Benz lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, let that sh*t ride, Tay
Woah-oh-oh
Aye, go-oh-oh
I'm go-o-o-ne
Tell that b*tch, get up with me
Yeah

[Chorus]
I dip my blunt in the codeine, oh no
I can't move unless I'm high
I sip codeine every night
It help me feel like I'm alright
Don't you pull up unless you bring your friend
Don't know if I f*cked her, I f*ck her again
You better shut up 'fore I pull up again
I wear designer, this no Citi Trends

[Verse [?] and Dro Kenji]
They be like [?]
Hop in the coupe when I'm spinnin' the bend
f*ck the fakе love, I don't want no new friends
Pouring up Wock, now I'm sipping on Gin
I swеar to god, my life full of the sin
I'm hearin' you, not hearin' your kin
She said, "I'm fake", baby, who you again?
Yeah you sexy, b*tch, but who is your friend?
Yeah, I love money, this money my friend
When I spend it, know it come back again
I get money I think that's why they mad
Nah for real, you need to get in your bag
All these b*tches, left me hurt, n*gga mad
f*ck these b*tches, I ain't going outside
Super slimy, with the drink in my lap
Circles around you, I been doing laps
Relapse off them Percy, Percies
My new b*tch so flirty, flirty
Pulling on my golden choker
I know she the biggest birdie
Ooo, b*tch you not feeling me too?
Way too many thots, I'm not stressing you
b*tches staring, with my Porsche it go vroom
Guarantee that I'm way higher than you
I'm smoking on gas watch me roll up this [?]
I'm f*cking your b*tch, I'm not seeing her later
Dripped in Givenchy, I know that you mad
You need to go 'head and run you a sack
Ya'll n*ggas be broke, ya'll going out sad
Ya'll really need to go chase you a bag
Yeah, ya'll really need to go chase you a bag
[Chorus]
I dip my blunt in the codeine, oh no
I can't move unless I'm high
I sip codeine every night
It help me feel like I'm alright
Don't you pull up unless you bring your friend
Don't know if I f*cked her, I f*ck her again
You better shut up 'fore I pull up again
I wear designer, this no Citi Trends