Pop at you, pop and shoot (Okay, okay)
Mmm yeah
Bentley coupe
(I might chop the roof)
Pop and shoot, yeah I ain't heard of you
(I ain't heard of you)
Pussy boy, pussy boy
Roseworldd
Watch me pull up in that Bentley coupe, chop the roof
Might just pop at you, pop and shoot
Pussy nigga, I ain't heard of you
I've been stacking up, yeah, my money on vertical
Feel like Magic Johnson 'cause my choppa hold a 32
Jersey, have you heard me
'Miri jeans and Hermes
I've been gaining haters
Know they're out there lurking
Baby blue Bentayga, just to make them nervous, yeah AMG Mercedes, out the lot I'm skirtin', yeah
Oh my God
Baby, don't play, I'm afraid I might break your little heart, I'm just sayin'
I can't even fake, I've been stuck in a maze, I've been stuck in my ways
I'm chasing this money, I'm tryna get paid, can't do minimum wage
They call me Saint 'cause I rose from the top from the bottom, the f*ck out my way
Nothing on me, niggas got nothing on me
I used to peep the hatin', you was never homie Is you fed, lil bruh, enough said, lil bruh
Most them niggas 'round my age either wind up dead, lil bruh
I'm just sayin', lil bruh (okay)
What you claim, lil bruh (goddamn)
Choose a side and if you want in, better hit that stain, lil bruh
No, nigga, you gotta slide on 'em
You gotta look in they eyes on 'em
Ask any one of my day ones, everyone keeps a pipe on 'em
Bentley coupe, chop the roof
Might just pop at you, pop and shoot Pussy nigga, I ain't heard of you
I've been stacking up, yeah, my money on vertical
Feel like Magic Johnson 'cause my choppa hold a 32
I just pulled up in a Bentley coupe, that's nothing new
This bitch is driving too fast, I think it's 'bouta zoom
I had to go get a bag, I had to get a few
Pulled up in a Bentley coupe but that is nothing new
That is nothing new to me, yeah, it's nothing new to me
Hotel, five stars, yeah, this bitch is fancy
If you know me then you know I'm where the bands be
If you know me then you know I'm where the bands be
Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it if it's not about a bag
I run it up, I spend it and then I'ma run it back I'm in a Bentley coupe and this bitch driving kinda fast
Then I feel kind of lost, I don't even know where I'm at
All this money, yeah, I think I'ma addict I keep working hard, I wait for it to happen
Stack my money vertical, I sit back and I watch it stack
Don't wanna talk about it if it's not about a bag
Bentley coupe, chop the roof
Might just pop at you, pop and shoot
Pussy nigga, I ain't heard of you
I've been stacking up, yeah, my money on vertical
Feel like Magic Johnson 'cause my choppa hold a 32
G Saint Rose - Bentley Coupe (feat. Beckrauhl) Lyrics
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Pop at you, pop and shoot (Okay, okay)
Mmm yeah
Bentley coupe
(I might chop the roof)
Pop and shoot, yeah I ain't heard of you
(I ain't heard of you)
Pussy boy, pussy boy
Roseworldd
Watch me pull up in that Bentley coupe, chop the roof
Might just pop at you, pop and shoot
Pussy nigga, I ain't heard of you
I've been stacking up, yeah, my money on vertical
Feel like Magic Johnson 'cause my choppa hold a 32
Jersey, have you heard me
'Miri jeans and Hermes
I've been gaining haters
Know they're out there lurking
Baby blue Bentayga, just to make them nervous, yeah AMG Mercedes, out the lot I'm skirtin', yeah
Oh my God
Baby, don't play, I'm afraid I might break your little heart, I'm just sayin'
I can't even fake, I've been stuck in a maze, I've been stuck in my ways
I'm chasing this money, I'm tryna get paid, can't do minimum wage
They call me Saint 'cause I rose from the top from the bottom, the f*ck out my way
Nothing on me, niggas got nothing on me
I used to peep the hatin', you was never homie Is you fed, lil bruh, enough said, lil bruh
Most them niggas 'round my age either wind up dead, lil bruh
I'm just sayin', lil bruh (okay)
What you claim, lil bruh (goddamn)
Choose a side and if you want in, better hit that stain, lil bruh
No, nigga, you gotta slide on 'em
You gotta look in they eyes on 'em
Ask any one of my day ones, everyone keeps a pipe on 'em
Bentley coupe, chop the roof
Might just pop at you, pop and shoot Pussy nigga, I ain't heard of you
I've been stacking up, yeah, my money on vertical
Feel like Magic Johnson 'cause my choppa hold a 32
I just pulled up in a Bentley coupe, that's nothing new
This bitch is driving too fast, I think it's 'bouta zoom
I had to go get a bag, I had to get a few
Pulled up in a Bentley coupe but that is nothing new
That is nothing new to me, yeah, it's nothing new to me
Hotel, five stars, yeah, this bitch is fancy
If you know me then you know I'm where the bands be
If you know me then you know I'm where the bands be
Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it if it's not about a bag
I run it up, I spend it and then I'ma run it back I'm in a Bentley coupe and this bitch driving kinda fast
Then I feel kind of lost, I don't even know where I'm at
All this money, yeah, I think I'ma addict I keep working hard, I wait for it to happen
Stack my money vertical, I sit back and I watch it stack
Don't wanna talk about it if it's not about a bag
Bentley coupe, chop the roof
Might just pop at you, pop and shoot
Pussy nigga, I ain't heard of you
I've been stacking up, yeah, my money on vertical
Feel like Magic Johnson 'cause my choppa hold a 32
Mmm yeah
Bentley coupe
(I might chop the roof)
Pop and shoot, yeah I ain't heard of you
(I ain't heard of you)
Pussy boy, pussy boy
Roseworldd
Watch me pull up in that Bentley coupe, chop the roof
Might just pop at you, pop and shoot
Pussy nigga, I ain't heard of you
I've been stacking up, yeah, my money on vertical
Feel like Magic Johnson 'cause my choppa hold a 32
Jersey, have you heard me
'Miri jeans and Hermes
I've been gaining haters
Know they're out there lurking
Baby blue Bentayga, just to make them nervous, yeah AMG Mercedes, out the lot I'm skirtin', yeah
Oh my God
Baby, don't play, I'm afraid I might break your little heart, I'm just sayin'
I can't even fake, I've been stuck in a maze, I've been stuck in my ways
I'm chasing this money, I'm tryna get paid, can't do minimum wage
They call me Saint 'cause I rose from the top from the bottom, the f*ck out my way
Nothing on me, niggas got nothing on me
I used to peep the hatin', you was never homie Is you fed, lil bruh, enough said, lil bruh
Most them niggas 'round my age either wind up dead, lil bruh
I'm just sayin', lil bruh (okay)
What you claim, lil bruh (goddamn)
Choose a side and if you want in, better hit that stain, lil bruh
No, nigga, you gotta slide on 'em
You gotta look in they eyes on 'em
Ask any one of my day ones, everyone keeps a pipe on 'em
Bentley coupe, chop the roof
Might just pop at you, pop and shoot Pussy nigga, I ain't heard of you
I've been stacking up, yeah, my money on vertical
Feel like Magic Johnson 'cause my choppa hold a 32
I just pulled up in a Bentley coupe, that's nothing new
This bitch is driving too fast, I think it's 'bouta zoom
I had to go get a bag, I had to get a few
Pulled up in a Bentley coupe but that is nothing new
That is nothing new to me, yeah, it's nothing new to me
Hotel, five stars, yeah, this bitch is fancy
If you know me then you know I'm where the bands be
If you know me then you know I'm where the bands be
Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it if it's not about a bag
I run it up, I spend it and then I'ma run it back I'm in a Bentley coupe and this bitch driving kinda fast
Then I feel kind of lost, I don't even know where I'm at
All this money, yeah, I think I'ma addict I keep working hard, I wait for it to happen
Stack my money vertical, I sit back and I watch it stack
Don't wanna talk about it if it's not about a bag
Bentley coupe, chop the roof
Might just pop at you, pop and shoot
Pussy nigga, I ain't heard of you
I've been stacking up, yeah, my money on vertical
Feel like Magic Johnson 'cause my choppa hold a 32
Writer: George King II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid