Hellcats Trackhawks Benzs lyrics

[Intro]
That sh*t sound crazy, though
(Mushk made this)
Ha, cars, Benzes, the AMGs
Come on
Yeah

[Chorus]
Hellcats and Trackhawks, Benzes, the AMGs
I met this b*tch inside the club, she got me tryna leave
Walkin' up the strip, pat my pockets, can't find my keys
Jumped in the whip and pressed the button, did the need for speed

[Verse 1]
These hoes, they like rich n*ggas
Rich n*ggas, they like bad hoes
I thought you had some money, where your cash go?
Finna break up with my new b*tch, she remindеd me of my last ho
Gangsters be with mе, we should teach a f*ckin' class, bro
I'm like Nick Cannon and Drumline, front row steppin'
I seen n*ggas check out before they mama, it's wicked
Used to couldn't go outside 'til I did the dishes
If they was smart, they would've kept me in the crib, the streets vicious
She like, "Damn, I ain't never met no n*gga like you"
That sh*t crazy, I'm here with the baddest b*tch inside the room
I'm just tryna have some fun, ain't really tryna be your dude
This b*tch let me say whatever, I'm just playin' like it's cool (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, back to the hood with my n*ggas
Finna throw a block party, call the b*tches, yeah
Said she miss me, so she Face Timed me them titties
Heard she ain't seen me in a minute, she tryna come get with me, yup
I'm from the trenches, I like ghetto Barbies
The type of hoes that cuss you out if you gon' get 'em started
I just touched down with the bag, we finna throw a party
Let me call my favorite b*tch, 'cause she know how I like it (She know how I like it)
Hellcats and Trackhawks, Benzes, the AMGs
I met this b*tch inside the club, she got me tryna leave
Walkin' up the strip, pat my pockets, can't find my keys
Jumped in the whip and pressed the button, did the need for speed

[Verse 2]
You call 'em strikers, they ain't even got no placeholder
I'm out here tryna get some money, she want me to spend the day with her
My young n*ggas, they really out they sh*t
On the 'Gram with that Drac' with 'em
They really dogs, they'll chase
That's your b*tch, go buy her Louis and some Gucci and Chanel
You ain't never had no money, and these hoes, they can tell
These hoes just want a n*gga with some pape', I'm just bein' real
You grown and you don't know how to make no money? You should go to jail

[Chorus]
Yeah, back to the hood with my n*ggas
Finna throw a block party, call the b*tches, yeah
Said she miss me, so she Face Timed me them titties
Heard she ain't seen me in a minute, she tryna come get with me, yup
I'm from the trenches, I like ghetto Barbies
The type of hoes that cuss you out if you gon' get 'em started
I just touched down with the bag, we finna throw a party
Let me call my favorite b*tch, 'cause she know how I like it (She know how I like it), yeah