JG Trigga - Black Bentleys lyrics

[Intro] It's JG Trigga! All you b**hes petty, I know you all ain't ready I be making money, I'll be flexing on you dummies Hahah.. what you got? Got flowers, wish I didn't go receive them All your lies, I knew I never believed them [Hook] That girl is a real crowd pleaser Small world, all her friends know of me Young bull livin' like an old geezer Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly Frat girls still tryna get even Haters mad for whatever reason Smoke in the air, binge drinking They lose it when the DJ drops the needle [Verse 1] Boy, I'm living life without thinking I swear I'm in the zone, I ain't blinking But hey, there's money to be made.. Not giving a sh** ‘bout the hate Gon' be in a black Bentley Rockstar, Jimi Hendrix Rockin' Johnny Lennon lenses SB's, skinny Levi (Levi's) I'm a motherf**ing star Lookin' fly, know I'm pretty f**ing bomb, can't sit with me Ain't nobody gonna bring me down [Interlude] Get it on, come on let's get it on Get it on, come on let's get it on [Verse 2] On, on the rise, I've been doing good things and such Got success, haters lookin at me with disgust They so petty and bitter when they see me up I throw Exxon on ‘em when it's time to gas them up Wait, wait...hold on a second, hold on, did I see All you b**hes steal my flow like this is B.I.C (Lighter brand) So tell me honey, how the f** do you resemble me? I am my own boss! No one can render me You know I'm feeling myself, feeling that the Jack Rabbit I'll be dropping M's! Like I got a bad habit Chea! [Interlude] Get it on, come on let's get it on Get it on, come on let's get it on [Verse 3] Dropping bunch of wack b**hes like FML You think you're funny like you are in SNL? Better watch your mouth cause all I do is kiss & tell I can make your life hell while rocking Lagerfeld Some of ya'll need that K2 cause you're too, too damn loud Better chill out, you'll be the talk of the town Stay on my grind, getting mine, go get Saint Laurent A motherf**ing beast always out to dine [Interlude] Get it on, come on let's get it on Get it on, come on let's get it on [Verse 4] Who said I ain't the realest if they f** with snakes They don't know where the deal is, they got lost in place You know I am the illest, you know I always k** it Oh boy, I am the baddest, reaching high to the ceiling Who said I ain't got chill when most of them crybabies Cannot take an opinion or fact, only be hating Claiming you a thug online said that you that crazy But when we meet in person, you become Slim Shady [Bridge] That girl is a real crowd pleaser Small world, all her friends know of me [Hook] That girl is a real crowd pleaser Small world, all her friends know of me Young bull livin' like an old geezer Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly (Mike WiLL f** with me!) Frat girls still tryna get even Haters mad for whatever reason Smoke in the air, binge drinking They lose it when the DJ drops the needle