I Wanna Benz lyrics

by

Pusha T


[Sample]
CAINE: I needed some rims bad and I knew just how to get them. And I sure as hell wasn't gonna pay for them. All I had to do was to catch some fool slippin' and jack his ass
RESPONSE: n*gga what the f*ck you want from me?
CAINE: n*gga, you know what the f*ck I want n*gga. I want your motherf*ckin' Dayton's, and your motherf*ckin' stereo, and I'll take a double burger with cheese
RESPONSE: What!? (*static*)

[Intro: YG]
We got London on the track!
Ugh!

[Chorus: YG]
I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
I need my money, that don't ever end
I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
I wanna be the motherf*ckin' man
b*tch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
I need my money, that don't ever end
I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
I wanna be the motherf*ckin' man

[Post-Chorus: YG]
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
b*tch, I’m YG 400
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
b*tch, I’m YG 400
[Verse 1: YG]
I want a four door Benz that fit all my friends
So I could pull up on a b*tch and tell her, “b*tch, get in”
b*tch, I want the crib, nobody know where I live
'Cause that’s where I hide all my sh*t
Diamonds on my wrist, on my neck and other wrist
Goddamn, look at this
Oh, she want a kid? She wanna trip when I dip
Damn, b*tch, let me live
I wanna be a baller, hit the mall, ring it all up
It’s ten Gs, ring it all up
Hit the strip club, we make a mess, she clean it all up
Black Chyna, clean it all up
I do it 'cause I can, African American
They never wanted us to have bands
Do you hear what I’m sayin'?
This was not in they plan
But now a young n*gga got bands and...

[Chorus: YG]
I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
I need my money, that don't ever end
I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
I wanna be the motherf*ckin' man
b*tch, I want a Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
I need my money, that don't ever end
I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
I wanna be the motherf*ckin' man
[Post-Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
b*tch, I’m NH 600
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
b*tch, I’m NH 600

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
I want an all-black Benz without no tints
So you can see the gold glow when the sun shine in ('Sup?)
Put Pirellis on stocks, I don’t want no rims
Want a big stash spot to put this four-five in, I want
All my n*ggas ballin' in the fast lane
Hundred some thick when we pull up to the valet (What?)
Park and hop out with the mad face
'Cause n*ggas think sh*t turned down since the cash came (yeah)
Oh, f*ck that, heard shots then we bust back (Bang)
Bulletproof everything, you can trust that
You done it like we done it, I suggest that (Why?)
'Cause would you rather be the victim or the suspect?
Oh, no, I came too far (Look!)
Changed my ways, no, I change my broad (Look!)
Chase my change, never change my squad
And stack 'til I can change my car, 'cause I wanna Benz!

[Chorus: YG]
I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
I need my money, that don't ever end
I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
I wanna be the motherf*ckin' man
b*tch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
I need my money, that don't ever end
I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
I wanna be the motherf*ckin' man
[Post-Chorus: YG & 50 Cent]
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
b*tch, I’m YG 400
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
It’s Fifty, b*tch, I keep it one hunnid!

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
We blew a hunnid Gs on some b*tches out in Vegas
It’s YG and Fifty, n*ggas know they can’t fade it
She get the seven digits, she could say she hit the jackpot
Accountants ain’t counting money coming out the crack spots
Come through in a motorcade, b*tch, we shut your block down
Foreigns everywhere, you know a n*gga on top now
We tipping, b*tches stripping, bust it open for a real n*gga
You thinking she won’t, I’m thinking hell yeah, she will
Figure there’s gonna be a party right after the party
She may menage with somebody
'Cause we got b*tches with us that’s bringing more b*tches, get it?
I bet you your b*tch be with it, she come through she gon' get it
This is nothing personal, now why would this be hurting you?
Bottles popping, pus*y popping, mollies in the water
Crazy sh*t that we be doing with somebody daughter
Have me thinking, "Damn, n*gga, we be out of order"
We turn up 'til they have to call the law on us

[Chorus: YG]
I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
I need my money, that don't ever end
I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
I wanna be the motherf*ckin' man
b*tch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends
I need my money, that don't ever end
I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands
I wanna be the motherf*ckin' man

[Post-Chorus: YG]
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
b*tch, I’m YG 400
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
b*tch, I’m YG 400
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