Why she always wanna fake on me?
Why you do that?
People worried 'bout the cake on me
Like you ain't knew it
Yeah, I be smoking' propane
Baby, yeah I'm goin' stupid
All these people gon' be late when they see I go and do it
They gonna ask how much I made when I can't even talk to 'em
Yeah, I can't talk to 'em, ah
They said "He blown' up now, can't even talk to 'em!"
Yeah, I'm worried 'bout my units
My movements
This ain't no illusion
In my car, I'm cruisin'
Off drugs that I'm usin'
Only do it for the music
(I only) Do it for the music
If I want to be an idea, I can't be a human
(Think bigger)
I gotta be more then a man
I'm tryna' go influence
Your girlfriend singin' all my songs
Like she wanna be part of the band
And I ain't gon' go to sleep till I got bands up in my hand
I jus' want that rockstar life, I want my jeans all from Japan
Yeah, I'm worried 'bout my units
My movements
This ain't no illusion
In my car, I'm cruisin'
Off drugs that I'm usin' (I'm worried 'bout my)
Units
My movements
This ain't no illusion
In my car, I'm cruisin'
(Lanky's 'boutta kill this bitch uhh)
(Lanky)
Feelin'
Light on my feet
Rubbin' white all on my teeth
Love the coke
Love to smoke
Imma' light up my weed
Take straight to the f-a-c-e
Repeat and repeat and repeat
Repeat and repeat and repeat
I hit Pat like, "send the track"
Send it over (S-send it over)
Hunnid 20 on my dash
50 over (50 over)
Couple thotties in the back
They wouldn't wanna get to know ya' I just bought 'em all a bag
Louis Vuitton on they shoulders
Me and Pat go way back
Way back
Chronic got me feelin laid back
Laid back
I'm from the Eastside, but I live in the Mac
(Blaaa)
They said my lyrics kinda "muddy"
Y'all jus' don't get down like me, my thoughts are kinda cloudy
I ain't tryna sin, I'm tryna live, jus' count up all this money
And baby just give me a second, Imma' hit it real slowly, uh
(I'm jus' tryna' count this money
I'm jus' tryna' count this money
I'm jus' tryna' count this money)
(Damn, it's Footie like pajamas uh yea)
Pat is Footie301, I am Pat
Footie301 - Bentley (feat. Lanky) Lyrics
Footie301 - Bentley (feat. Lanky) Lyrics
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Why she always wanna fake on me?
Why you do that?
People worried 'bout the cake on me
Like you ain't knew it
Yeah, I be smoking' propane
Baby, yeah I'm goin' stupid
All these people gon' be late when they see I go and do it
They gonna ask how much I made when I can't even talk to 'em
Yeah, I can't talk to 'em, ah
They said "He blown' up now, can't even talk to 'em!"
Yeah, I'm worried 'bout my units
My movements
This ain't no illusion
In my car, I'm cruisin'
Off drugs that I'm usin'
Only do it for the music
(I only) Do it for the music
If I want to be an idea, I can't be a human
(Think bigger)
I gotta be more then a man
I'm tryna' go influence
Your girlfriend singin' all my songs
Like she wanna be part of the band
And I ain't gon' go to sleep till I got bands up in my hand
I jus' want that rockstar life, I want my jeans all from Japan
Yeah, I'm worried 'bout my units
My movements
This ain't no illusion
In my car, I'm cruisin'
Off drugs that I'm usin' (I'm worried 'bout my)
Units
My movements
This ain't no illusion
In my car, I'm cruisin'
(Lanky's 'boutta kill this bitch uhh)
(Lanky)
Feelin'
Light on my feet
Rubbin' white all on my teeth
Love the coke
Love to smoke
Imma' light up my weed
Take straight to the f-a-c-e
Repeat and repeat and repeat
Repeat and repeat and repeat
I hit Pat like, "send the track"
Send it over (S-send it over)
Hunnid 20 on my dash
50 over (50 over)
Couple thotties in the back
They wouldn't wanna get to know ya' I just bought 'em all a bag
Louis Vuitton on they shoulders
Me and Pat go way back
Way back
Chronic got me feelin laid back
Laid back
I'm from the Eastside, but I live in the Mac
(Blaaa)
They said my lyrics kinda "muddy"
Y'all jus' don't get down like me, my thoughts are kinda cloudy
I ain't tryna sin, I'm tryna live, jus' count up all this money
And baby just give me a second, Imma' hit it real slowly, uh
(I'm jus' tryna' count this money
I'm jus' tryna' count this money
I'm jus' tryna' count this money)
(Damn, it's Footie like pajamas uh yea)
Pat is Footie301, I am Pat
Why you do that?
People worried 'bout the cake on me
Like you ain't knew it
Yeah, I be smoking' propane
Baby, yeah I'm goin' stupid
All these people gon' be late when they see I go and do it
They gonna ask how much I made when I can't even talk to 'em
Yeah, I can't talk to 'em, ah
They said "He blown' up now, can't even talk to 'em!"
Yeah, I'm worried 'bout my units
My movements
This ain't no illusion
In my car, I'm cruisin'
Off drugs that I'm usin'
Only do it for the music
(I only) Do it for the music
If I want to be an idea, I can't be a human
(Think bigger)
I gotta be more then a man
I'm tryna' go influence
Your girlfriend singin' all my songs
Like she wanna be part of the band
And I ain't gon' go to sleep till I got bands up in my hand
I jus' want that rockstar life, I want my jeans all from Japan
Yeah, I'm worried 'bout my units
My movements
This ain't no illusion
In my car, I'm cruisin'
Off drugs that I'm usin' (I'm worried 'bout my)
Units
My movements
This ain't no illusion
In my car, I'm cruisin'
(Lanky's 'boutta kill this bitch uhh)
(Lanky)
Feelin'
Light on my feet
Rubbin' white all on my teeth
Love the coke
Love to smoke
Imma' light up my weed
Take straight to the f-a-c-e
Repeat and repeat and repeat
Repeat and repeat and repeat
I hit Pat like, "send the track"
Send it over (S-send it over)
Hunnid 20 on my dash
50 over (50 over)
Couple thotties in the back
They wouldn't wanna get to know ya' I just bought 'em all a bag
Louis Vuitton on they shoulders
Me and Pat go way back
Way back
Chronic got me feelin laid back
Laid back
I'm from the Eastside, but I live in the Mac
(Blaaa)
They said my lyrics kinda "muddy"
Y'all jus' don't get down like me, my thoughts are kinda cloudy
I ain't tryna sin, I'm tryna live, jus' count up all this money
And baby just give me a second, Imma' hit it real slowly, uh
(I'm jus' tryna' count this money
I'm jus' tryna' count this money
I'm jus' tryna' count this money)
(Damn, it's Footie like pajamas uh yea)
Pat is Footie301, I am Pat
Writer: Patrick Schwartz, Tanner Jameson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid