Bentley Coupe (feat. Dreko)
I can't go back to that life cause I already got a check
We gon' bat him like the mets and then we hit him with the tec
I can't go back to that life cause I already am the best
I got my baguetties on neck and you already know the rest
Bentley coupe
(Bentley coupe)
Remove the roof
(Remove the roof)
Speed racing
Bag chasing
Shooting out the roof
To tell the truth
(Tell the truth)
Not smoking boof
Smoke exotic out the pack to get a boost
I been out my mind smoke so much I'm going blind
Thought you were ride or die then you stabbed me from behind
I know I only pay attention when I'm getting high
I know you only pay attention when I'm doing fine
Fakest thing you said to me was that we ride or die
Take a look around we both know that that was a lie
When I'm going down you come up stab me in the back
When I'm going up you try to come back now you can't
Realest thing you said to me without you I'll be fine
I'm really glad you left no more wasting time
I hop up in the coupe
I'm chasing dollar signs
Bad bitch want Lil Dreko
I tol' her fall in line
I spark a side by side
Just to pass the time
And I don't want that bitch cause she ain't a dime
But I might want her friend cause she kinda fine
My jeans match my stick they both number 9
My number 666
Call my phone hit my line
I'm getting rich rich rich
Money my mind all the time
And I'm getting high
Out my fucking mind
I'm off that Molly Percocet
Hella drugs I love that X
We gon' bat him like the mets and then we hit him with the tec
I can't go back to that life cause I already am the best
I got my baguetties on neck and you already know the rest
Bentley coupe
(Bentley coupe)
Remove the roof
(Remove the roof)
Speed racing
Bag chasing
Shooting out the roof
To tell the truth
(Tell the truth)
Not smoking boof
Smoke exotic out the pack to get a boost
I been out my mind smoke so much I'm going blind
Thought you were ride or die then you stabbed me from behind
I know I only pay attention when I'm getting high
I know you only pay attention when I'm doing fine
Fakest thing you said to me was that we ride or die
Take a look around we both know that that was a lie
When I'm going down you come up stab me in the back
When I'm going up you try to come back now you can't
Realest thing you said to me without you I'll be fine
I'm really glad you left no more wasting time
I hop up in the coupe
I'm chasing dollar signs
Bad bitch want Lil Dreko
I tol' her fall in line
I spark a side by side
Just to pass the time
And I don't want that bitch cause she ain't a dime
But I might want her friend cause she kinda fine
My jeans match my stick they both number 9
My number 666
Call my phone hit my line
I'm getting rich rich rich
Money my mind all the time
And I'm getting high
Out my fucking mind
I'm off that Molly Percocet
Hella drugs I love that X
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Thomes
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