Rico Benzo - Van Cleef

I'm bout to take off
Hop on that flight and i'm gone
Van Cleef with the charm
I put her in Louis Vuitton
Walk out the house and I feel like a star
How you gon hate me cuz i'm going hard
Yea she got some milage I don't wanna hit it
Ain't chasing no hoe i'm tryna get rich
Pouring up Triss got my bitch to sip
I get in my zone and cut off my bitch
Don't tell me it's on you know I don't miss
Got racks in this shit and i'm spending it
Balenci on me yea I live in it
Yea I ride this Benz and i'm tinting it
Trap first nigga's get dividend's
No I can't fuck with these nigga's these nigga's be snitching they leaks
Just kick me a chevy or TD I try to cash out every week
Don't mention me nigga got shooters with me and they ready to meet
Got forty's and nine's when we ride in the fleet
I'm on that timing I shoot out the v
Just tryna get rich i'm just tryna take care of my people
I got a bitch and I swear I only call her for deep throat
I'm in the stu and I pour me a four i'm with Rico
Yea and we got pounds of the za in the air
Stand on my shit i'm just making it clear
Run up on me I double dare
Louis the v thats what I wear
She know ima boss that's why she here
Life is a toast this shit in the air
R.I.P Esco might shed a lil tear
I'm bout to take off
Hop on that flight and i'm gone
Van Cleef with the charm
I put her in Louis Vuitton
Walk out the house and I feel like a star
How you gon hate me cuz i'm going hard
Yea she got some milage I don't wanna hit it
Ain't chasing no hoe i'm tryna get rich
Pouring up Triss got my bitch to sip
I get in my zone and cut off my bitch
Don't tell me it's on you know I don't miss
Got racks in this shit and i'm spending it
Balenci on me yea I live in it
Yea I ride this Benz and i'm tinting it
Trap first nigga's get dividend's
Why you in ya feelings I said I ain't feeling it
New coupe got it for me you can't get in it
Ou ou living this life I be living it
Whole lot of paper I got with the gang
Give a fuck bout the fame nigga we ain't gon change
Ran up forty two thousand to spend on a chain
Just got off a flight had to stop in the A
Windows they tinted with burgundy guts
In this new Lamborghini I leave em with dust
This shit rated R the hoes that I fuck
I don't be getting enough
I fuck em once they ain't getting no love
Nigga's be for they self but I be for the team
I told my mama i'm chasing a dream
These nigga's they not what they seem
Wherever I go got the bag on me

Written by:
Jaysun Robertson, Ricardo Dominique

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