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Dierks Bentley (Dierks Bentley) · Dierks Bentley (Dierks Bentley) · Into the Woods: The Best of Phil Woods (Phil Woods) · Woods Plays Woods (Stefano Bollani) · Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley (Lloyd Banks) · Bentley Rhythm Ace (Bentley Rhythm Ace) · Bentley Rhythm Ace (Bentley Rhythm Ace) · Beamer, Benz, or Bentley (DJ Cover This) · Warm Woods (Phil Woods) · Young Woods (Phil Woods) – and 90 other albums »


[Chorus]
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon b**** the game belong to me 
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by
On the last day of June 1934

Just out of Cambridge in a narrow country lane
A bottle-green Bentley in the driving rain 
Slips and skids round a corner,
Bentley
With the rims you can sit in
Or the Enso with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how
[Chorus]
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon b**** the game belong to me 
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by
a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
favors that's cherry wood on them
Tables them suites they wearing is tailored to gutta it ain't in my nature what I do
Is shit that cost paper look back
and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got
Burn up our door,
Hard wood floor,
Money on the table, 
I'm in my stash house, 
Bricks going in,
Birds going out, 
I stashed a 100 mill,
Off in my
a liter
Talking about I'm sipping lean by the liter
Y'all niggas still sipping margaritas
Y'all niggas don't know what a bando mean
Y'all niggas saying
[Chorus:]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
chewing candy, dammit we was young
And I can still smell the stench of the
Body bag by the project bench
Tyrique and Malik, I ain't seen 'em since
Jamar,
chewing candy, dammit we was young
And I can still smell the stench of the
Body bag by the project bench
Tyrique and Malik, I ain't seen 'em since
Jamar,
Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind
Four doors, leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
And I keep a chrome fo'five
in a frenzy, acting all friendly
Now where’s my umbrella Mr. Bentley?

[Chorus]
Hey hey hey hey hey
Welcome to the lush life
Hey hey hey hey hey
YOUNGBLOODZ (f/ Cutty) LYRICS 

Cadillac Pimpin' 


[Chorus: Cutty]
I'm chillin, wood spinnin
No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin
I'm cruisin, hoes
could be me baby mama
But I'm a chill, I'd rather work wood wheel
And throw them vogues and grills on candy automobiles

I'm still tipping on vogues,
'em up
Got that Avalanche truck alligator in the trunk
Got the snake in the floor of a Bentley HEADS UP
Them white folks coming lil' dady HOLD UP
Shift
Bentley four doors with Madrona on the door
Thats light wood nigga, Polo fuck Hilfiger 
Jammin' Slim Thug, belly fulla of drugs 
Young hard nigga,
eight Bentleys comin' on the lake Sunday
I know you know that's Cash Money Millionaires comin'
We be layin' it down, don't give a fuck, nigga
We're
take in the woods
Thinking whats good, things that I can change I should
Things I can't, need to be understood
Th-this is the bliss, I used to drift from
take in the woods
Thinkin' what's good, things that I can't change I should
Things I can't, need to be understood
Th-this is the bliss, I used
chop shop it
Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw heads
Brought by Je-sus with the grey goose
Famous for The Book of Greed, long nose
King
the haters
From the 'Wood, there is NONE greater
Mack the headliner and why'all are spectators

Remember "Foe Life?"  I put the 'Wood in it
And looked out