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math class clique - alternating benjamins lyrics

[hook: drew famous]
alternating benjamins, i’m getting all them dividends
i’m getting tens of ten percents
with women chilling with businessmen
alternating benjamins, i’m getting all them dividends
i’m getting tens of ten percents
with women chilling with businessmen
alternating benj-alt-alternating benjamins
alternating benj-alt-alternating benjamins
alternating benj-alt-alternating benjamins
alternating benj-alt-alternating benjamins

[verse 1: kneecaps]
hot boy: you know that i’m easy baker
rap game mcqueen, all you haters just tow mater
all this, cash, you know that i get it
i rap daily so i guess that i’m winning
going hard, going in, you know that i’m rapping
song on the charts so high like aladdin
y’all saying math cl-ss is overrated
been like this since birth, you’re belated

[verse 2: z.p.o.]
they did ca$h $tax, i’m tryna bring rap back
they didn’t know where the talent came from until they shouted out “that’s zach”
now i’m tryna bring these 16s that still seem so extreme
sorry mom don’t k!ll me like the way i murder these mcs
i’m about this, they know this
doing everything to get noticed
take tips so note this
real authentic i wrote this
i’m about this life, realize
can’t you see and can’t you tell
from how i hopped on the beat and completely raise h-ll
oh god, he’s at it again, with one verse i’m taking names
i manipulate the whole game with one brain it’s insane
i mean that, and i say that
working on that statements
tell your girl “why thank you” when i’m all up on her playlist (oh)
destroy anything that comes my way (my way)
i’ll burn every beat that you’ll ever play (ever play)
four years through byrd my fan base ain’t nothing new
ladies and gentlemen, drew and cullen i give you

[verse 3: drew famous]
your girl, you don’t got one
my old girl, nose pierce that’s hawth-rne
hit your girl up, [bzz buzz] no lawn mower
ain’t text her back, now she saying she want more
took your girl out, on a boat she fell overboard
had to send her out, cause she wanted to go on tour
we got some cash, uh, got a lot of that
said that we was gon rap, they said boi you gon need a rasta cap
the young problem’s back, i’m on top of that
with a little bit of money in the casa that’s
where my gold grillz and my watch is at
and a gold chain and my prada raps
in the stands where my girl and my mama at
imma wave hi but this ain’t parting rap
yeah, this ain’t elementary
we stole the show so they tell ’em freeze
with my family, this rap music
we don’t need the gram’ police
but when you hear it you bounce (bounce)
say this beat is a trampoline
and then we murder the rap game, strangle it, pant and heave
first of our kind: you know your bois is like ad’ and eve (woop!)

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