"BENZ ON THE YARD" lyrics

I float through this bitch with no gravity
Pick up a check, yeah thank you for having me
I walk in my closet, it's straight Polo horses
It look like a cavalry
Thousand dollar Ricky jeans
I promised my momma that I'mma stop saggin' these
My cotton Egyptian, my leather Italian
And all of my denim is Japanese

I wanna pour up some shots
She want tequila, her friend want the Hennessy
I'm havin' baddies on baddies, they callin' my phone
They snappin', they chattin' me
She wanna know if I'm spendin' that bread
I'm treatin' her, but it's no trickery
I cannot rock with these people
They sellin' they soul, the devil my enemy

I pull up the Benz on the yard
I pull up the Benz on the yard
Spent a few bands on a yacht
Throwin' these bands on a yacht
I fuck up the store with the card
22 Bands on the card
She tryna throw me the top
She tryna throw me the top

Yeah
Bitch I'm swaggin'
Rockstar skinnies, but I still go baggy
I make some racks appear like magic
I got connects, won't catch me laggin'
Pop my shit, you could call it braggin'
Pop my shit, you could say I'm havin'
Put a new motor in a old G-wagon
Take off my shirt like Enter the Dragon

She keep on talkin' like she wanna taste it
I told her baby do not play with me
I just been focused on being the greatest
And that's why the money keep chasin' me
You know I'm gon keep it real with you every time
Baby that's all you get from me
Vintage Dior by Hedi Slimane
And I go Chanel accessories

I pull up the Benz on the yard
I pull up the Benz on the yard
Spent a few bands on a yacht
Throwin' these bands on a yacht
I fuck up the store with the card
22 Bands on the card
She tryna throw me the top
She tryna throw me the top