80 Bills lyrics

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah, uh-huh (Toni, wake up, n*gga)
Ayo, 'Camino (Got my n*gga Dough in this b*tch)
We don't do no carry-ons, soon as we land, we gon' hit Rick
I need a b*tch, I need an ounce of weed, I need somethin' dry

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I know these n*ggas won't stunt like the game
But that won't happen, they money too slow
We The Sopranos, b*tch, the mob, you know the record a hundred-an-o
Pull up eat, but she in a rush, she ready to f*ck, we order to go
Told her "Don't get ahead of yourself", nah, these n*ggas not petty, they broke
I put the hood on, then my b*tch, I put this sh*t on, just for the pic'
I'm in the trenches in all this drip, I'm feelin' lucky, I might throw trips
Your favorite rapper ain't nothin' like me, I stand on that, and it ain't a diss
Get off the stage and open a brick, the money comin' too fast to quit, yeah

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]
I spent eighty bills at the lot and I got a crazy deal
Got some out of town n*ggas I can send, like the Navy Seal (Brr)
Got some Buffalo n*ggas I can move the whole package with
It's some legal businesses that a n*gga pay taxes with, Butch'

[Verse 2: Elcamino]
I paint you whacked, she Burgundy, I know these n*ggas wanna murder me
She got that ass you just need to snatch, you know I'ma send her to surgery
Fraud n*ggas doin' purgery, damn, I think these n*ggas skirtin' me
I keep it on me, that's for certainly, huh, she wanna suck it for courtesy
n*ggas be duckin' they murder beef, I had the mob beefin' sturdily
Lil' n*gga do you dirtily, EMX, try and get you that urgery, huh
I know forgettin' it all, all the G's, they referrin' me
You know I put that sh*t on, all the b*tches, they preferrin' me
You know it's that time of the month, I told that b*tch "Hide down in your truck"
I get to throwin' money all over the buildin', go buy you whatever you want
You mentionin' me, a shooter a mind of his own, he slidin' whenever he want
I told my youngin ain't nothin' to broke, you a fat boy, you flyin' wherever you want
I told my demon to take him a break, too many n*ggas was dyin' at once
Too many n*ggas was turnin' the pack, said I'd look up, we done ran out of blunts
Real n*ggas, they must've ran out of straps, rollin' me fine and I'm beefin' with bums
n*ggas is food, chew 'em for lunch, take it to school, you know you my son
[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]
I spent eighty bills at the lot and I got a crazy deal
Got some out of town n*ggas I can send, like the Navy Seal (Brr)
Got some Buffalo n*ggas I can move the whole package with
It's some legal businesses that a n*gga pay taxes with
I spent eighty bills at the lot and I got a crazy deal
Got some out of town n*ggas I can send, like the Navy Seal (Brr)
Got some Buffalo n*ggas I can move the whole package with
It's some legal businesses that a n*gga pay taxes with