Rob49 - Bentley Mulsanne

Yeah, yeah
I know a couple niggas who-
Yeah

Yeah
I know a couple niggas who say they up but niggas lyin'
I know a couple niggas who say they step but niggas ain't die
Every time the police kick my door, 49 gon' tell a lie
I know a couple niggas who say they rich but I don't believe it
Brand new Bentley Mulsanne, back this bitch in backward, yeah
And I'm still a trap star, I got my cake up, anime
I'm in Miami with vibes, girl, look at the sky, I'm dropping the top, yeah
I don't care who niggas is, depending the price, I'm copping a knot, yeah

How you out here owin' niggas, beat that box up, Sonny Liston
I done got my check up on 'em, all that country shit ain't normal
I done see some goofies die young 'cause that street shit ain't for 'em
I think she so bad but that shit dead 'cause I don't like her brother
Courtside with them rack on me
Bitch, come fuck me like you need me
How you saying stop the cap but you ain't practice what you preaching?
They just tryna beat a nigga
In love with the hoes I'm hittin'
I heard real ones finally got the ball, well, tell 'em pass it to me
Yeah, got my cake back up, got my check back up, nigga
Yeah, fucking groupie sluts in the Maybach truck, nigga
Yeah, before this label shit me and bronem been had A&Rs
Yeah, I been hustling hard, I made three hundo in a mouth

Yeah
I know a couple niggas who say they up but niggas lyin'
I know a couple niggas who say they step but niggas ain't die
Every time the police kick my door, 49 gon' tell a lie
I know a couple niggas who say they rich but I don't believe it
Brand new Bentley Mulsanne, back this bitch in backward, yeah
And I'm still a trap star, I got my cake up, anime
I'm in Miami with vibes, girl, look at the sky, I'm dropping the top, yeah
I don't care who niggas is, depending the price, I'm copping a knot, yeah

I ain't been feeling the same
I been feeling like niggas wanna see me lose, but calling me gang
That shit hurt my soul, 'cause I show love when niggas ain't
I ain't have a thing, I washed my ass in off in the sink
Bitch, don't touch me, I got rank
Yeah, I wished niggas stopped the hatin', 'cause I'm his girlfriend favorite
Young and rich and turnt fasho, I'm balling like a Laker
How the fuck you said you bossin' up, you a fuckin' worker
Took her out the strip club, turnt her up, man, you done with twerkin'

I know a couple niggas who say they up but niggas lyin'
I know a couple niggas who say they step but niggas ain't die
Every time the police kick my door, 49 gon' tell a lie
I know a couple niggas who say they rich but I don't believe it
Brand new Bentley Mulsanne, back this bitch in backward, yeah
And I'm still a trap star, I got my cake up, anime
I'm in Miami with vibes, girl, look at the sky, I'm dropping the top, yeah
I don't care who niggas is, depending the price, I'm copping a knot, yeah

Written by:
Jack Richard Thierer, Levin Buhtz, Robert Thomas

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