Joey Bada$$ – 500 Benz

Cartier glasses, just to match it
Sippin’ on the fine wine, the only thing on my mind
500 Benz
I’m just young and livin’, pullin’ many women
And after I fuck you, girl can I fuck your best friend?
If she a go-getter then she never will achieve ’em

[Verse 1]
Hundred folded in my lap like many blessings
Match it, Cartier glasses, just to match it, skrrt
500 Benz

‘Cause I ain’t playin’ no games
Nowadays I bounce back in full each weekend
SL500 Benz with the AMG package
With the Cartier glasses, just to match it

Match it
SL500 Benz with the rare Gucci jacket
Left LAX with a bag of the THC
Fuck it, I’m just shootin’ all my shots now

Hard to be humble, when you ridin’ with your top down
500 Benz, AMG package
By the time this shit drops she’ll prolly be my old thang
[Verse 2]
Off in the right direction, teacher lent me lessons

Now a nigga headed west the cold seasons
Took the business class seats back to NYC
Thinkin’ when this bi-coastal life is just dreams and
Statik Selektah
500 Benz
They only suck a nigga when a nigga succeedin’
’95 classic, rare Gucci jacket
500 Benz
Been in the deep end since I got my foot in
So anytime I’m pullin’ off, it’s getaway fashion
And he down for anything that I ask or imagine
Chick in my passenger seat, she lookin’ like she came out the pageant
Let her rock the mic and give a nigga soul brain
Picture me rollin’ up in my SL500 Benz
Best believe, ’cause all I do is fuckin’ lead ’em
And the rare Gucci jacket, Cartier glasses, just to match it
Wrist below freezin’, chicks is strip teasin’
Lil R&B chick and I ain’t sayin’ no names
Somethin’ like, can you meet me at the Westin?
So I hit the corner store and copped a pack of the Magnums, shit
500 Benz
500 Benz
Mami sip on the potion while her hair blowin’ in the wind
I said
These niggas watch mine like a nigga primetime
Shorter days, longer nights, from my lack of sleepin’
Reduce the stress and balance out the imperfections
Every night ‘fore I take the chance, I ask questions
500 Benz
500 Benz
500 Benz
Now these niggas wanna ride the wave all of a sudden
Cartier glasses, just to match it
Straight reekin’
I’m ten thousand feet right above your skyline
And the AMG package
Match it
Match it, match it
Coppers’ll never catch him, I got hustler’s passion
If you was in my shoes, I bet you couldn’t say you wouldn’t
I’m just tryna win but they hatin’ from the sideline