Houdini
Yeah, yeah, what, what, what
Bread gang
R.B.E Benji
The pack it disappear, houdini I'm about my fettuccine
Designer foods, I eat linguine
Just cashed out on Some Buscemi cruising' round
All in my beamer, don't get wet up, Aquafina
Tommy Hills, hold up my Nina
Turn that bitch to a believer
The pack it disappear, houdini I'm about my fettuccine
Designer foods, I eat linguine
Just cashed out on Some Buscemi cruising round
All in my beamer, don't get wet up, Aquafina
Tommy Hills, hold up my Nina
Turn that bitch to a believer
I turn that bitch to a believer
Don't trust no soul, you know that Benji keep his heater
Don't love, no ho, cause bitches, they all fucking cheaters
Like fuck these hoes, cause Benji, he don't fucking need her
Foreign cars, I don't ride Steamers, pull up bad bitch Mona Lisa
Hey, I'm Benji, nice to meet you
You a badass, Mama cita
Chasing' money like a cheetah
Smoking dope, my odor reefer
Take ya bitch, but I won't beat her
I'ma hit it, then I'll leave her
The pack it disappear, houdini I'm about my fettuccine
Designer foods, I eat linguine
Just cashed out on Some Buscemi cruising round
All in my beamer, don't get wet up, Aquafina
Tommy Hills, hold up my Nina
Turn that bitch to a believer
The pack it disappear, houdini I'm about my fettuccine
Designer foods, I eat linguine
Just cashed out on Some Buscemi cruising round
All in my beamer, don't get wet up, Aquafina
Tommy Hills, hold up my Nina
Turn that bitch to a believer
Bread gang
R.B.E Benji
The pack it disappear, houdini I'm about my fettuccine
Designer foods, I eat linguine
Just cashed out on Some Buscemi cruising' round
All in my beamer, don't get wet up, Aquafina
Tommy Hills, hold up my Nina
Turn that bitch to a believer
The pack it disappear, houdini I'm about my fettuccine
Designer foods, I eat linguine
Just cashed out on Some Buscemi cruising round
All in my beamer, don't get wet up, Aquafina
Tommy Hills, hold up my Nina
Turn that bitch to a believer
I turn that bitch to a believer
Don't trust no soul, you know that Benji keep his heater
Don't love, no ho, cause bitches, they all fucking cheaters
Like fuck these hoes, cause Benji, he don't fucking need her
Foreign cars, I don't ride Steamers, pull up bad bitch Mona Lisa
Hey, I'm Benji, nice to meet you
You a badass, Mama cita
Chasing' money like a cheetah
Smoking dope, my odor reefer
Take ya bitch, but I won't beat her
I'ma hit it, then I'll leave her
The pack it disappear, houdini I'm about my fettuccine
Designer foods, I eat linguine
Just cashed out on Some Buscemi cruising round
All in my beamer, don't get wet up, Aquafina
Tommy Hills, hold up my Nina
Turn that bitch to a believer
The pack it disappear, houdini I'm about my fettuccine
Designer foods, I eat linguine
Just cashed out on Some Buscemi cruising round
All in my beamer, don't get wet up, Aquafina
Tommy Hills, hold up my Nina
Turn that bitch to a believer
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Writer(s): Darryl Raiford
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