TMG - Benz Lyrics

I'm tryna touch six figs
Skrrt, skrrt in the benz
Would I pay for that wap? Shit, probably a grip
Low key about biz, yellow bricks call me wiz
A young boy about his, niggas know what it is, yeah
Call me Chef Don T, I got the recipe
She impressed about the checkers, love the Louie V
Pockets 30 deep when I'm flying overseas
Know a couple CEOs, they all invest in T
Pull up in Ah damn, you know what it is
Hatin' niggas in the past, they couldn't see the viz
Please don't run up on me, I got the glizzy gliz
Niggas know this ain't no pop, ain't no pop quiz
I'm a hot boy, yeah, I got that fire
Hoe holla at me, you want that Oscar Myers
Fireman put you out, you ain't on fire
24 hours up vampire
I'm tryna touch six figs, skrrt skrrt in the Benz
Would I pay for that WAP? Shit, probably a grip
Low-key bout biz, yellow bricks call me Wiz
A young boy about his, niggas know what it is, yeah
Call me Chef Don T, I got the recipe
She impressed about the checkers, love the Louie V, yeah
Pockets 30 deep when I'm flying overseas
Know a couple CEOs, they all invest in T
Pull up in ah damn, you know what it is
Hatin' niggas in the past, they couldn't see the viz
Please don't run up on me, I got the glizzy gliz
Niggas know this ain't no pop, ain't no pop quiz
I'm a hot boy, yeah, I got that fire
Hoe holla if, you want that Oscar Meyers
Fireman put you out, you ain't on fire
24 hours up vampire