Maybach Anthem

I want a benz For my mama and her friends Maychach wit curtain V12 engine, every race they she gone win Express lane get in Vlone Forgi's Blew a bag on her rims Paparazzi got the lens Chauffeur drivin, and my show start about ten Nigga hurry up then Tell the chauffeur hurry up to my show Micro in the cut, he bouta unload If you wanna fight he upping that pole He bouta sneak you then snatch on yo soul You gon meet the reaper, you won't make it home Greenlight, all my niggas on go Just cause you ain't a opp don't mean you my bro I'm trynna change the world And get some dough End world hunger then get some hoes Have Obama pullin up to my show Secret service posted in the front row Sweartagawd yo bitch loving my fro My mama benz bouta be bouta all black Carbon fiber details, But the inside crack All white, if they get it wrong ima take it back Call the chauffeur up need to stop at saks 5th Mama growin up didn't have shit She ain't about the talk all action Got it out the mud and it made it happen Never even caught her slacking That's why I keep on rapping Cause she will not go through that again You got 5 niggas I'll smack 6 You is not a thug , you a actress You getting all tense , relax kid You thought I wouldn't make it And you mad that I did If shorty want the d then i'm stabbing her ribs Make her eat a plan B, cause she ain't havin my kids I want a benz For my mama and her friends Maychach wit curtain V12 en-gine, every race they she gon win Express lane get in Vlone Forgi's Blew a bag on her rims Paparazzi got the lens Chauffeur drivin, and my show start about ten Nigga hurry up then If she got ass then put that in my hand Yo bitch is a trick just like alakazam I know y'all together i don't give i don't give Forget who I was you know I am! Catch you in the office like you jim & pam She wanna link, but i'm not really feelin her Her pussy gushing i'm not even feelin her She drop the pin , i pull up and i'm drilling her She beggin for mercy , the dick it be killin her Cause her ex nigga was hittin it pitiful If we pull up his condition is critical We is not friends , i'll pull up and i'll shit on you Beat yo ass up, when i'm done i'm gon spit on you Sniffing my scent yeah she like my cologne She told me come thru cause her daddy ain't home I rap too aggressive , not watching my tone If it's not bouta bag then just leave me alone I block all these hoes, they banging my phone She call me a dog, but she beg for the bone Giving me brain , she love giving me dome Come from the daygo, you know it's young Tango I'm building these bricks like some legos You niggas some squares like a mf eggo I'm sippin a fanta, i'm sippin a faygo Mac in the back and i gone off the perc Talk shit on the gang, put you on a shirt Hit you in the heart Hit you where it hurt Put you 6 feet We put you in the dirt You niggas come last You know i'm in first If he want the smoke We that boy in a hearse Bitch you a boy Get in the studio just makin noise You focused on bitches , i'm focused on racks Straight off the top, bitch in sharp as a tack You not my nigga, won't give you no dap Hated my job , so i turned to the trap Don't call my phone , bitch i'm trynna rap Bought my first bag and i doubled it bac This shit knock u out, have u takin a nap You ain't got no stick If you do it don't clap Yo bitch hit my phone, she breaking her back She love my dick and she need it like crack I want a benz For my mama and her friends Maychach wit curtain V12 en-gine, every race they she gon win express lane get in Vlone Forgi's Blew a bag on her rims Pappparazi got the lens Chauffeur drivin, and my show start about ten Nigga hurry up then