Benjamin Franklins (feat. Tek-Rell)

Don't got time to talk it's bread on the line
Benjamin Franklins all on my mind
Don't hit my phone it ain't bout Dollar Signs
I'm getting this money I swear I ain't lying'
I be doing the dash I swear I be flyin'
Bro popped a perk he feel like he dying'
Boy don't get hurt your mom gon' be cryin'
Ambulance slidin, then homicide
Don't got time to talk it's bread on the line
Benjamin Franklins all on my mind
Don't hit my phone it ain't bout Dollar Signs
I'm getting this money I swear I ain't lying'
I be doing the dash I swear I be flyin'
Bro popped a perk he feel like he dying'
Boy don't get hurt your mom gon' be cryin'
Ambulance slidin, then homicide

Gotta get money then go get some mo
So don't call my line if it ain't bout some dough
Run up the commas cause I can't be broke
Shawty blowin' my line up can't pick up the phone
Swervin' them lanes I ain't mission' no plays
Still clockin' in I ain't missing no days
Bitch I'm tryna get rich I ain't slept in four days
When I'm on top they'll remember my name
Damn, I just seen twelve and I ran
Damn, bro in the back wit' the slam
Damn, I got the pack and the xans my nigga I cannot get locked in the jam
Nigga try to plot I put him on the spot Brodie got a new Glock it was only a band
Just want the top I get money a lot don't got time to be fuckin' I'm chasin' them bands

Don't got time to talk it's bread on the line
Benjamin Franklins all on my mind
Don't hit my phone it ain't bout Dollar Signs
I'm getting this money I swear I ain't lying'
I be doing the dash I swear I be flyin'
Bro popped a perk he feel like he dying'
Boy don't get hurt your mom gon' be cryin'
Ambulance slidin, then homicide
Don't got time to talk it's bread on the line
Benjamin Franklins all on my mind
Don't hit my phone it ain't bout Dollar Signs
I'm getting this money I swear I ain't lying'
I be doing the dash I swear I be flyin'
Bro popped a perk he feel like he dying'
Boy don't get hurt your mom gon' be cryin'
Ambulance slidin, then homicide

When I come through some niggas gon' dip
You not who I'm after so don't even trip
The money you make be crumbs you niggas is dumb
Before you make a dollar make sense
You ain't gettin' money if you don't know how to flip
Money so blue look like I'm banking wit Crips
Opps really think I'm a pimp
She on who dick?
Man I don't even want your bitch
Just a hood nigga that's just tryna make it
Life showed me that I had to go take it
Two guns up I ain't tryna be famous
I'm the king of the jungle so I gotta stay dangerous
They remember me robbin' on a regular basis
Breaking through windows and climbing through basements
Nigga what's yours is mine
I'm tryna survive and thrive 'til my live is amazing
T, I'm terrorizing the streets
I'm on your ass if you flippin' them keys
E, All of my niggas gon eat
Gotta get money look out for the team
K, you niggas better not play
Kill that nigga if he get in my way
Rell, I don't get heaven on earth
Nigga I'm finna raise hell

Don't got time to talk it's bread on the line
Benjamin Franklins all on my mind
Don't hit my phone it ain't bout Dollar Signs
I'm getting this money I swear I ain't lyin
I be doing the dash I swear I be flyin'
Bro popped a perk he feel like he dyin
Boy don't get hurt your mom gon' be cryin
Ambulance slidin, then homicide
Benjamin franklins all on my mind
Gettin' this money I swear I ain't Lyin
Doin' the dash I swear I be flyin'
Bro popped a perk he feel like he dyin



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Writer(s): Tyrique Nichols
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