I BEN

Double B shit, nigga

Yeah (top bird)

(Swi-Swishrr beats, cash money shit)

Come on, man, turn me up

I'm through with allat talkin' (this shit like Pluto and Esco)

He-he, he-he

Bitch niggas tryna buy promo

Bitch, let me buy your catalog (brr, brr)

What's all this talkin' 'bout a nigga fallin' off now?

C'mon man, this just my demo, nigga

Turn me up this my introduction, look (ha, ha, ha)

Call my whip a groomer 'cause that bitch'll get to huggin' (woo)

Love my fuckin' jeweler, 'cause he got my shit on yucky (Uh)

Got my lil' bitch in Amiri

She up in a mirror, she doin' her skin (skin)

You quite frankly stupid, think I don't got money

'Cause, nigga, I ben (Ben Frank, nigga)

Yeah, man, fuck allat talkin'

Fuck allat rappin', man, let the success talk to these niggas man

(I'ma call you back twin)

Damn, this bitch so heavy (hmm), here it go

I ain't gettin' lynched, I don't hang with niggas

Fuck you thought this is?

Thеy almost got switched out they light

Fuckin' rapper, thеy was on that shit (hmm)

Pop out I'm shootin' in my LV boots

Bitch, I don't fuck with Rick (Hmm)

I'm on that Elvis shit, I'm on that Rino shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Feel like Michael when I put on them gloves

I grip on them monkey nuts

Bitch askin' questions, I shoulder shrug

'Cause I can't really tell em' much

Even my everyday S-Class, it just cost me a honeybun (skrrt)

Throwin' some racks like I'm Brady

Then we just go to brunch (brunch, brunch)

In Ohio, on some saucy shit, my nigga, I feel like Hunch (hunch)

Told ya, big dawg shit, no lil' dawg shit

Get the fuck on runt (get the fuck on now)

I'm runnin' for president

But when twenty niggas tried to get me

I ain't run (come on bitch, you know me better than that, psh)

I'll, put you in the back of the car, son (pshh, pshh)

For tellin' them hoes, we can (pshh, pshh)

All I gotta do is grin (pshh), for them to put you out (pshh)

Bitch must go to the gym a lot (pshh)

All she wanna do is push-up (pshh)

Got your bitch on her knees, treesh

Then I flew her ass back to Belize (pshh)

They ain't wanna believe, mom in Chanel, please

No bullets goin' through this big B nigga (brr)

Shit I'm keepin' it P (woo)

So many carats up on my finger, this my championship ring (Double B)