Bentley Truck lyrics

[Intro: Dave East, DJ Holiday]
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors (Holiday season, ayy)
You see that B on the hood, n*gga?
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
(Holiday season)
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
You see that B on the hood, n*gga?
Only got two
Four-door (Haha, they ain't seen this)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Waitin' for my driver to come pick me up (Where you at?)
This foreign sh*t gon' f*ck the city up (Skrrt)
Got 'em in they feelings 'cause we really up (Up)
Eighty thousand cash in the Bentley truck (Damn)
Pulled me over, think I got a brick
In my hood, they tell me I'm the sh*t (You that n*gga)
You'll probably find me in some private sh*t
With more gold than a pirate ship (Rah! Gold)
Slick Rick, hunnid chains on (Yeah)
n*ggas throwin' shots, but they probably miss (Ah)
I'm probably with a Somali chick (Ah)
She tryna find out what this molly is (Ah)
Know the blue and whites hoppin' out (Oh)
That's why I put my work by the fence (Right here)
That's why I hit the Percs by the bench (Bench)
Bentley truck swervin', it ain't got no tint (Skrrt, ah!)
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Dave East]
I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now (With the gang)
In a Bentley truck smokin' that loud
We never sayin' sorry, my n*ggas be wild
Take your chains and the watch
My mama beggin' me to stop (Stop)
But I got a million reasons why (No)
Semi-automatic with the stock (Brr)
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block (Yeah, on your block)

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Mama beggin' me to stop it (Stop)
Smokers beggin' me to cop it (Uh)
Out the pot, on the table, chop it (Chop, chop)
Do anything to make a profit (Anything, money)
Your sh*t is trash, I'm not hearin' it (Trash)
Louis Vuitton or Black Pyramid (That Black sh*t)
Gucci or Prada or Dolce Gabbana
It ain't 'bout a check, I ain't hearin' it (Run it up)
Expensive designer, I'm wearin' it
I used to wait in the trenches, fifty baggies on a mission
They told me I needed a therapist (Uh)
You could get hit for a pair of kicks (Uh)
Dice game, we gon' run it back (Run it back)
Treat the block like Merrill Lynch (Run it up)
.45 on me, don't care where I went (Come on)
Couple Russian hammers, some American
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Dave East]
I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now (Yeah)
In a Bentley truck smokin' that loud
We never sayin' sorry, my n*ggas be wild (Saying sorry)
Take your chains and the watch (Watch)
My mama beggin' me to stop (Stop)
But I got a million reasons why (I'm sorry mama)
Semi-automatic with the stock (Brr)
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block (Yeah, on your block)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
b*tch, I'm the man with the juice (Yeah)
I got diamonds on top of diamonds
And my n*ggas, they stay on the news (Ah!)
I stay sippin', water whippin', fresh out the kitchen (Brr)
I bought her the bag and the shoes (Ayy!)
And I might let my b*tch drive the foreign
Mix the molly with pineapple juice
I want the pus*y right now, where you goin'?
Look at me, baby, you know you won't find nothin' better
Don't look at me crazy, haha, you know they ain't on my level
And girl, I'm, huh, in the Maison Margielas
When I make it rain, you gon' need an umbrella

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smokin' that loud
We never sayin' sorry, my n*ggas be wild
Take your chains and the watch
My mama beggin' me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock (Brr)
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block (Yeah, on your block)
[Verse 4: Kap G]
.45 on me like MJ, ooh (Brr)
I'm at Benihana's eatin' shrimp steak, woo (Skrrt-skrrt)
In the Bentley truck with the semi tucked (Woo)
f*ck the pussies that don't wanna see me up (Up)
Goyard, had to put the Fendi up (Ayy)
Meetings with the plug, tell 'em ring me up (Ayy)
After the club, yeah, I'm callin' your bae up (Ayy, brr)
Takin' that sh*t and you know we gon' stay up (Ayy)
She give me face, I ain't talkin' 'bout makeup (Woo)
f*ck her from the back, pull out her lace front (Ayy)
All I ever wanted was some designer (Yeah)
Partner, you the Kap, no 49ers
I'ma beat the pus*y, I'm Adrien Broner (Ayy)
She spit on that mic and I might just go sign her

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smokin' that loud
We never sayin' sorry, my n*ggas be wild
Take your chains and the watch
My mama beggin' me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock (Brr)
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block (Yeah, on your block)

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
All my n*ggas brackin' good
All my n*ggas active (Yeah, yeah)
It's fifty for a line, n*gga
Two-fifty for the Acti', huh
b*tches, they the baddest
And they just wanna be f*cked right
At the after party, where we get naughty, sorry

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smokin' that loud (Yeah, yeah)
We never sayin' sorry, my n*ggas be wild
Take your chains and the watch
My mama beggin' me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock (Brr)
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block (Yeah, on your block)

[Outro: Dave East]
Like for real though, I gave you n*ggas like seven summers to catch up with my lifestyle
Hahaha
Then what?
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