Benjamins Burn - Future

Promethazine drinking-ass nigga

I’d probably feel like a sucka if I didn’t give my niggas the game

I guess I’ma never know that feeling

How many people care?

How many?

How many?

How many?

Burning this moolah, burning this moolah, burnin' it

Let the benjamins burn

Let the benjamins, let the benjamins

Your attitude displayin' jealousy, my doggy

I’m from the lower income, now I’m balling

Tryna make ten songs a day before I’m drowsy

Don’t want to get in no slump and get lousy

I tried to hire a stylist, they couldn’t style me

You can’t keep me under control, I’m rowdy

I went bonkers in Dior

Bought the Bentley truck, I used to ride in the Explorer

How many, how many, how many

How many, how many people that gon' be there

I’ll keep it real with you

I’m in the matrix every day, I’m paying close attention

My situation every day, I’m pushing to the limits

You flipping that raw, you catching a body

You straight out the north, my nigga

Don’t let ‘em build a case against us, tryna cross us nigga

We put in vibes the most, we goin' coast to coast

They ain’t get respected like us

Fuck all that child support

I whip in a Maybach nigga, it’s long as a bus

Too many weak niggas get in my business

Like nah, I don’t make bond for that

I’m not the type that be falling for none of them lies

I don’t make fun for that

Shaking the envy off, I stay new millenia

Promethazine drinking ass nigga

Fuck you pussies, make the homicide triple

Every time she come through I bust it on her nipples

I get to the source, keep it out the middle

Whip a Rolls Royce, keep some codeine in my system

Nigga, I ain’t boasting I’m just telling you my story

How many, how many, how many

How many people gon' be there?

At the end of every day

Yeah!

Yeah!

How many, how many, how many, how many

How many, how many people that really gon' be there

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