Lyrical Breakdown of I Wanna Benz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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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 motherfuckin' man Bitch,
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 motherfuckin' man Tens,
Twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch, I'm YG 400 Tens, twenties,
Fifties, hundreds Bitch,
I'm YG 400 I want a four door Benz that fit all my friends So I could
Pull up on a bitch and tell her "bitch, get in" Bitch,
I want the crib, nobody know where I live Cause that's where I hide
All my shit 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, bitch,
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 nigga got bands and...
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 motherfuckin' man Bitch,
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 motherfuckin' man Tens,
Twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch, I'm NH 600 Tens, twenties,
Fifties, hundreds Bitch,
I'm NH 600 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 niggas ballin' in the fast lane Hundred some thick when
We pull up to the valet (what?
) Park and hop out with the mad face Cause niggas think shit turned
Down since the cash came Oh, fuck 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... 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 motherfuckin' man Bitch,
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 motherfuckin' man Tens,
Twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch,
I'm YG 400 Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds (
It's Fifty, bitch, I keep it one hundred) We blew a hunna G's on some
Bitches out in Vegas It's YG and Fifty,
Niggas 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, bitch,
We shut your block down Foreigns everywhere,
You know a nigga on top now We tipping bitches, stripping,
Bust it open for a real nigga 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 bitches
With us that's bringing more bitches, get it?
I bet you your bitch with it,
She come through she gon' get it This is
Nothing personal, now why would this be hurting you?
Bottles poppin', pussy poppin',
Mollies in the water Crazy shit that we be doing with somebody's
Daughter Have me thinking, damn nigga,
We be out of order We turn up too loud,
They call the law on us 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 motherfuckin' man Bitch,
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 motherfuckin' man Tens,
Twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch,
I'm YG 400 Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch, I'm YG 400