Dom Kennedy Feat. 24hrs - 87 Benzo

Lyrics

Always take a win, never will I lose
Fifty dollar shots for the 1942
Be careful who you talkin' with
Don't mention my name in your arguments
It's easy to sleep when the money right
And none of this came to me overnight
We can't let no lame niggas eat with us
Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up (Pshh)
I'm in a '87 Benzo
She said, "Twenty can you buy me that new Kenzo"
You should roll the Pass first
Late text message, send that ass first
We in La Jolla, on the ocean (Pshh)
For the money, I ain't lofting
Y'all the players, Young Twenty, I'm the coach, yeah
Twenty-four hits, summertime with your bitch (It's class, it's class, it's class)

I'm in a '87 Benzo
She said, "Twenty can you buy me that new Kenzo"
We can't let no lame niggas eat with us
Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up

Look, get in where you fit in, that's the motto
Told her, "if you love it, you'll swallow"
My homie got caught with them high-lows
A role model, but my moves you shouldn't follow
Trust, I'on got enough of it
I'm like, "what budget?"
We gon' ball til we fall, that's period
I got rubber bands on this stack of hundreds
Hit like the Backwoods right off the oven
I'm upstairs with a handful of hair
Got her mouth on my wood
Baby, tell me what's good
You do a lot of posting on the Gram
Land Rover in her plans, restaurant eating clams (Go)

I'm in a '87 Benzo (What?)
She said, "Twenty can you buy me that new Kenzo"
Niggas not fuckin' with us
We can't let no lame niggas eat with us (Hahaha)
Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up (Uh)
I'm in a '87 Benzo (What? yeah)
I'm in a '87 Benzo

She said, "Hit, I need you to switch up the tempo"
At Gucci in Hawaii spendin' off impulse
Show me you ain't one, I treat you like my kinfolk
She thick like she come from Baton Rouge
We could travel faster than bad news
14 karat bamboos in your ear
Put you in the 21 if we make it a year
Marvin Gaye on auxiliary, hear my dear
TIl then, we stack mail
It's no feeling, like pushing a Benzel

They won't ever paint me too nice
Came up on the Westside, which mean blue dice
Get too high, end up paying the price
Smooth alcoholic, I don't know what to call it
Is it love or is it lust?
Say I work too much, I'on keep in touch
I let you drive the truck, am I bae or what?
Shoes off, like french vanilla candles
I'm glad you played your cards right

I'm in a '87 Benzo
She said, "Twenty can you buy me that new Kenzo" (What?)
We can't let no lame niggas eat with us
Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up
I'm in a '87 Benzo (What, what?)
I'm in a '87 Benzo (Pshh)