Benjamins Burn

Promethazine drinking ass nigga I'd probably feel like a sucka if I didn't give my niggas the game I guess I'll never know that feeling How many people care? How many? How many? How many? Burning this moolah, burning this moolah, burnin' it Let the benjamins burn, let the benjamins, let the benjamins Your attitude displayin' jealousy, my doggy I'm from the lower income, now I'm balling Tryna make ten songs a day before I'm drowsy Don't want to get in no slump and get lousy I tried to hire a stylist, they couldn't style me You can't keep me under control, I'm rowdy I went bonkers in Dior Bought the Bentley truck, I used to ride in the Explorer How many, how many, how many How many, how many people that gon' be there I'll keep it real with you I'm in the matrix every day, I'm paying close attention My situation every day, I'm pushing to the limits You flipping that raw, you catching a body You straight out the north, my nigga Don't let 'em build a case against us, tryna cross us nigga We put in vibes the most, we goin' coast to coast They ain't get respected like us Fuck all that child support I whip in a Maybach nigga, it's long as a bus Too many weak niggas get in my business Like nah, I don't make bond for that I'm not the type that be falling for none of them lies I don't make fun for that Shaking the envy off, I stay new millenia Promethazine drinking ass nigga Fuck you pussies, make the homicide triple Every time she come through I bust it on her nipples I get to the source, keep it out the middle Whip a Rolls Royce, keep some codeine in my system Nigga I ain't boasting I'm just telling you my story How many, how many How many people gon' be there? At the end of every day How many, how many, how many, how many How many, how many people that really gon' be there Future Fire marshal, astronaut Kid, Kid