Benji Bounce

INTRO

(coughing)

Urghh

Fuck nigga

Wake your nappy ass up

God damn it

Nigga whats the plan
Nigga you the man
You don't owe a damn (nah)

Get it for the gram
Nigga fuck the gram
Get it for the fans (ya)

We ain't got no fans (say what)
We ain't got no fans
Till we drop a jam (uh)

Honeys in the benz (oh god)
Money in your pants
Ain't that shit the plan

VERSE

Yeah

Nigga cash it
Imma stash it
Nigga pass it
Imma ash
Imma wild out

Nigga thats it
Thats lit
Time to stack it
Yeah more of that shit
Right now

Awww shit
Got a bad bitch in the whip
While the tape is out now

This that throw your benjis in my pockets
Type of money vibe now

Let those Benjis bounce let those fucking Benji's bounce
I just wanna see Benjamins rolling thru my bank account

Need my pockets full of paper whenever I'm clocking out especially when a nigga be blazzing up in his house

Right so let those Benjis bounce
Homie leave your pennies home, fill my wallet I promise I even rock ya empty crowds

(nigga what?)

Give a cut to my mum to my dad to my plug and then stash what is left in my fucking couch

Nuff said, nigga whats next, time to rush past, this broke shit, time to climb out (yeah)

Sick of this all gutter shit, bottom shit right now
Wanna spread that golden butter, everytime I dine out

All that money on my mind I stick it under my crown
Shit ain't funny all the time but I stick to my sound

It goes

Jack money money
Jack money money money

Ay my nerves giving birth to these words
Outta love cuz this shit keeps tingling in my tummy

Can't take a lot of shit from me

Except my dirty smile and my middle finger homie

Pay me whatchu motherfucking owe me

I got the right frame for your mind like its sony

EA SPORTS

Man cut the games
Time to elevate our asses up we bout to make a name

Is it you (is it you?)

Ors it me? (is it me?)

Who da next motherfucker to succeed

Prolly me

Now buy my tape and get it shipped tonight
My shit is hype

Counting money in my crib tonight
Thats what i like

All these honeys be my kryptonite
Like all the time

Momma said I need to fix my life
But I'm alright

Imma put myself on track fuck a social worker
You can't pay no rent so you salting burgers
Nigga word up, getting stirred up, every damn day by your job, thats a local murder

Its time for a noble turn up
Buckle up a bit
Fuck it up, a bit (yeah)

Double what you get all my hoes get further
A bucket full of tips
And some whole other shit

Real quick, I'm too humble for this shit
I be grinding thru the night with an attitude of six

Watch me how I puzzle up this rap shit
I be doing backflips everytime a nigga doing bits

Slow down~, word up, baby is turn up hop in my truck

Homie lets convert ya cash to my stock

And let me see those benjis bounce, like them hookers from your block