"Cry In A Benz" lyrics

Nicki, Mike

They say I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna stop
You gonna cry in this Honda, you gonna cry up in this drop
I can do business with anybody except a cop
If it's blood on the floor, I'm a go get the mop
I got to get back to the money so I'm checking some top
I get head, fuck a bed, I ain't laying with bitches
Put his digger up in your throat, bitch, and take out your dentures
Welcome to J-Styling, the West Oakland adventures
Like Picasso, I can paint a pretty picture
I whip Pyrexes, I'm not that other nigga
Square bitch, she in love with a drug dealer, yep
We gonna roll his body up in the rug, nigga
Swear to God I never see you niggas up a dub, nigga, nope, nigga
In the club, yeah, I'm spoke, nigga
Baby got a brain so she looking for a woke nigga
Yeah, she looking for a woke nigga

I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna stop
So you gonna cry in that Honda, you gonna cry up in this Benz
I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna stop
So you gonna cry in that Honda, you gonna cry up in this Benz
I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna end
So you gonna cry in that Honda, you gonna cry up in this Benz
I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna stop
So you gonna cry in that Honda, you gonna cry up in this drop
I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna end
So you gonna cry in that Honda, you gonna cry up in this Benz
I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna stop
So you gonna cry in that Honda, you gonna cry up in this drop

Candy paint on the Delt make your bitch heart melt
All black like a stealth with a chopper on me
In the kitchen cooking coke like I'm frying bologna
Bad bitch playing with herself and she all on me
Feel like she won the lottery 'cause all her homies want me
I'm a bust that pussy open and ride that little bitch like a pony
Nikes or Sauconys, I'm a '80s baby
In the kitchen whipping crack like I'm cooking gravy
Little dirty-ass nigga probably gave you scabies
Bit the nigga nose off, probably gave him rabies
But I've been on my pimp shit, mucking bitches lately
Said I'm breaking hearts and it ain't finna end
So you gonna cry up in this Honda, bitch, or in this Benz
Said I'm breaking hearts and it ain't finna end
So you gonna cry up in this Honda, bitch, or in this Benz

I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna stop
So you gonna cry in that Honda, you gonna cry up in this Benz
I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna stop
So you gonna cry in that Honda, you gonna cry up in this Benz
I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna end
So you gonna cry in that Honda, you gonna cry up in this Benz
I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna stop
So you gonna cry in that Honda, you gonna cry up in this drop
I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna end
So you gonna cry in that Honda, you gonna cry up in this Benz
I be breaking hearts and I don't see it finna stop
So you gonna cry in that Honda, you gonna cry up in this drop

Spent my days in the sunshine, nice grind
We be timing, bouncing right back on them shining
Know I never lost my passion or the love of it
I come from it, I was getting in the mud for it
I probably put a ring on it, could put a thing on it
Stacks in the money counter, yeah, chaching on it
She playing mind games telling me she love me when she really don't
We up in Aspen, avalanche, give beyond
I'm really on my businessman so she been a fan
Always had heart, bitch, I ain't the Tin Man, man
Sipping out the bottle top, laughing with baby
I be on her mind all day, driving her crazy