Benji
Walk in the party I'm smelling like gas
Bad Puerto Rican, she shaking her ass
Get to the money too fast
They know young Julio stay with the cash
Thug ass nigga won't bring up a body, don't mention a body!
Get hit in your body
Back in the cruiser with hand cuffs around me
I know why they laughing it's cause they done caught me
So many police be after my niggas we bringing a wave bigger than a tsunami
Rocking designer I flooded myself with them rocks
Flexing as soon as I walk in
Act like a killer it's gon' be your ass getting dropped
Told my lil brother to stomp 'em
But Ima hop out and double back just for that bitch
After that he won't be talking
Damn guess you ain't seen that coming
Show up to the scene got your whole clique running
Thumbing through racks with my twin
Cutthroat niggas going straight for the win
Do what I want live a life full of sin
My best friend is a dead president
Benjamin Franklin
Taking hella cash to the bank bitch
Your ass broke as hell why you hating
Man, these niggas bitches stop complaining
I stayed patient
Steady waiting
We was poor and didn't even have no pavement
It's amazing
And it's crazy
That all think I think about is how I'm gonna make it
I could make a band and come back another day
Never stopping until I go to my grave
He can say what he want we gon' slide to your block
And put you back in your place
Ima hop on his track but he got to pay
I was hiding my drugs where my momma stay
If you want smoke then let's do it, I'm dragging you deep
Can't dive in this water
Ima wake up and roll up a blunt, not wasting no time
Every day I go harder
Young hustler with a bright mind passed down through my blood
I'm just like my father
These crackers be talking real crazy why they acting like I won't fuck on they daughter
Slipping and sliding I'm grabbing her waist, that pussy I slaughtered
Damn guess you ain't seen that coming
Show up to the scene got your whole clique running
Thumbing through racks with my twin
Cutthroat niggas going straight for the win
Do what I want live a life full of sin
My best friend is a dead president
Benjamin Franklin
Taking hella cash to the bank bitch
Your ass broke as hell why you hating
Man, these niggas bitches stop complaining
Bad Puerto Rican, she shaking her ass
Get to the money too fast
They know young Julio stay with the cash
Thug ass nigga won't bring up a body, don't mention a body!
Get hit in your body
Back in the cruiser with hand cuffs around me
I know why they laughing it's cause they done caught me
So many police be after my niggas we bringing a wave bigger than a tsunami
Rocking designer I flooded myself with them rocks
Flexing as soon as I walk in
Act like a killer it's gon' be your ass getting dropped
Told my lil brother to stomp 'em
But Ima hop out and double back just for that bitch
After that he won't be talking
Damn guess you ain't seen that coming
Show up to the scene got your whole clique running
Thumbing through racks with my twin
Cutthroat niggas going straight for the win
Do what I want live a life full of sin
My best friend is a dead president
Benjamin Franklin
Taking hella cash to the bank bitch
Your ass broke as hell why you hating
Man, these niggas bitches stop complaining
I stayed patient
Steady waiting
We was poor and didn't even have no pavement
It's amazing
And it's crazy
That all think I think about is how I'm gonna make it
I could make a band and come back another day
Never stopping until I go to my grave
He can say what he want we gon' slide to your block
And put you back in your place
Ima hop on his track but he got to pay
I was hiding my drugs where my momma stay
If you want smoke then let's do it, I'm dragging you deep
Can't dive in this water
Ima wake up and roll up a blunt, not wasting no time
Every day I go harder
Young hustler with a bright mind passed down through my blood
I'm just like my father
These crackers be talking real crazy why they acting like I won't fuck on they daughter
Slipping and sliding I'm grabbing her waist, that pussy I slaughtered
Damn guess you ain't seen that coming
Show up to the scene got your whole clique running
Thumbing through racks with my twin
Cutthroat niggas going straight for the win
Do what I want live a life full of sin
My best friend is a dead president
Benjamin Franklin
Taking hella cash to the bank bitch
Your ass broke as hell why you hating
Man, these niggas bitches stop complaining
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Writer(s): Juju Mwakabuta
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