Nick Biz - Genuine American Benjamins Lyrics

Don't know how to act right
All you do is start fights
Party through the whole night
I'm living out your best life
No body's like mine
Outside of the guidelines
Products in the pipeline
Present day the right time
I never really realized
I just did what feels right
Always liked the night life
Whats the deal with limelight
Dance until the sweat pores
Sing until your throats sore
Drink until there's no more
Pass out on the dance floor
Fall in with the wrong crowd
No doubt
All about
Loud cloud
All out
Balls to the wall proud
Wanted things ASAP
Wish that you could take back
Didn't have to say that
In your head on playback
From Way back when
I had Adrenaline
I was a gentleman
Hunting feminine Specimen
I let her win
Now my only medicine
Is Genuine American Benjamins

Genuine American Benjamins

Anything you say or do
Can still be used against you
No one cares how much you make
Or what school that you went to
Don't let other peoples
Thoughts prevent you
Didn't I tell you
You only regret the things you didn't do
Places that you've been to
People you run into
Food that's on the menu
Hard times that you went through
Driving through the city
Going over 50
All my friends are with me
Vodka got me dizzy
Road to el dorado
Bolder colorado
Buy another bottle
Gotta hit the lotto
I am not a psychic
Kinda quite a riot
I don't need a side chick
But I could use a sidekick
Used to be real honest
Always keep my promise
Now I'm too self conscience
Reading all the comments
Break the ice
Roll the dice
Pay the price
Sacrifice
Thinking twice
Need advice
See the light
Paradise

Genuine American Benjamins

Sending her the text like
Getting on the next flight
Got into a flex fight
Damn your picture wrecks mine
I asked her
What are you after
A life that's full of laughter
I bought her alcohol
I'm bout to risk it all
I was born a scorer
She's a keeper I'm a hoarder
Can't ignore her I adore her
Never was I ever more sure of
Lost her couldn't afford her
Couldn't escort her to the alter
Caught her with her former
Torture I can't force her
Now I keep the upper hand
Never making supper plans
You wouldn't ever understand
You shouldn't even give a damn
Nobody did it better
Freshman year lettered
Every record severed
Spots don't change like leopards
I'm cocky
Like Ryan lockheat
Or Rocky
You can never knock me
Throw away the key and lock me
Oddly godly
Can never make a copy
Over my dead body
Sorry I'm not sorry

You probly got some problems
I Don't mean to bother
Don't need to get involved
Could offer you a dollar
Rather solve it with revolver
Not a scholar or proper
Someone call the doctor
Get me to the chopper
Shocker the horror
Paid robbers
Like Made mobsters
Never save talkers
Hired guns
Got fired once
Always gotta worry about
The quiet ones