Benjis, Pt. 2
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada all in my closet
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada all in my closet
I don't want the fame bitch i want them deposits
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
Been fucked your baby mama cause she know a nigga poppin
Stop it bitch i'm the only one ain't no comparison
Niggas tryna copy man this shitt gettin embarrassing
These niggas be my sons so i guess they did inherit
I'm the reason niggas eating i just call that good parenting
I'm posted on the block with 2 9s like jae crowder
Better hope you don't run into my brothers cause they wilder
They love to pop off and pop shots at the opps
It give me chills the way they smile when a nigga body drop
Bitch i'm hotter than a car in arizona with no ac
Bitches sliding in my dms say they wanna have my baby
And i got these niggas mad cause they babymama pay me
I'm giving more shots than a bar you tryna play me
I been told you i'm the shitt and you knew that
This nigga trippin bout a bop bitch we don't do that
I said i need them benjis, strips, uchies, commas
I'm fly ass nigga still poppin my collar
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada all in my closet
I don't want the fame bitch i want them deposits
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
Been fucked your baby mama cause she know a nigga poppin
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada all in my closet
I don't want the fame bitch i want them deposits
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
Been fucked your baby mama cause she know a nigga poppin
Niggas talkin like they demons, Real life be a angel
I'm a god in these streets i be handing out the halos
Big chop put a hole in a nigga like a bagel
Now the doctors calling family members saying he unstable
Bitch i got the sauce i can serve it on a ladle
All these chains all these whips they be thinking that i'm django
Ain't tryna hear the bullshit they speaking at the label
And if they ain't talking M's then that deal off the table
You forgot who i was bitch i been that
I'm fit for this shitt like a nigga with a 6 pack
Get back, speaking on my name get ya shitt clapped
In other words his body gon be swimming where the fish at
Ooh bitch i'm the shitt
I'm a P don't you ever get to thinking ima trick
And you gotta pay a band just for me to give you dick
Keep it solid lil bitch you play me and ima trip
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada all in my closet
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
Gucci, Louis, Wendi, Prada all in my closet
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada all in my closet
I don't want the fame bitch i want them deposits
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
Been fucked your baby mama cause she know a nigga poppin
Stop it bitch i'm the only one ain't no comparison
Niggas tryna copy man this shitt gettin embarrassing
These niggas be my sons so i guess they did inherit
I'm the reason niggas eating i just call that good parenting
I'm posted on the block with 2 9s like jae crowder
Better hope you don't run into my brothers cause they wilder
They love to pop off and pop shots at the opps
It give me chills the way they smile when a nigga body drop
Bitch i'm hotter than a car in arizona with no ac
Bitches sliding in my dms say they wanna have my baby
And i got these niggas mad cause they babymama pay me
I'm giving more shots than a bar you tryna play me
I been told you i'm the shitt and you knew that
This nigga trippin bout a bop bitch we don't do that
I said i need them benjis, strips, uchies, commas
I'm fly ass nigga still poppin my collar
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada all in my closet
I don't want the fame bitch i want them deposits
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
Been fucked your baby mama cause she know a nigga poppin
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada all in my closet
I don't want the fame bitch i want them deposits
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
Been fucked your baby mama cause she know a nigga poppin
Niggas talkin like they demons, Real life be a angel
I'm a god in these streets i be handing out the halos
Big chop put a hole in a nigga like a bagel
Now the doctors calling family members saying he unstable
Bitch i got the sauce i can serve it on a ladle
All these chains all these whips they be thinking that i'm django
Ain't tryna hear the bullshit they speaking at the label
And if they ain't talking M's then that deal off the table
You forgot who i was bitch i been that
I'm fit for this shitt like a nigga with a 6 pack
Get back, speaking on my name get ya shitt clapped
In other words his body gon be swimming where the fish at
Ooh bitch i'm the shitt
I'm a P don't you ever get to thinking ima trick
And you gotta pay a band just for me to give you dick
Keep it solid lil bitch you play me and ima trip
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada all in my closet
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
Gucci, Louis, Wendi, Prada all in my closet
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
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Writer(s): Damarian Smith
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