Yankee Candles & Colonge

Aye, aye
Aye real nigga speaking, aye turn up the volume
AP, E, Mont what up?
Aye, aye, aye

Staying lowkey to myself, cause you already know how these niggas get
My phone stay on DND, she stay bitchin', and crying and throwing a fit
I'm bout to go hit the dealership, and tell them " I need a new whip"
I'm rolling around in this money, I'm stacking it high, and I'm makin' it flip
Yankee Candles & Cologne, I walk through the door, man you smell what I'm on
Quick to cut a bitch off, and tell her kick rocks, and tell her begone
She keep hitting my phone, cause in reality, can't leave me alone
I'm tryin' to get this money, and these niggas? They tryin' get known

My life a work of art, a beautiful canvas that I had created
She said my dick like a drug, right after it always gone have her sedated
She loving my sound, and cadence
Benji my brother, but we ain't related, In my head I already made it
Put me to the test, you know Ima ace it
Did what I did, and I cannot erase it
Dodging this bullshit, like this was the matrix
Hop in that whip, I don't drive it, I race it
I'm on the freeway, she begging to taste it
This shit a drug, and you know Ima lace it
Run that bag back, like I play for the Ravens
This a marathon, you know Ima pace it
Real as they come, and you know I can't fake it

Staying lowkey to myself, cause you already know how these niggas get
My phone stay on DND, she stay bitchin', and crying and throwing a fit
I'm bout to go hit the dealership, and tell them " I need a new whip"
I'm rolling around in this money, I'm stacking it high, and I'm makin' it flip
Yankee Candles & Cologne, I walk through the door, man you smell what I'm on
Quick to cut a bitch off, and tell her kick rocks, and tell her begone
She keep hitting my phone, cause in reality, can't leave me alone
I'm tryin' to get this money, and these niggas? They tryin' get known