CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Tens Into Benjamins
Turn the tens into benjamins, no, we not friends, this is business
I be setting trends, they be looking like "What fit is this?"
Still the same kid from last year but now they listenin'
All this drip on me, boy, you know they finna mimic it
A-A-Ay, McCoy
Turn the tens into benjamins, no, we not friends, this is business
I be setting trends, they be looking like "What fit is this?"
Still the same kid from last year but now they listenin'
All this drip on me, boy, you know they finna mimic it
And then we talkin' money, I'm tryna know how we gettin' it
Boy, that wave is over, everybody been forgettin' it
I just stack that dough, everybody do not look like this
You be at your home, on the couch, still sittin' in
I see the snakes to cut their face, I was the last up in the Wraith
On they ass, she used to chase all for the bag, they can't relate
I know my mama deserve them bands and I know my girl deserve a bracelet
I know my dad deserve a Jag or somethin' but all I get is hatred
That's why I can't sit here complacent, yeah, I'm always workin', they hatin'
Great grandma died, my aunty died, I'm sittin' here worried 'bout money I'm makin'
I look in the eyes with devils every day and hell nah, I ain't shaken
Because my soul is in the pride and, yeah, on my life, I gotta make it
I be setting trends, they be looking like "What fit is this?"
Still the same kid from last year but now they listenin'
All this drip on me, boy, you know they finna mimic it
A-A-Ay, McCoy
Turn the tens into benjamins, no, we not friends, this is business
I be setting trends, they be looking like "What fit is this?"
Still the same kid from last year but now they listenin'
All this drip on me, boy, you know they finna mimic it
And then we talkin' money, I'm tryna know how we gettin' it
Boy, that wave is over, everybody been forgettin' it
I just stack that dough, everybody do not look like this
You be at your home, on the couch, still sittin' in
I see the snakes to cut their face, I was the last up in the Wraith
On they ass, she used to chase all for the bag, they can't relate
I know my mama deserve them bands and I know my girl deserve a bracelet
I know my dad deserve a Jag or somethin' but all I get is hatred
That's why I can't sit here complacent, yeah, I'm always workin', they hatin'
Great grandma died, my aunty died, I'm sittin' here worried 'bout money I'm makin'
I look in the eyes with devils every day and hell nah, I ain't shaken
Because my soul is in the pride and, yeah, on my life, I gotta make it
