44 Trap - Benihana

Take her to Benihana to show I got money
I was just on the nawf riding round in the slums
Took a flight to island popped out in San Juan
I just jumped in my bag for I turn up this summer
I drip in designer like really it's nothin
Let my money make money for me that's my hustle
No question
Don't ask no question
Before you lie to me
You better say bye to me
I'm the realest nigga had to face it
Who gone come and take my place
When I suit up to go down that day
Put some woods and some runts in my grave
Keep that fire in the car bet not go out
Partner died he inside he won't come out
Shit ain't the same
I'm only with the bros
Knowing that's the code
Keep them where I'm going
Members over hoes
Kaleb got the pole
You don't really know
You can bet that Kd he gone fix some that's wrong
Ain't gone talk about it yeah but I'm really on it
Ain't gone never show it but you know that it's on me
Ain't gone freeze up when it's time you know I'm
I'll never crash out on one of you dummies
It ain't no smoke these niggas don't know me it be these hoes
You think I'm broke I got money to show and I don't even show it
Where the dope good dope
Where the dope
Where the dope
Roll up and blow
Roll up and blow
Good smoke
Ain't never been in the streets bitch I been out the way
You know one thing fasho is big four four don't play
I'm ready to go anywhere a nigga say I can't okay okay
I'm playing with fire got me cooking up the heat I'm feeling like Qua
Young niggas going to waste but see I'm finna go on a wave
I'm wavy baby
Take her to Benihana to show I got money
I was just on the nawf riding round in the slums
Took a flight to island popped out in San Juan
I just jumped in my bag for I turn up this summer
I drip in designer like really it's nothin
Let my money make money for me that's my hustle
No question
Don't ask no question
Before you lie to me
You better say bye to me
I'm the realest nigga had to face it
Who gone come and take my place
When I suit up to go down that day
Put some woods and some runts in my grave
Keep that fire in the car bet not go out
Partner died he inside he won't come out
Shit ain't the same
I'm gassed up
I'm gassin gassin
Lil homie you don't want it
Got two demons on my shoulders cause the angel couldn't make it
Fuck with my fam catch more than a fade
Life is a race it change every day
Dirty lemonade and they thought it was some soda
If they pull me over I can't let them smelll the odor
Smoke a lot of blunts I don't wanna feel sober
Money conversations with the bros
We gone make it out real soon soon soon
Geeked out my body ecstasy
We ain't poppin no roxys
We be itchin nigga itchin for bodies
Slime his ass we wipe yo nose real snotty
Catch a body join the illuminati
She gone ride it SRT Kawasaki
Bae gone eat the dick just like it's hibachi
Solid as ever my young nigga pushing and serving them packs
He ain't gotta mail it
Nigga Tekashi you ain't gottta tell it
Staying loyal I can't catch another felony
Cause I'm in the fast lane no cap
Middle finger fuck them folks give a fuck bout a government
When I get rich slide up on them in a Cullinan

Written by:
Travis Whitehead

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