Lyrics:
Ayo, I mob how I mob, yeah, I'm hood with it
Fifth of Patron in the Bentley, yeah, I'm good with it
Everything Suge with it, I'm a boss like that
Pull up and walk in the spot and we dead em'
Pull up and hop out the car we not friendly
I know sum trench boys throwin up bentley
Talk from
tonight
Antiseptics on deck, I got every type (yeah)
I throw on my tux, then I (yeah) give zero fucks, then I (yeah)
Act like a jockstrap (uh), cup my
an actor
Fifty shows, I'm an actor
A hundred grand show, that's after
Fucking bitches in the ass, whodie
I'ma show you about the ho, whodie
Five bitches
the boy from eating biscuits in a Bentley
Country rap tunes, I assume you're unfamiliar
Three things matter, God, music, and familia
Everything remaining
sexy"
I'm rocking Epitome, this not Balenci
She put that shit on, mixed the Prada with Fendi
She a boss lil bitch, pulled up in a Bentley
I only Fear God
to feds coz he scared he with five 0
Then he talk shit tryna hide tryna lay low
Always been booming now they callin me young metro
Milly rock on the block I
I do it right
"Jumbo, Jumbo", they cry on the block.
5.0, 5.0, lay low, here comes the cops
Man, your lifestyle is petro
On your knees again, because
this and gave no cares (not one)
Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song
Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8
Think I'm great, think y'all late
That's okay
to myself
Ready? I'm no beginner
We'll never run out of health
Level up by the second 'cause
So much damage is dealt no doubt
I'll be the greatest trainer
I care about
Puttin' my mom in a mansion
Ride in the hills got her dancin'
Used to pull up in a Camry
Now I pull up in a Bentley
All black with some
heart's getting damaged
By you and I love this
Three hours till morning
I know you are not coming
Five AM, in the studio
My heart below zero
I can't quit
Banana, pajama, I steer clear of marijuana
I used to play piano and then I started to sing
But fuck an opera class, that just wasn't my thing
Wear my $5 Tan
it
Been on a hunting binge for Benjamin’s
I switch my gear from 1st to 5th that mean I go 0 to 100 quicc
Do big shit without the stench
Hittin liccs
from the 6th to the 5th
And I ain't get no fuck, my nigga, you can know how it is
After all that fucking talking, niggas don't really wanna talk
Tell me
I done see that casa turn a bad bih to a demon
This niggas Naz off a erc and he just keep leaning
I done made the Bentley truck do a engine roar
HMM
And I play it smart (Smart)
And I play my part (Part)
I adapt to the rap and I treat it like a art
Working by myself so you know I gotta strive
9-5 job
I'm treating these niggas like they 5 0
All that hate in they system
I watch them die slow
I'm on the road to riches
Y'all niggas tires low
I need
the papers into his bedroom
With his three wives, five kids, nine lives, and one mistress
He watched his hyperbolic empire grow overextended
He built a third
of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me
5-0 we like whoa
I was boss hogging, I made my first quarter mill
I was boss hogging, put them baguettes on my grill
I was boss hogging, I bought my
replay
I'ma be the man, and I know that you feel it
Fast-forward, in five years in LA in a Bentley
I been a Renaissance, finna send a bomb
Hit him in
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
and celly's
Us dollar, ain't worth what it's printed on,
Backed by the pentagon, sounds like babylon,
So I babble on, some of us stuck
In them
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