PayFre$ho - Benzo Lyrics

I saw their true colors, don't leave you no chance
I saw they've been watching, I know how they fans
He lame and he broke, I'm replacing their mans
I'm working 'til dawn, I be stacking my bands
She's taking my soul, she ain't using no hands
I'm coppin' designer, ain't rockin' no Vans
I look to my left and I look to my right
How long was I here man I'm woke through the night
Too classy for fists, shit I don't like to fight
This year finna slap like a palm to your bones

I'm bending her down 'til my name what she moans
They standing so straight in the street like they cones
Call me one more time I be switching my phone
I order an Uber no tiengo can't drop you at home
I'm in the clouds, no need for allowance
She's talking that nonsense, don't comprehend shit
I see their lil comments, no time for those doubting
I'm wiping their nose I might need me a towel
I don't be comprehending how they think I ain't woke about who I'm surrounding
They can't be serious, I know what is said
I'm aware they're some bozos, I know they've been ploting
But I don't really give a fuck
I'm stacking my guap 'til I run out of bucks

I'm crashing the Range but I'm still in the Benzo
I'm rockin' designer I want me some Kenzo
I be swervin' up the Benzo
I be getting to the casos
Money on me but I don't like to brag tho
I'm like fuck the trap but the stu' in the bando
I'm like fuck the trap but the stu' in the bando
I'm like fuck a date but I still copped the candles
I want me a model like Kylie and Kendall
I might be away but she sends me some pics though

I'm crashing the Range but I'm still in the Benzo
I'm rockin' designer I want me some Kenzo
My momma told me this game cold so be careful

I saw their true colors, don't leave you no chance
I saw they've been watching, I know how they fans
He lame and he broke, I'm replacing their mans
I'm working 'til dawn, I be stacking my bands
She's taking my soul, she ain't using no hands
I'm coppin' designer, ain't rockin' no Vans
I look to my left and I look to my right
How long was I here man I'm woke through the night
Too classy for fists, shit I don't like to fight
This year finna slap like a palm to your bones