Rob Markman - Benz 4 My Bday lyrics

[Intro] Want a Benz for my birthday Think it falls on a Thursday [Verse 1] Her ex-man had the blue 6, think he used to move bricks Now he gone, he ain’t never coming home And I’m tryna take his old chick, make her to my new b**h Sick and tired of this used whip, try and get some new sh** Driving ’round, bumping “How It’s Goin’ Down” Cruisin’ slow like X in the sh** he shot on two-fifth I know it sound f**ed up, but I don’t even feel bad I’m getting money and my day’s a lil’ sunny And I’m getting everything, everything they said I couldn’t have My drive, yeah, it’s something else Try to ride around in something else CLS got me stressed, I’m obsessed ’til I’m blessed Goddamn it, I can’t ride around in nothin’ else [Chorus] Want a Benz for my birthday Think it falls on a Thursday Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard I’ma pull up this car like, b**h, I deserve this b**h, I deserve this, b**h, I deserve this Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard I’ma pull up this car like, b**h, I deserve this b**h, I deserve this, b**h, I deserve this Want a Benz for my birthday Think it falls on a Thursday Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard I’ma pull up this car like, b**h, I deserve this b**h, I deserve this, b**h, I deserve this Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard I’ma pull up this car like, b**h, I deserve this b**h, I deserve this, b**h, I deserve this [Verse 2] Everything possible ‘less you up in the hospital Two hands, two feet, heartbeat, how you not gon’ eat? Motherf**er, what’s stoppin’ you? We don’t make no excuses, we just grind ’til we get it If you don’t understand it, goddamn it Never mind it, forget it I’ve been working all year long These haters working on my f**in’ nerves This is it, stack the grip, cop the whip, then I dip like skrrt I’ma pull up on your f**in’ curb I ain’t never had the 6, I’m just tryna cop the 550 S Coupe, Yankee blue, brand new And now I’m feelin’ like it’s my city [Chorus] Want a Benz for my birthday Think it falls on a Thursday Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard I’ma pull up this car like, b**h, I deserve this b**h, I deserve this, b**h, I deserve this Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard I’ma pull up this car like, b**h, I deserve this b**h, I deserve this, b**h, I deserve this Want a Benz for my birthday Think it falls on a Thursday Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard I’ma pull up this car like, b**h, I deserve this b**h, I deserve this, b**h, I deserve this Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard I’ma pull up this car like, b**h, I deserve this b**h, I deserve this, b**h, I deserve this [Verse 3] I want my name on it, boy, I want my name on it So I’ma go stupid, Marlon Wayans on this Hundred on the dash, swerve in the third lane on this Give ’em all the d**, that Big Daddy Kane on this Word to Billy Danze, I just need a lil’ fame on this Give ’em all the gas, Waka Flocka Flame on it I’m at they neck, need a Roc-A-Fella chain on it A$AP Rocky, I just went Clubber Lang on it