Bentley Money

Verse 1

Heels on the pavement, bag in my fist

Heads turn fast when I walk through the mist

Blue racks in my wallet, they don't even count

He caught one glimpse now he's trippin on the clout

Cheeks clappin rounds, make a man turn around

He was talkin loud till he heard that sound

Now he on his knees prayin to my presence

I just want the bag, I ain't bout the lesson

Pre-Chorus

Every penny, every dime spent right

Rari in the lot, sittin shiny white

Don't call my phone unless you bringin somethin

Talkin all that noise, I ain't budgin

Chorus

Cheeks clappin rounds (rounds, rounds)

Make a man turn around (turn around)

Spendin every penny on my bags and Bentley now (Bentley now)

Rari up next, no contest

Baby I'm the baddest, your body plastic, plated

Post-Chorus

Pop it, pop it, pop it low

Watch him watch me, that's the show

Pop it, pop it, pop it slow

Bag full, that's the motto

Verse 2

Fendi on my frame, I don't do no discount

He see me comin through, gotta shut his mouth

Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest

I'm the one they gossip bout, the one they feelin

Haters in the comments, I don't read the feed

They can watch me glow while they pinch a seed

Racks on racks, I'm stackin to the ceiling

Whole crew lookin good, that's the feelin

Pre-Chorus

Every dollar turn to more, that's facts

I ain't lookin back, I'm writin my contracts

Don't call my line unless you bringin weight

I'm pullin up elite, this ain't a date

Chorus

Cheeks clappin rounds (rounds, rounds)

Make a man turn around (turn around)

Spendin every penny on my bags and Bentley now (Bentley now)

Rari up next, no contest

Baby I'm the baddest, your body plastic, plated

Drop

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bag, bag, bag, count

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Racks, racks, racks, mount

Bridge

They can try to copy but they'll never match

I'm the blueprint, I'm the one who set the track

Bright future, gold teeth, I'm a star on repeat

Tell em run it up, run it up, run it up for me

Chorus

Cheeks clappin rounds (rounds, rounds)

Make a man turn around (turn around)

Spendin every penny on my bags and Bentley now (Bentley now)

Rari up next, no contest

Baby I'm the baddest, your body plastic, plated

Post-Chorus

Pop it, pop it, pop it low

Watch him watch me, that's the show

Pop it, pop it, pop it slow

Bag full, that's the motto