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maxi zee – benji bounce lyrics

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intro

(coughing)

urghh

f-ck n-gga

wake your nappy -ss up

god d-mn it

n-gga whats the plan
n-gga you the man
you don’t owe a d-mn (nah)

get it for the gram
n-gga f-ck the gram
get it for the fans (ya)

we ain’t got no fans (say what)
we ain’t got no fans
till we drop a jam (uh)

honeys in the benz (oh god)
money in your pants
ain’t that sh-t the plan

verse

yeah

n-gga cash it
imma stash it
n-gga p-ss it
imma ash
imma wild out

n-gga thats it
thats lit
time to stack it
yeah more of that sh-t
right now

awww sh-t
got a bad b-tch in the whip
while the tape is out now

this that throw your benjis in my pockets
type of money vibe now

let those benjis bounce let those f-cking benji’s bounce
i just wanna see benjamins rolling thru my bank account

need my pockets full of paper whenever i’m clocking out especially when a n-gga be blazzing up in his house

right so let those benjis bounce
homie leave your pennies home, fill my wallet i promise i even rock ya empty crowds

(n-gga what?)

give a cut to my mum to my dad to my plug and then stash what is left in my f-cking couch

nuff said, n-gga whats next, time to rush past, this broke sh-t, time to climb out (yeah)

sick of this all gutter sh-t, bottom sh-t right now
wanna spread that golden b-tter, everytime i dine out

all that money on my mind i stick it under my crown
sh-t ain’t funny all the time but i stick to my sound

it goes

jack money money
jack money money money

ay my nerves giving birth to these words
outta love cuz this sh-t keeps tingling in my tummy

can’t take a lot of sh-t from me

except my dirty smile and my middle finger homie

pay me whatchu motherf-cking owe me

i got the right frame for your mind like its sony

ea sports

man cut the games
time to elevate our -sses up we bout to make a name

is it you (is it you?)

ors it me? (is it me?)

who da next motherf-cker to succeed

prolly me

now buy my tape and get it shipped tonight
my sh-t is hype

counting money in my crib tonight
thats what i like

all these honeys be my kryptonite
like all the time

momma said i need to fix my life
but i’m alright

imma put myself on track f-ck a social worker
you can’t pay no rent so you salting burgers
n-gga word up, getting stirred up, every d-mn day by your job, thats a local murder

its time for a n0ble turn up
buckle up a bit
f-ck it up, a bit (yeah)

double what you get all my hoes get further
a bucket full of tips
and some whole other sh-t

real quick, i’m too humble for this sh-t
i be grinding thru the night with an att-tude of six

watch me how i puzzle up this rap sh-t
i be doing backflips everytime a n-gga doing bits

slow down~, word up, baby is turn up hop in my truck

homie lets convert ya cash to my stock

and let me see those benjis bounce, like them hookers from your block

- maxi zee lyrics

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