Summrs - Bentley Mulsanne

What the four nine say? (Hahaha)
Shut up and fuck me on that money
Shut up and fuck me on that money, bitch
(Haha)
Bird Business

Yeah, I'm fuckin' on somethin' off the chain (desire)
I'm at the top of the food chain
Told that lil' bitch wanna cry in a-
Or come cry in a Mulsanne
You know I'm money over bitches
M.O.B., stackin' taller than great danes
Just another black kid in America tryna get some money
I don't think you niggas really hearin' us, or know how I'm comin'
Fuck the type of nigga is you, spendin' your last on a bitch
I'm tryna get my bruddas outta prison, and get some niggas hit
Bitch why it gotta always be tension? Come suck some dick
These niggas don't live the type of life I live
So some of my decisions don't make sense, to them
It's us, never them
Now this bitch cryin' over me, but last night was fuckin' on him
I ain't got the time for you baby, I'm stackin' up my Ms
You know I like you in your Skims, yeah (desire)
You know I like to watch you in the gym, yeah
I put some carats up in your ear
I put knowledge up in your ear, still steer it in your own direction
I got two niggas on my list, they gon' get hit, you heard what I said
I'm rich as shit, I don't give a fuck, to me they dead
When I see red, I look up to grandmama in the sky
I need answers, I ain't got that all figured out
It might look like I do but I don't, I just got me a home
Fuck me in my house, come figure me out
I ain't got you figured out, but you want my child
Like they took my hand when they was down, thought they had it all figured out

(Desire)
(Fuck me on that money)

Written by:
Deante Johnson

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