(Intro)
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 slipping and jack his ass
Ni**a what the f**k you want from me?
Ni**a, you know what the f**k I want ni**a
I want your motherf**king Dayton’s, and your motherf**king stereo
And I’ll take a double burger with cheese
What!?
(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**king man
Bi**h, 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**king man
(Post Chorus – 1 YG)
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Bi**h, I’m YG 400
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Bi**h, 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 bi**h and tell her bi**h, get in
Bi**h, I want the crib, nobody know where I live
Cause that’s where I hide all my s**t
Diamonds on my wrist, on my neck and other wrist
Got damn, look at this
Oh, she want a kid? She wanna trip when I dip
Damn, bi**h, let me live
I wanna be a baller, hit the mall, ring it all up
It’s ten G’s, 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 saying?
This was not in they plan
But now a young ni**a got bands and
(Repeat Chorus)
(Post Chorus – 2 Nipsey Hu$$le)
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Bi**h, I’m NH 600
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Bi**h, I’m NH 600
(Verse 2 – Nipsey Hu$$le)
I want an all black Benz without no tints
So you can see the gold glow when the sun shine in
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 ni**as balling in the fast lane
Hundred some thick when we pull up to the valet, what?
Park and hop out with the mad face
Cause these ni**as ain’t s**t
Turned down since the cash came
Oh, f**k that, heard shots then we bust back, bang
Bullet proof 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 forth
Changed my ways, no, I change my broad
Chase my change, never change my squad
And stack till I can change my car, cause…
(Repeat Chorus)
(Post Chorus – 3 YG & 50 Cent)
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Bi**h, I’m YG 400
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
It’s Fifty, bi**h, I keep it one hundred)
(Verse 3 – 50 Cent)
We blew a hunna G’s on some b*tches out in Vegas
It’s YG and Fifty, ni**as 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, bi**h ,we shut your block down
Foreigns everywhere, you know a ni**a on top now
We tipping bi**hes, stripping, bust it open for a real ni**a
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 bi**hes with us that’s bringing more bi**hes, get it?
I bet you your bi**h with it, she come through she gon get it
This is nothing personal, now why would this be hurting you?
Bottles popping, pu**y popping, mollies in the water
Crazy s**t that we be doing with somebody’s daughter
Have me thinking, damn ni**a, we be out of order
We turn up too loud, they call the law on us
(Repeat Chorus)
(Repeat Post Chorus 1)
