Bentley Mulsanne lyrics

[Intro]
What the four nine say? (Hahaha)
Shut up and f*ck me on that money
Shut up and f*ck me on that money, b*tch (Haha, bird business)

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' on somethin' off the chain (Desire)
I'm at the top of the food chain
Told that lil' b*tch, "Wanna cry in a— or come cry in a Mulsanne?"
You know I'm money over b*tches, M.O.B., stackin' taller than great danes
Just another black kid in America tryna get some money
I don't think you n*ggas really hearin' this or know how I'm comin'
f*ck type of n*gga is you? Spendin' your last on a b*tch
I'm tryna get my brothers out of prison and get some n*ggas hit
b*tch, why it gotta always be tension? Come suck some di*k
These n*ggas don't live thе type of life I live
So somе my decisions don't make sense to them
It's us, never them
Now this b*tch crying over me, but last night was f*ckin' on him
I ain't got the time for you, baby, I'm stackin' up my M's
You know I like you in your Skims (Desire)
Yeah, you know I like to watch you in the gym
Yeah, I put some carats up in your ear
I put knowledge up in your ear, still steer it in your own direction
I got two n*ggas on my list, they gon' get hit, you heard what I said
I'm rich as sh*t, I don't give a f*ck, to me, they dead
When I see red, I look up to grandmama in the sky
I need answers, I ain't got that all figured out
It might look like I do but I don't, I just got me a home
f*ck me in my house, come figure me out
I ain't got you figured out, but you want my child
Lent them a hand when they was down, thought they had it all figured out
[Outro]
(Desire)
f*ck me on that money