she wanna get high but she
Can't find the bag she portioned
This is why my past's important I know
How to get that gas imported
My room ain’t ready so I bathroom floored it
Peeked under the stalls, they all was empty
Bent her by the toilets (Toilets)
Her friend got an app idea
Bitch think she Jack Dorsey
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just gotta get the patent right
I tell her say "Congrats" for mе
It ain't cool to be the
One your homiеs gotta watch
But I been operatin' there since all
Them bottles made her scared soda water
Chase it down 'til all 'em
Rounds taste like air
You stack the glasses I was off
It's 'bout the size of baby chair (Uh, huh)
Guap protected with barbed wire
Like it's holocaust gates in there
My baby prepared the juicy pink like
When my Tomahawk steak is rare
She not Islam, don't say them prayers
But it's always like it's Ramadan
The way she cares to fast to keep her body
Small and weight prepared
Sweat swinging off them bitches
Out the drop top (yeah)
Slur swinging out the homies after shot, shot
(yeah) champagne will put her pussy
On the wanted list
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
I don't invite my OG to the
Parties I throw at the crib
I don't need the backlash, she's back
And when he ask about the
Night I just recap it (I got you)
Before publishin'
Hustlin' was still a me habit
All that cash into my mattress
Practically had my sheets braggin' (Uh)
Switched the narrative from a kid
Tryin' to get famous
To a kid high with temptation with
A disguise on his anguish
White skin turn red inside of his basement
Life is heating up
I got a big gripe if you in the way of it
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sweat swinging off them bitches
Out the drop top (yeah)
Slur swinging out the homies after shot, shot
(The Butcher coming nigga! Brr)
Champagne will put her pussy
On the wanted list (Brr, brr)
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Yeah, you worth the jewels
Your family hand you (Right)
My sanity handled it all i gambled and lost
Dealing with hoes I don't care to involve
(Right)
I'm on satin Alexander decor, inside a Benz
AMG mats layin' on the floor when
The camera pan through the doors
(That's right)
Life's a bitch and through these glasses
I see a scandalous whore (Bitch)
In business meetings
Using tactics that's only standard for war
Could it be magic behind pianos
Hear Barry Manolo’s voice
I got Tony Montana's force
That's on Tony Sopranos' corpse
Don't trust chicks, they heartless
Just give 'em dick and problems
You buy 'em gifts and chocolates
Then give 'em quick responses (Uh, uh)
Shit been rotten 'round here since
Harriet was pickin' cotton
Soon as you get rich
The IRS come pick your pockets (Damn)
In the trial
Judge told him he don't deserve to be free
(That's fucked up)
If he not already a killer
Then he gon' certainly be
Up the road, not up for parole 'til 2033
Sharp his razor, watchin' reruns
On a blurry TV, ah
Sweat swinging off them bitches
Out the drop top (yeah)
Slur swinging out the homies after shot, shot
(yeah) champagne will put her pussy
On the wanted list (yeah)
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Start shit, you want me to start shit
So start it then you ugly ass bitch