Bentley Truck

Lyrics

[Intro: Dave East, DJ Holiday] Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors (Holiday season, ayy) You see that B on the hood, nigga? Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors (Holiday season) Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors You see that B on the hood, nigga? Only got two Four-door (Haha, they ain't seen this) [Verse 1: Dave East] Waitin' for my driver to come pick me up (Where you at?) This foreign shit gon' fuck the city up (Skrrt) Got 'em in they feelings 'cause we really up (Up) Eighty thousand cash in the Bentley truck (Damn) Pulled me over, think I got a brick In my hood, they tell me I'm the shit (You that nigga) You'll probably find me in some private shit With more gold than a pirate ship (Rah! Gold) Slick Rick, hunnid chains on (Yeah) Niggas throwin' shots, but they probably miss (Ah) I'm probably with a Somali chick (Ah) She tryna find out what this molly is (Ah) Know the blue and whites hoppin' out (Oh) That's why I put my work by the fence (Right here) That's why I hit the Percs by the bench (Bench) Bentley truck swervin', it ain't got no tint (Skrrt, ah!) [Chorus: Chris Brown, Dave East] I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now (With the gang) In a Bentley truck smokin' that loud We never sayin' sorry, my niggas be wild Take your chains and the watch My mama beggin' me to stop (Stop) But I got a million reasons why (No) Semi-automatic with the stock (Brr) .45 in the Bentley truck Doot-doot-doot on your block (Yeah, on your block) [Verse 2: Dave East] Mama beggin' me to stop it (Stop) Smokers beggin' me to cop it (Uh) Out the pot, on the table, chop it (Chop, chop) Do anything to make a profit (Anything, money) Your shit is trash, I'm not hearin' it (Trash) Louis Vuitton or Black Pyramid (That Black shit) Gucci or Prada or Dolce Gabbana It ain't 'bout a check, I ain't hearin' it (Run it up) Expensive designer, I'm wearin' it I used to wait in the trenches, fifty baggies on a mission They told me I needed a therapist (Uh) You could get hit for a pair of kicks (Uh) Dice game, we gon' run it back (Run it back) Treat the block like Merrill Lynch (Run it up) .45 on me, don't care where I went (Come on) Couple Russian hammers, some American [Chorus: Chris Brown, Dave East] I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now (Yeah) In a Bentley truck smokin' that loud We never sayin' sorry, my niggas be wild (Saying sorry) Take your chains and the watch (Watch) My mama beggin' me to stop (Stop) But I got a million reasons why (I'm sorry mama) Semi-automatic with the stock (Brr) .45 in the Bentley truck Doot-doot-doot on your block (Yeah, on your block) [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Bitch, I'm the man with the juice (Yeah) I got diamonds on top of diamonds And my niggas, they stay on the news (Ah!) I stay sippin', water whippin', fresh out the kitchen (Brr) I bought her the bag and the shoes (Ayy!) And I might let my bitch drive the foreign Mix the molly with pineapple juice I want the pussy right now, where you goin'? Look at me, baby, you know you won't find nothin' better Don't look at me crazy, haha, you know they ain't on my level And girl, I'm, huh, in the Maison Margielas When I make it rain, you gon' need an umbrella [Chorus: Chris Brown] I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now In a Bentley truck smokin' that loud We never sayin' sorry, my niggas be wild Take your chains and the watch My mama beggin' me to stop But I got a million reasons why Semi-automatic with the stock (Brr) .45 in the Bentley truck Doot-doot-doot on your block (Yeah, on your block) [Verse 4: Kap G] .45 on me like MJ, ooh (Brr) I'm at Benihana's eatin' shrimp steak, woo (Skrrt-skrrt) In the Bentley truck with the semi tucked (Woo) Fuck the pussies that don't wanna see me up (Up) Goyard, had to put the Fendi up (Ayy) Meetings with the plug, tell 'em ring me up (Ayy) After the club, yeah, I'm callin' your bae up (Ayy, brr) Takin' that shit and you know we gon' stay up (Ayy) She give me face, I ain't talkin' 'bout makeup (Woo) Fuck her from the back, pull out her lace front (Ayy) All I ever wanted was some designer (Yeah) Partner, you the Kap, no 49ers I'ma beat the pussy, I'm Adrien Broner (Ayy) She spit on that mic and I might just go sign her [Chorus: Chris Brown] I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now In a Bentley truck smokin' that loud We never sayin' sorry, my niggas be wild Take your chains and the watch My mama beggin' me to stop But I got a million reasons why Semi-automatic with the stock (Brr) .45 in the Bentley truck Doot-doot-doot on your block (Yeah, on your block) [Bridge: Chris Brown] All my niggas brackin' good All my niggas active (Yeah, yeah) It's fifty for a line, nigga Two-fifty for the Acti', huh Bitches, they the baddest And they just wanna be fucked right At the after party, where we get naughty, sorry [Chorus: Chris Brown] I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now In a Bentley truck smokin' that loud (Yeah, yeah) We never sayin' sorry, my niggas be wild Take your chains and the watch My mama beggin' me to stop But I got a million reasons why Semi-automatic with the stock (Brr) .45 in the Bentley truck Doot-doot-doot on your block (Yeah, on your block) [Outro: Dave East] Like for real though, I gave you niggas like seven summers to catch up with my lifestyle Hahaha Then what? 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