Maybach Anthem

I want a benz
For my mama and her friends
Maychach wit curtain
V12 engine, every race they she gone win
Express lane get in
Vlone Forgi's
Blew a bag on her rims
Paparazzi got the lens
Chauffeur drivin, and my show start about ten
Nigga hurry up then

Tell the chauffeur hurry up to my show
Micro in the cut, he bouta unload
If you wanna fight he upping that pole
He bouta sneak you then snatch on yo soul
You gon meet the reaper, you won't make it home
Greenlight, all my niggas on go
Just cause you ain't a opp don't mean you my bro
I'm trynna change the world
And get some dough
End world hunger then get some hoes
Have Obama pullin up to my show
Secret service posted in the front row
Sweartagawd yo bitch loving my fro
My mama benz bouta be bouta all black
Carbon fiber details,
But the inside crack
All white, if they get it wrong ima take it back
Call the chauffeur up need to stop at saks 5th
Mama growin up didn't have shit
She ain't about the talk all action
Got it out the mud and it made it happen
Never even caught her slacking
That's why I keep on rapping
Cause she will not go through that again
You got 5 niggas I'll smack 6
You is not a thug, you a actress
You getting all tense, relax kid
You thought I wouldn't make it
And you mad that I did
If shorty want the d then i'm stabbing her ribs
Make her eat a plan B, cause she ain't havin my kids

I want a benz
For my mama and her friends
Maychach wit curtain
V12 en-gine, every race they she gon win
Express lane get in
Vlone Forgi's
Blew a bag on her rims
Paparazzi got the lens
Chauffeur drivin, and my show start about ten
Nigga hurry up then

If she got ass then put that in my hand
Yo bitch is a trick just like alakazam
I know y'all together i don't give i don't give
Forget who I was you know I am!
Catch you in the office like you jim & pam
She wanna link, but i'm not really feelin her
Her pussy gushing i'm not even feelin her
She drop the pin, i pull up and i'm drilling her
She beggin for mercy, the dick it be killin her
Cause her ex nigga was hittin it pitiful
If we pull up his condition is critical
We is not friends, i'll pull up and i'll shit on you
Beat yo ass up, when i'm done i'm gon spit on you
Sniffing my scent yeah she like my cologne
She told me come thru cause her daddy ain't home
I rap too aggressive, not watching my tone
If it's not bouta bag then just leave me alone
I block all these hoes, they banging my phone
She call me a dog, but she beg for the bone
Giving me brain, she love giving me dome
Come from the daygo, you know it's young Tango
I'm building these bricks like some legos
You niggas some squares like a mf eggo
I'm sippin a fanta, i'm sippin a faygo
Mac in the back and i gone off the perc
Talk shit on the gang, put you on a shirt
Hit you in the heart
Hit you where it hurt
Put you 6 feet
We put you in the dirt
You niggas come last
You know i'm in first
If he want the smoke
We that boy in a hearse
Bitch you a boy
Get in the studio just makin noise
You focused on bitches, i'm focused on racks
Straight off the top, bitch in sharp as a tack
You not my nigga, won't give you no dap
Hated my job, so i turned to the trap
Don't call my phone, bitch i'm trynna rap
Bought my first bag and i doubled it bac
This shit knock u out, have u takin a nap
You ain't got no stick
If you do it don't clap
Yo bitch hit my phone, she breaking her back
She love my dick and she need it like crack

I want a benz
For my mama and her friends
Maychach wit curtain
V12 en-gine, every race they she gon win
express lane get in
Vlone Forgi's
Blew a bag on her rims
Pappparazi got the lens
Chauffeur drivin, and my show start about ten
Nigga hurry up then