[Chorus: Trick Daddy (Sampled)]
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
[Verse 1: Plies]
And all the n*ggas I looked up to done gone Fed
And all the n*ggas I admired had picked bread
And I was taught that a real n*gga don't beg
And these streets were never designed for the scared
The n*ggas who got real paper, they done took a chance
So if you're on your di*k, you better not show your hand
n*gga told me I can't sell dope forever
I told that n*gga I don't wanna hear sh*t from a broke n*gga
'Cause in these streets, if you're broke, you're in the way, n*gga
f*ck what you heard, I'm trying to get rich in a today, n*gga
So don't talk to me about it if it don't pay, n*gga
Money excite me, not hoes, okay, n*gga?
And how I feel, if you're broke, you deserve to be
'Cause it's too many ways out here to get cheese
And ain't nothing come to a n*gga that's sleep but a dream
And I ain't sleeping, you can put that on everything
[Chorus: Trick Daddy (Sampled)]
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
[Verse 2: Plies]
Give me a pot, a fork, and 28 grams
And I'll show you f*ck n*ggas who I really am
'Cause when you know something, your wrist gets you out of a jam
Told myself I'll never work for the white man
'Cause a nine-to-five wasn't part of my plan
I'ma stay in the streets and get it how I can
And I'ma either be rich, n*gga, or in the pen
'Cause when it's 'bout that paper, n*gga, I'm all in
I got choppers, n*gga, so I don't need friends
Rather kill myself before I get a job
'Cause these crackers work a n*gga too hard
Rather buy mine soft and make it hard
It ain't the hand you was dealt, it's how you play your cards
But when you're broke, n*gga, it's hard to believe in God
To us street n*ggas, it's all about money and cars
But you leave money out here or you can [?]
[Chorus: Trick Daddy (Sampled)]
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught
I wanna buy me a Benz, but I'm fifty grand short
Now I got to get this cheese without the boy getting caught