[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Ah, Man you know what we on
I ain't even got to explain myself no more to these niggas
Big BSF, huh
I made this shit look good, this shit really ugly though
Uh
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher & Logan Bolt]
They gon' say the money changed me, but I'ma say the haters did it
I watched them suckers bend the rules, but what I do? Forgave them niggas
Making movies, I played the villain, shake and move and makin millions
Money calling, my line beeping, I had to tell them to wait a minute
Uh, Phillipe steak from table scraps, I don't lie when making raps
Enough dough saved up that, I can pay the labеl back
Overseas touring I'm staying at a Paris Hilton
Then a fеw weeks later a nigga ran into Paris Hilton
I made cocaine aroma smoke, we never got diplomas though
The president that making drugs legal, that's who I'm voting for
You know BSF the stamp nigga, these killers uncontrollable
The hip-hop police want my mug shot for these quotables
S-Class, the new one to model (Uh-huh), pillows in the back
And the rug so soft, can't wear your shoes when we riding
I'm used to beef, all they threw was some hollows? (That's it?) Keep playin' (Huh?)
We got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles (Yeah, yeah)
It's Butch, nigga
Ah, Man you know what we on
I ain't even got to explain myself no more to these niggas
Big BSF, huh
I made this shit look good, this shit really ugly though
Uh
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher & Logan Bolt]
They gon' say the money changed me, but I'ma say the haters did it
I watched them suckers bend the rules, but what I do? Forgave them niggas
Making movies, I played the villain, shake and move and makin millions
Money calling, my line beeping, I had to tell them to wait a minute
Uh, Phillipe steak from table scraps, I don't lie when making raps
Enough dough saved up that, I can pay the labеl back
Overseas touring I'm staying at a Paris Hilton
Then a fеw weeks later a nigga ran into Paris Hilton
I made cocaine aroma smoke, we never got diplomas though
The president that making drugs legal, that's who I'm voting for
You know BSF the stamp nigga, these killers uncontrollable
The hip-hop police want my mug shot for these quotables
S-Class, the new one to model (Uh-huh), pillows in the back
And the rug so soft, can't wear your shoes when we riding
I'm used to beef, all they threw was some hollows? (That's it?) Keep playin' (Huh?)
We got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles (Yeah, yeah)
It's Butch, nigga
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