BENTLEY COUPE
Yeah
Dreams of owning me a Bentley Coupe
With Panoramic roofs
Yeah I dun drove a few
You throwing shade?
Got salt all over you
Left you behind and threw some salt over my shoulder too
Move like them soldiers do
I stepped up first now they like Nik nobody bold as you?
Nik I swear nobody cold as you
Ain't no applaud for doing wtf we supposed to do
That fuck shit noted too
Lil mama chose our booth
Some shots she stole a few
She roll them blunts I told her roll a few
You came with her?
She actin like she ain't eeen notice you
Got his first bow I been dun sold a few
Making plays a goal or two
Like Messi kick shit golden shoes
Reminiscin' days I was the ref like shit ain't old to you?
Made it to new levels but they still just want the older you
Made it to new levels but they still mad at the older you
Ain't healed from the past they still treat you like you the older you
Power oh yeah more to you
Real Hustla it's onnaflo for you
Sacrificing sleep so they can't do what I afford to do
Sacrificing sleep cause girl I'm damn sure hella sure for you
He don't love you like I do dis shyt down to the core for you
She like I'm a whore for you
Assist me and I'll score for you
This drink I'mma pour for you
On like shot number four for you
Aye,
And I don't fear no man but God
Always kept it real
These niggas fakes, and I don't do facades
Always dreamed of fully autos in a tinted car
And they can't talk to me about standards
When I always raise the bar
When I always play my part
Because I'm always moving smart
My momma told me I was destined from the start
And I dun' came so far from drivin' chevy cars
To swerving in a big body and spittin' heavy bars
And I might paint lil mama face cause I think she a work of art
I send a hoe off on her way like I'm a GPS
I must be a botanist the way I stay with flowers rollin' pack
I went global on these niggas then I put you on the map
I tried to see the good in you but what stood out was what you lack
And I know everything is everything I fall and I bounce back
Don't be blowing up my phone when you know i'm in the trap
Gettin' to the sack since '99 I'm Oakland Raiders Warren Sapp
One thing I know, Two things fasho, won't be a hoe
And that's a fact
Dreams of owning me a Bentley Coupe
With Panoramic roofs
Yeah I dun drove a few
You throwing shade?
Got salt all over you
Left you behind and threw some salt over my shoulder too
Move like them soldiers do
I stepped up first now they like Nik nobody bold as you?
Nik I swear nobody cold as you
Ain't no applaud for doing wtf we supposed to do
That fuck shit noted too
Lil mama chose our booth
Some shots she stole a few
She roll them blunts I told her roll a few
You came with her?
She actin like she ain't eeen notice you
Got his first bow I been dun sold a few
Making plays a goal or two
Like Messi kick shit golden shoes
Reminiscin' days I was the ref like shit ain't old to you?
Made it to new levels but they still just want the older you
Made it to new levels but they still mad at the older you
Ain't healed from the past they still treat you like you the older you
Power oh yeah more to you
Real Hustla it's onnaflo for you
Sacrificing sleep so they can't do what I afford to do
Sacrificing sleep cause girl I'm damn sure hella sure for you
He don't love you like I do dis shyt down to the core for you
She like I'm a whore for you
Assist me and I'll score for you
This drink I'mma pour for you
On like shot number four for you
Aye,
And I don't fear no man but God
Always kept it real
These niggas fakes, and I don't do facades
Always dreamed of fully autos in a tinted car
And they can't talk to me about standards
When I always raise the bar
When I always play my part
Because I'm always moving smart
My momma told me I was destined from the start
And I dun' came so far from drivin' chevy cars
To swerving in a big body and spittin' heavy bars
And I might paint lil mama face cause I think she a work of art
I send a hoe off on her way like I'm a GPS
I must be a botanist the way I stay with flowers rollin' pack
I went global on these niggas then I put you on the map
I tried to see the good in you but what stood out was what you lack
And I know everything is everything I fall and I bounce back
Don't be blowing up my phone when you know i'm in the trap
Gettin' to the sack since '99 I'm Oakland Raiders Warren Sapp
One thing I know, Two things fasho, won't be a hoe
And that's a fact
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Writer(s): Jamie Brown, Joshua Lancaster
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