Benji Glo - Yours lyrics

[Hook] What you talking for, keep your mouth closed Keep your mouth closed, if you ain't talking 'bout dough You ain't get dough, you ain't got dough You live with ya mama, in her household I'm ballin out though, and I got dough And I got hoes, and I got clothes b**h I got weed, and I got j**els And I got mines, and I got yours [Verse 1: Chief Keef] I was riding in that thingy, his b**h like freaky Me I like speeding, ridin in them demons Your thot don't speak english, me I speak Engla (England) Money Danita, pull up in the creature My son ride them forgis, me I ride visas Kay Kay get that cash boy Me I got visas He say he got swag but me I got ether He say he got Springfield me I got Lisa Your b**h up finna three way I met her this week She said that she a keeper Thottie the keeper The f** I look like Peter Da f** you look like Tinka Hell naw I be in the club like I'm legal [Hook:] [Verse 2: Benji Glo] See I'm riding in that bimmer, in the two seater Boolin with a thottie Thotties is eaters I'm smoking on some reefer, red in my two litter Paid 6 for my shades another 6 for my sneakers 3hunna them my savages, they k** for no reason Run up on Benji, Haha you tweaking Everybody know I can't see its not a secret She say her boyfriend go deep, but baby I go deeper She say he gettin' money, I don't believe her Me i be juggin, R-Riding with me heater I got molly Xanax, weed too, come see me In the trap playing with them keys call me Stevie [Hook]