Bentley Truck (feat. Zay Hardy)

Dinero 20 40 60 I don't care what they say Got Zay on the wave AV line em up She been fucking up fucking up (Ah) Iv been fucking her f*ck her (Yeah) I ain't fucking up fucking up Bitch, I run it up run it up Line them up, line them up Turn it up I'm turning up In the cut got my cut Arrive in the Bentley truck F*ck them up f*ck them up F*ck them up f*ck them up F*ck them up run it up Dinero getting paid Hit the spotlight can't catch my own shade Cause a cold front if I breathe the wrong way Wipe me down f*ck them up long as Boozie got the fade Swerving in a Tonka but be in my own lane In it for the money me and you are not the same One these women choose know this shit come with the fame Got a little change put baguettes up in the chain F*ck them up f*ck them up just ran it through the roof F*ck ton to lose got a whole lot to prove Watching how I step trying to study my moves I ain't even drive got 4 up in the coupe All my bitches slide and they dress like Betty Boop Pour me up a 4 stir the screw juice She was say something kissin my tattoos I don't know her name call her little attitude Look Coming out The Ver why you looking so confused About to set it off bitch you looking at the fuse Blowing up rolling up blowing Ls Fendi and Mcqueen don't match oh well "Why you smell so loud, Why you walking on grails Why your pockets so swoll, Why you get a lot of mail" Bitch you ask a lot of questions Who you go and try to tell I'm a motherfucking boss And a boss don't ever fail She been fucking up fucking up (Ah) Iv been fucking her f*ck her (Yeah) I ain't fucking up fucking up Bitch, I run it up run it up Line them up, line them up Turn it up I'm turning up In the cut got my cut Arrive in the Bentley truck F*ck them up f*ck them up F*ck them up f*ck them up She been fucking up fucking up (Ah) Iv been fucking her f*ck her (Yeah) I ain't fucking up fucking up Bitch, I run it up run it up Line them up, line them up Turn it up I'm turning up In the cut got my cut Arrive in the Bentley truck F*ck them up f*ck them up F*ck them up f*ck them up Ice tray as cold as my heart (True) 2Pac with the part (Juice) Count my dinero she thinking she smart I got them keys "but this push to start" I don't do love that shit rip you apart Know that I'm shining I come from the dark Soon as I arrive cover your eyes Type of shit make a nigga almost go blind He on his grind he don't need a co-sign Ice got me cold sure that I'm fine Get rich or die trying No bitch you can't fly in See you when I see you Saying you in love well I wouldn't want to be you All I care about is money and the city that I'm from Trust bring issues and I don't want none In the cut got my cut Make a flip double up She been fucking up fucking up (Ah) Iv been fucking her f*ck her (Yeah) I ain't fucking up fucking up Bitch, I run it up run it up Line them up, line them up Turn it up I'm turning up In the cut got my cut Arrive in the Bentley truck F*ck them up f*ck them up F*ck them up f*ck them up