I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
No these fools didn't come in here smellin' like a million bucks
No these fools didn't try to hotbox out a nigga truck
Pull up to the Jazzfest wearing camouflage like a lieutenant
Renovate a nigga driveway trunk feeling like it got a nuke in it
Spit the butt-naked truth wit' it
Met her ass she was too wit' it
She was f*cking wit' a lame ass nigga
He ain't know what to do wit' it
Now I gotta let the crew hit it
Tour bus living, no f*cks given
Backwood splittin', bad bitch hittin'
Popeyes chicken nigga
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
Rather be in my bitch than my hairline
Ain't nothing get another in my spare time
Either ride hard wit' us you a spare tire
Got a few go getters on standby
Only few real niggas that I stand by
Met a real cool pimpin' out in Van Nuys
Three piece surf side bitches with fries
Other niggas told you lies I'ma get mine
Ay, don't know pro bo shit potpourri
Better be in the bag if it's groceries
She gon' scrape it off the floor now she on it G
She gon' talk so much shit she gon' go to sleep
I mean twenty-five niggas through the door with us
Twenty-five lighters full of smoke with us
Pickin' up sho' money po' kids
So I'm cold on these hoes I been so committed
Gorilla Glue kush, lit the whole bush
Shout to my supplier, now I'm really high
Just caught a Uber and I don't know why
I live up the street, just whipped up a beat
This shit just too easy I kick up the feet
Feel like my money gon' pick up this week
Give me just one bet I'm gon' flip it to three
I know you watching me bitch I can see
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
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I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
No these fools didn't come in here smellin' like a million bucks
No these fools didn't try to hotbox out a nigga truck
Pull up to the Jazzfest wearing camouflage like a lieutenant
Renovate a nigga driveway trunk feeling like it got a nuke in it
Spit the butt-naked truth wit' it
Met her ass she was too wit' it
She was f*cking wit' a lame ass nigga
He ain't know what to do wit' it
Now I gotta let the crew hit it
Tour bus living, no f*cks given
Backwood splittin', bad bitch hittin'
Popeyes chicken nigga
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
Rather be in my bitch than my hairline
Ain't nothing get another in my spare time
Either ride hard wit' us you a spare tire
Got a few go getters on standby
Only few real niggas that I stand by
Met a real cool pimpin' out in Van Nuys
Three piece surf side bitches with fries
Other niggas told you lies I'ma get mine
Ay, don't know pro bo shit potpourri
Better be in the bag if it's groceries
She gon' scrape it off the floor now she on it G
She gon' talk so much shit she gon' go to sleep
I mean twenty-five niggas through the door with us
Twenty-five lighters full of smoke with us
Pickin' up sho' money po' kids
So I'm cold on these hoes I been so committed
Gorilla Glue kush, lit the whole bush
Shout to my supplier, now I'm really high
Just caught a Uber and I don't know why
I live up the street, just whipped up a beat
This shit just too easy I kick up the feet
Feel like my money gon' pick up this week
Give me just one bet I'm gon' flip it to three
I know you watching me bitch I can see
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
No these fools didn't come in here smellin' like a million bucks
No these fools didn't try to hotbox out a nigga truck
Pull up to the Jazzfest wearing camouflage like a lieutenant
Renovate a nigga driveway trunk feeling like it got a nuke in it
Spit the butt-naked truth wit' it
Met her ass she was too wit' it
She was f*cking wit' a lame ass nigga
He ain't know what to do wit' it
Now I gotta let the crew hit it
Tour bus living, no f*cks given
Backwood splittin', bad bitch hittin'
Popeyes chicken nigga
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
Rather be in my bitch than my hairline
Ain't nothing get another in my spare time
Either ride hard wit' us you a spare tire
Got a few go getters on standby
Only few real niggas that I stand by
Met a real cool pimpin' out in Van Nuys
Three piece surf side bitches with fries
Other niggas told you lies I'ma get mine
Ay, don't know pro bo shit potpourri
Better be in the bag if it's groceries
She gon' scrape it off the floor now she on it G
She gon' talk so much shit she gon' go to sleep
I mean twenty-five niggas through the door with us
Twenty-five lighters full of smoke with us
Pickin' up sho' money po' kids
So I'm cold on these hoes I been so committed
Gorilla Glue kush, lit the whole bush
Shout to my supplier, now I'm really high
Just caught a Uber and I don't know why
I live up the street, just whipped up a beat
This shit just too easy I kick up the feet
Feel like my money gon' pick up this week
Give me just one bet I'm gon' flip it to three
I know you watching me bitch I can see
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
I roll up in Benz tinted homie
I'm not the killer but killers with me
Came in this bitch with hundreds on me
Just wanna know who gon' spend it with me
Writer: Michael Stevenson, Gabriel Stevenson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC