Stunna2x - Bentley B

Bitch i got my cash i got my cash i got my word up
Going so fast hope dont crash i hope i make that curve yeah
Ice on my neck more wet than hurricane Irma
Ice on my wrist and on my chest thats why i cant feel nun
Everywhere i go i got cash on me
Everywhere i go i got the mac on me
Seats matte black got the Bentley B
Pull up penthouse we got plenty freaks
I hear god when he talk to me
Im so high where the angels be
I cant wear no R.I.P T
I just pulled up in a tank
Pull up if opps want play
My stick came with a toy but i aint got no happy meal
I got more green than salad yeah
My money a whole ass cabbage yea
I get cash get a lot of it
Bentley too fast i can crash that shit
Swear to god im worth like half a brick
Swear to god im a walking lick
My opps pussy they wont do that shit
If they do umma swerve the whip
Cant believe they took the rocket rip to takeoff
We got ball player contracts but we dont play ball
My ice cold like hockey we can do a whole face off
All i get money baby, get ready for the face shot
Keep the strap on me
I always bring the pressure
Put my bitch on fleek
Like im playing dress up
Porsche got all red seats
Whip cost a whole hunna
I got bands on me
Gotta run up them commas
New whip brand new key
Woke up felt like flexin
Fucking on your bestfriend
Bitch i got my cash i got my cash i got my word up
Going so fast hope dont crash i hope i make that curve yeah
Ice on my neck more wet than hurricane Irma
Ice on my wrist and on my chest thats why i cant feel nun
Everywhere i go i got cash on me
Everywhere i go i got the mac on me
Seats matte black got the Bentley B
Pull up penthouse we got plenty freaks
I hear god when he talk to me
Im so high where the angels be
Seats matte black got the Bentley B

Written by:
Stunna2x, Steven Wanga

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