Bentley Coupe by MoneyatMidnight Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hold up, let's get this shit straight
MoneyatMidnight, bitch I'm clowning on the first day
First day, sitting at home watching TV
Now I switched up and I'm kickin' shit with JAY-Z
Maybe, maybe, I can get here one day
Goals in my head, Imma wake up in a i8
Just had a dream I popped the trunk on my Porsche man
Finesse your bitch like a motherfucking mail man
Come and ask me how I'm doing
I'm doing well man!
Get me some money Imma book a flight to Amsterdam
Damn, out here tryna fuck up a check
Tryna live life out here no stress
But a nigga act a fool, Imma hit 'em with the tool!
Maybe not the choppa but it's hot like sriracha!
Nigga might come equipped with a baseball bat
Hit you like I hit a home run, TAKE THAT!
Up here got MAM counting fat stacks
Take 10 bands then I flip it that's 100 racks
MAM & DD, shittin' on the track
Workin' hard, looking for the money think I broke my back
Out here racing, contemplating, tryna get that
Out here using this music tryna get some cash
Too much sauce, dive in and splash
BeatKing, hol' up, throw that shit back
[Verse 2]
Diamonds on water, my flow it go harder
The beat go retarded, this shit has departed
My bitches be mala, get flipped like fritata
Lil' bitch I'm retarded, I'm boss like I'm author
Nigga I'm the author, out here tryna copy
That ain't fucking funny, playing with my money!
Sweet like hello honey, Energizer Bunny
Where the fucking money!?
Niggas thought it was funny when he started telling jokes
But it wasn't funny with my hands around his throat
Face down, on the ground, don't make a sound
But my headphones they got surround sound
I'm 'bout to check out...,
MONEYATMIDNIGHT BITCH!
Hold up, let's get this shit straight
MoneyatMidnight, bitch I'm clowning on the first day
First day, sitting at home watching TV
Now I switched up and I'm kickin' shit with JAY-Z
Maybe, maybe, I can get here one day
Goals in my head, Imma wake up in a i8
Just had a dream I popped the trunk on my Porsche man
Finesse your bitch like a motherfucking mail man
Come and ask me how I'm doing
I'm doing well man!
Get me some money Imma book a flight to Amsterdam
Damn, out here tryna fuck up a check
Tryna live life out here no stress
But a nigga act a fool, Imma hit 'em with the tool!
Maybe not the choppa but it's hot like sriracha!
Nigga might come equipped with a baseball bat
Hit you like I hit a home run, TAKE THAT!
Up here got MAM counting fat stacks
Take 10 bands then I flip it that's 100 racks
MAM & DD, shittin' on the track
Workin' hard, looking for the money think I broke my back
Out here racing, contemplating, tryna get that
Out here using this music tryna get some cash
Too much sauce, dive in and splash
BeatKing, hol' up, throw that shit back
[Verse 2]
Diamonds on water, my flow it go harder
The beat go retarded, this shit has departed
My bitches be mala, get flipped like fritata
Lil' bitch I'm retarded, I'm boss like I'm author
Nigga I'm the author, out here tryna copy
That ain't fucking funny, playing with my money!
Sweet like hello honey, Energizer Bunny
Where the fucking money!?
Niggas thought it was funny when he started telling jokes
But it wasn't funny with my hands around his throat
Face down, on the ground, don't make a sound
But my headphones they got surround sound
I'm 'bout to check out...,
MONEYATMIDNIGHT BITCH!